The Bench Trio Novels & Stories

They leaned closer to each other as Bella took pictures of them and squealed like a little child. “Oh, my, isn't that the new transfer student in Year one? Bro's having a lot of fun with the Triple A step sister. Heh, maybe the triple A aren't so terrifying after all since they allow him to get so close with her,’’ A student's voice rang from the stairs under us, and I looked away from the window before looking back at it again. “Triple A my ass. Didn't you hear the news, too, or are you living under a bridge? Everyone believes the poster's threats are real and that somehow he has evidence against the triple A,’’ Another replied.

But when my name was called, the energy in the hall shifted. “Ava Robertson.” As I stood, I noticed how stiff my knees were, but before I could take a step, the triplets all rose with me. Their chairs scraped the floor in unison while they stood, and the crowd gasped like it had been staged. Every head was turned toward us. The triplets didn’t even hesitate. They moved with me, matching my pace as I walked to the stage, as if they were giving the pack a statement that I wasn’t just Ava, walking alone. I was Ava with them, and I’d always be with them.

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV On the dais, Rose, Jasmine, and Violet stood beside Azalea and Xander. All the members gathered in the middle of the village square, muttering and whispering to each other. Their noisy chatter was like a buzzing swarm of bees. My eyes widened in horror to find my triplets at the center of attention. Astonishment and confusion swirled in the air as I pushed my way through the crowd, trying to get a little closer to the dais.

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

Eletrish asked honestly intrigued by this. “Well you have the power trio that has helped me keep Phillip in check anytime the three are around him he shuts up and watches himself so there's progress on that front. The power trio consist of Jazzy, Ebony and Candace. The three seem to have gotten close, especially Jazzy and Ebony they typically are insepriable in their down time constantly going shoping and generally chatting amongst themselves about a wide veriaty of topics.” Adam answered

“Really.” Ilyas looked at her. “I'm glad.” She smiled. “Me too.” Nate looked at Ilyas. Then back at Eliana. “I think we should do this more often.” “All three of us?” Eliana asked. “Obviously.” Ilyas nodded. “I agree.” Eliana smiled. “Then it's a plan.” She held out her hand. Nate placed his hand over hers. Ilyas hesitated. Then placed his hand on top of theirs.

It also gave the girls a hint of sexual effect. As the triplets girls stared around the room in anticipational precept, an official blew a whistle which pulled them to order. One by one, the Macmiller triplets walked out from a room and into the staircase in the middle. They were formally dressed, each wearing red tuxedos, red trousers, perfectly tailored and black shinning shoes. They wore a black netted mask, concealing their faces but with little holes for the girls to struggle. An official brought three refined chairs below the staircase for the triplet boys to sit.

Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω SCENE IN THE CLAN The clan was filled with guards and maids emerging to greet the Triple Three A.K.A The Trios who had just returned from their mission. They consistently succeeded in every mission, and there were three of them. They referred to themselves as the triple three. Their names were Anna, Riley, and Jordan. Anna continued to leap with joy at being back in her homebase. “Hey freaking peeps, what's uuupp”She yelled as she twirled in her multi-coloured boots.

He pulled me closer, his lips pressing against my forehead. Then we face him together, he said. The three of us. And you. The three of us, I repeated. You, Theron, Lysander. And me. The Triad Bond hummed between us, connecting us all. I felt Theron in the next room, his sleep restless, his wolf pacing. I felt Lysander, calm and watchful, his eyes closed but his mind alert. They love you too, Cassian said. You know that. I know.