Sturniolo Triplets Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I look back at Jonathan, then at Embry, as I feel their sadness through the bond. "Oh, yeah right, it will more likely be three on three. You'll always be helping them get into trouble; and when the triplets are born it’ll only get worse, and be six on three." Osric lightens the mood, and scoffs with a cheeky grin, making me giggle and nod. "Of course, they'll have three large Alpha fathers, someone has to help them get the better of you." I wink at Osric, and he roll his eyes as he chuckles at the idea.

“ Good job Red, continue scoring through the rounds and that 1 million dollars is yours. “ Chad told her. “ Now return to your dorm and get some rest, eat some food and prepare for the next round. “ Thane rubbed his palms, “ And I assure you, round 3 is nothing like you expect. “ ************** The Macmiller Triplets once again gathered for their annual game planning. The recent issue with Stacy Green had sparked anxiety between them since it came unexpected. “ So we were busy tampering with a pregnant woman? “ Klein asked. “ Wouldn't be the first time. “ Thane replied. “ Regardless that the girls wouldn't believe that we impregnated her, it is still bad news for us. “ Chad added. “ And that

For the triplets. She'd never tried to reach the children's bond from this distance. She hadn't known if it would carry. But the thread was there — all three of them, warm and near in a way that had nothing to do with geography, the specific, unmistakable presence of people you were bone-deep connected to. Caius's small golden sparks. Stellan's silver shimmer. Auryn's steady, patient, blazing light. She gathered all of it — all five of them, herself and Ryder and three children who were eleven days old and already fighting — and she pushed.

She was always busy, and I was always with the triplets but we finally had a whole day to ourselves and I couldn’t be more than glad. I went down for breakfast, and the triplets were already seated. From the look of their clothes, it was so obvious they just finished training, and their abs couldn’t be more sexier with the sweat dripping on it. God damn they could have At Least worn a tank top than coming to the dining table with only their joggers. “You can take a picture and you wouldn’t need to stare too much.” Riven said with a smirk on his face, I realized I had been staring at their body. I blushed in embarrassment and sat down.

That night, after Belle had put them to bed in the huge guest rooms Draven had prepared, the triplets whispered to each other in the dark. "Plan A is working," Leo whispered. "Daddy held Mommy's hand." "We need to make them kiss," Luna said excitedly. "Like in the movies." "Step by step," Aiden said wisely. "First, we need to get them to spend more time together. Tomorrow, we will ask Daddy to play with us. Mommy will have to join." The next morning, the matchmakers went to work. "Daddy! Daddy!" They dragged Draven into the garden. "Play hide and seek!"

“You need to leave. My wife doesn’t belong to you.” Rowan’s eyes flicked to him, burning with rage. “Your wife?” he growled. “She was mine before she was ever yours. You should have stayed out of what you don’t understand, human.” “Stop!” I shouted, stepping between them. “No one is fighting here.” For a moment, no one moved. The triplets were crying softly now, holding each other in fear. My heart broke at the sight. Rowan’s gaze softened again when he looked at them. “Are those… my children?”

Cole replied with a yawn. I pouted. “You were slacking off and you Noah was becoming boring and Hayes was being cold and distant as usual. I wanted to have a little fun.” We’ve been friends for years, right before we found out we were mates. I always knew we were going to be mates. No one else deserved the position of Luna aside from me. Absolutely no one. It was a position befitting me alone. But also, I could tell something was wrong. The triplets have been distant lately. I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was but there was something.

It was a sentiment they hadn't felt in years. The triplets experienced an unparalleled connection, surpassing anything they had ever known. A bond formed among them as they beheld Dirk's face, radiant in the night like the moon itself. Dirk's well-being was vital to their own. His life held profound significance. He was their mate, and nothing could alter that. Dirk would forever remain of utmost importance to them, even beyond death. Everything else could go to hell. They were a united front, a force to be reckoned with. No one and nothing would harm Dirk or tear him away from them again. In unison, the triplets took a deep breath and released it, their actions synchronized.

The specific stillness that meant something had gone badly wrong and he was calculating the exact dimensions of it. "Lucian," Gavin said. Lucian turned the screen around. It was a text message. Sent to what I assumed was a private number because Lucian's expression said it should have been impossible to reach. The sender ID was blank, a string of zeros where a contact should have been. Three lines. I read them once and then read them again because my brain refused to process them on the first pass. THE PRESS WAS JUST THE APPETIZER. CONGRATULATIONS ON THE TRIPLETS.

Her eyes scanned us, expecting some greeting, but Steve and I stayed mute, just staring. The atmosphere thickened, Lucy’s expression contorting with wrath. “You’d better prepare for what’s headed your way,” she snarled, her words laced with malice. Then she marched off, leaving us to watch her retreat. The moment she vanished, I faced Steve, my tone hushed and pressing. “I think I’ve pieced it together.” His stare fixed on mine. “What do you mean?” I wavered, uncertain how much to reveal, but Steve’s expression shouted trustworthiness. “I eavesdropped on Lucy and Liam before,” I confided softly. “They’re planning to take my triplets.”