Sturniolo Triplets Siblings Novels & Stories

There was always a place for you, particularly if you were . Female. Was that it, the key I was looking for, as I stepped back into the main room, staring at the photograph of the triplets on the wall. Eight females, Kristin, Kathy, these three and the triplets one of them had conceived. All multiples, all identicals, all victims to one degree or another of violence. Yes, a picture that couldn’t be captured on film was materializing now. At the center of it, a son who felt omitted, perhaps as his father lavished more than a father’s attention on his sisters, loving them with a scientific eye as well. The boy had been damaged irrevocably, had become the omitted one, invisible to the townspeop

It had been a few days since the big brunch and the pile of furs. Things in the house felt strange. On the surface, the triplets were being better than ever. They were always there, always touching me, and always making sure I had everything I needed. But there was something underneath it all that felt off.

She asked him. Declan judged by the time they had and the amount of pressure he was under and decided that he couldn’t wait for all of that, “No, it's fine. We should be on our way Wren.” She agreed to him with a nod before they headed out of the house. They got into the car in an uncomfortable silence and closed the doors. The triplets were used to being in each other's vicinity but now that there was an extra who happened to be their sister also, they felt weird. They have never had any family members except their dad around them. No cousins or uncles because their father was the winner of the deadly triplet prophecy in their family.

The triplets make faces. “Gross, Brother/stepdaddy,” Monty teases. “You know if you are my brother, then your mate is your niece,” Anderson reminds Monty. “Her father’s wolf is named Banjo,” Monty shrugs. Everyone laughs but gets quiet when Turk arrives with his family. Lexington has a brother and sister, Davis and Gabby, only 4 months younger than the triplets. Lexington nods to Monty and Zoe. Lexington has decided not to take his father’s title. He can’t serve Monty. Davis will be the next Beta.

On the other side, their children, Alden, Asher and Axel, gazed at the baby with awe. "She is," Alpha Alaric agreed. "Our little angel." "I want to claim her as mine," Luna Catherine said, and turned to her mate. "I want her to be ours. Let's adopt her." "Anything for you, my love," Alpha Alaric agreed and kissed her cheek. "Mommy, is the baby our sister now?," Alden, the eldest of the triplets asked and his brothers nodded, eager to know. "Of course darling," Luna Catherine beamed at her little boys. "She is your sister. Remember how you all wanted a sister so bad. You have one now. Make sure you protect her, as her big brothers."

A genuine smile formed onto her lips. The 20 year old triplets… Loris, Leonardo and Lorenzo, were the only Romano brothers with a soul. No matter how much Salvatore tried to turn them against her, they never gave in. But they were never exactly close, either. Not with how hard their father had worked to keep them apart. And eventually, she'd run away too, strengthen the gap between them. But the thought that they actually chose to come, against Salvatore's will? It touched a place in her heart.

“My children... the triplets... they’re not in the apartment. Please, do you know where they are? Did you see them leave?” The blood was roaring in my ears, but I could feel my chest tightening, squeezing the air out of my lungs. My babies. Where were they? How could I have let this happen? Mrs. Cooper frowned slightly, a touch of hesitation in her gaze. “Oh... There was a man. Said he was your brother. He came by and mentioned he wanted to take the kids to the park down the street. They seemed excited, so I assumed you knew—” Her words crashed over me like cold water. I stumbled back, my mind racing.

"You need to learn how to be a brother again. You’re so busy being the 'Keeper' that you’ve forgotten that your siblings are your partners. If they fall, the mountain has no filter. It will consume you." Caleb flinched. It was the first time I’d seen him look like a fifteen-year-old in days. "Again," Elena said from the porch. "From the top. Colin, anchor the house this time. Cindy, listen for the drone’s pilot. Caleb... keep the neighbors from seeing what's going on in here." The triplets looked at each other. For the first time, I saw a spark of the old triplet synergy; the 'Three-Headed Force.' They didn't need a pack. They were a resonance.

His description is pretty common. Inner Devil 1: ‘Sure, except he wants someone with a twin or triplet sibling.’ ‘Shut up! Okay. I don’t want complications!’ Freya scolded her inner thoughts. ‘And it’s not like that. He only said that because he also has triplet siblings. It’s relatable to him!’ Because, as it turned out, Freya did have triplet siblings: Charlie and her two younger brothers, Jasper and Kian. Kenneth also had triplet siblings. They were Graham, Kylee and Gale Wright.

Hugs, well-wishes, and heartfelt congratulations were exchanged as the pack expressed their unwavering support for Millent and the triplets. Among the throng of well-wishers, Millent's sisters and brothers reached out to embrace her, their eyes shimmering with tears of joy. The once-separated siblings were now united, bound not only by blood but by the love and anticipation of a new life entering their pack. As the pack reveled in the joyful atmosphere, Millent and the triplets felt a sense of immense gratitude and responsibility. They understood that their child would be a symbol of unity and hope, a legacy that would shape the future of the pack.