Sturniolo Triplets Siblings の小説・ストーリー

One of his arm was across her shoulders while his other hand was holding her hand. She had a warm smile on her face while Enzo was sporting his signature poker face. The triplets were looking forward in curiosity also. All in all, they looked like the perfect family. Oh the irony, Arieon thought as a bitter chuckle left her lips. Her fingers traced the names that were scribbled at the lower left corner. Vincenzo and Arieon Armani with their beautiful triplets. Antonio, Andrea abd Alessandra (two months old).

In middle school, when classmates bullied me because my parents weren't around, Daniel rushed to school without hesitation, risking arrest to beat up those who tormented me. My awkward third brother, William, would study various recipes to cook for me, willingly enduring burns from hot oil on his hands. For many years while our parents were absent, my brothers were both siblings and parents to me as I grew up. Until I turned twelve, when I saw the Northern Lights on television. My brothers promised to take me to see them. We even booked the tickets. But the very next day, the news of our parents' sudden death shattered our plans and abruptly ended my happy life.

I asked when she didn’t add to her statement. “The ones I mentioned before. They are kind of like royalty here. That one with the crazy hair is Waylon. He’s the captain of the swimming team. He’s the strong, silent type.” She sighed as she stared at him. “He’s so hot.” I snorted at her. “They all look the same.” I picked at the food in front of me. “They are triplets. Then the one next to the blonde is Whittaker. He’s like super OCD and probably the cruelest of the brothers. But it’s a calculated cruelty. There are some crazy stories,” She said as she leaned closer to me.

Three years of different lives and different places and different everything, and our hands had grown into the same shape anyway. Kasey withdrew his hand and straightened. "His features match ours with a statistical precision that rules out coincidence entirely," he said. His voice was very quiet, measured for the room and for the sleeping child and for the adults standing behind us. "He is not a relative. He is a sibling. Specifically a triplet." "I know," I said. "The timeline is consistent. He is the same age as us. The physical markers are identical across all three. The probability of this occurring between non-siblings is effectively zero."

Their children, Aiden, Liam, and Elara, were now four years old, each one bursting with unique personality traits that made every day an adventure. Aiden was the eldest of the triplets by just a few minutes, but he wore his "big brother" title with pride. With his tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, he was the picture of determination and protectiveness. Aiden had an innate sense of responsibility that often led him to look after his siblings and cousins, ensuring they stayed out of too much trouble.

He had a dashing smirk, the kind that made girls around him melt, and a cocky stride to match. Behind him followed a small group of boys and girls, all equally striking, but it was clear who the centre of attention was. “That’s Ronan,” Lisa whispered dreamily, nudging me. “Hottie No. 3 of Ironfang. The youngest of the Triplet gang.” I didn’t even know what that meant, and honestly, I didn’t care. Yeah, he was good-looking, but was it really necessary for everyone to be so dramatic about it? I rolled my eyes internally, preparing to move on, when his scent hit me.

But what if it's just what, what if there's nothing wrong with it. "What are the names of the triplets?" When I change the topic. "Ah, they are Hailey, Harley, Hashly." nice name, just sounds like it. It's envious because they have three siblings and twins. Nothing, I'm just curious about what it feels like to have a brother. "How are their mom and dad?" I want to ask. "Their mother is working abroad. Their father didn't leave them when my daughter was pregnant with them."

I hadn't expected Connor to say that and it definitely stabbed my heart to see no iota of care no regret etched on his features. “It doesn't look like it.” Gunter sneered, eyeing me like I was garbage drenched in mud. Connor didn't need them to say more. The triplets were known to be very domineering, intimidating and dominating. Their father's hierarchy only added to their ego… so going against them was never a good decision. Especially Connor, his father and the triplets' father are allies on the surface, but in reality, he is constantly suppressed. He cannot afford to offend the triplets, as it would bring catastrophic consequences to his pack. I know it, I understand it, although it real

“Hold up. I’m not even on his phone yet. I’ll add you.” I folded my arms while waiting for him to go through his mate’s phone—nosey little shit. “Oh my god! You weren’t kidding when you said Colby is identical, and Azriel isn’t all that far off.” André exclaimed with a whistle. “Let me see.” I insisted as I leaned over his shoulder, trying to look. It wasn’t anything special. Just Darren sandwiched between two guys that look exactly like him, it seems my brother snagged a triplet, drinking beers.

Gaze lingered on him, watching as he went grabbing onto his backpack, and was just about leaving, when he took an abrupt stop, turning around slowly, finally resting his eyes on me. His eyes bored into me, gaze searching through my profile. "You're new" He stated, with brows furrowed. He had soon spine around, proceeding away, leaving Denna and I, once again unaccompanied. "Those are the triplets. They're eleven" Denna let out as soon as the figure of the kid was away. "Triplets?" "You seem surprised. Wait till you hear about the twins. Those ones are Fifteen" "You know, they're all lucky" She began.