Novel & Cerita The Quintessential Quintuplets Fanfiction

Her gaze swept over everything. "The scenario," she explained, "is unprecedented. Four possible mates. One Luna. And there is an obvious disagreement between them. Nobody spoke. The truth of what she said sat thick in the air. "Traditionally," she explained, "the Luna would mate with all four of you. But it's evident that this arrangement is... unpleasant for all parties concerned." I felt four sets of eyes on me. Heavy. Intense. I fixed my focus on Elder Mackenzie. "So," she replied, her voice steely. Final. "We must find another solution." She turned to face me. Her gaze softened. Only slightly. "Luna," she answered. "The choice, we feel, must be yours." I blinked. Confused. "Choice?" I re

However, their celebration had come to an end when they’d heard their mommy coming down the hall. “She already knew he was our daddy,” Erbao said then. “But she didn’t tell us - she told us he was dead. I don’t think kissing will change that.” It was a step in the right direction, but the quintuplets knew how stubborn their mother could be. Plus, she may even be more angry if they showed her the proof they’d discovered. She was never happy when they snuck around behind her back. “I bet she’s just playing a game,” Lottie insisted then. “She probably just wants daddy to chase her and win her over. We have to help him!”

Who gives people such ridiculous names? “They’re a pair of mysterious twins,” Aunt Jenna explained, her eyes darting toward the window as if expecting them to appear at any moment. “They are a set of twins. No one knows much about them, except that wherever they go, trouble follows. They’re the embodiment of evil, Aurora. Unrest, disappearances, even death... these things always seem to happen when they’re around.” I felt my heart stutter, my mind flashing back to the grocery store, the rude, smirking man I had collided with and his quieter, watchful brother. They were twins. Could it be…?

--- Upstairs, in a dimly lit private room, the DeSantis brothers were once again sharing a willing body. They were quadruplets. Centuries-old Alphas. Legends in the supernatural world. Born together, raised together, and never once separated in anything that mattered. They had always shared everything—power, territory, and women. They had never taken a chosen mate because they were waiting for the one scent that would bind all four of them at once.

"What of it?" Aurora reached inward, toward the warmth still humming beneath her skin, toward the bond that had ignited five times over on a single night that had changed everything. She thought of Damon's voice screaming her name against a barrier he couldn't break. She thought of Ryder's laughter, Kieran's quiet loyalty, Luca's careful calculations, Elias's hidden grief. Five threads, still connected, still pulling toward her even now, wherever they were. "They're still bonded to me," she said. "You didn't take that."

she asked in a shrill voice. “Thanks to Dylan! Mama will be busy for a while so let’s have a quickie babe! I want quadruplets this time!” “Babe..!” she protested but he quickly leaned forward to gently push her back on the bed. She moaned when his lips engulfed hers. They won’t be only enjoying making more babies, they would also have an addition to their cute triplets who could wake up the neighborhood with their loud cries. Their mission: Make Contrero quadruplets… The End

The poor thing knew better than to struggle, dangling from her embrace as if he was playing dead. Her sisters stopped teasing one another, their expressions hardening with fierce unity. It was what I loved most about the quadruplet bond. When one was hurting, they banded together, raging war on the culprit. It was the same for the boys too. Hell hath no fury like a quadruplet scorned. You were not just dealing with one. You had a legion of the fuckers to contend with. “What time were you supposed to be meeting him?” Allyson asked, placing a sisterly arm around Faith's shoulders to console her.

Living a happy forever life. "They are doing great. They've learned to live without you"Pamela answered, looking away. She knew the second part of her sentence would make him feel bad. But she doesn't give a damn. It is either he was not there when the Quadruplets were born and grew or he would eloped to another country and be married to a private prostitute surnamed Alvan. His son Ethan was also born without feeling the warmth of a father. Just what kind of destiny does he have? Or maybe it's her destiny to have kids as a single mother and the father appears later to embrace the baby.

That maybe this was all another cruel misunderstanding. I pushed the door open. And my world cracked. They were all there. The Alpha triplets—Cain, Caleb, and Cypril—were gathered on the bed. And between them was Amelia. She was seated comfortably among them, laughter on her lips, her body angled toward theirs with familiarity that burned my eyes. Cain’s hand rested casually at her waist. Caleb leaned close, his forehead touching hers. Cypril brushed his lips against her cheek, then her lips, slow and deliberate, as if the world beyond that bed did not exist.

"Ava, meet my sons, your future stepbrothers. Boys, meet Ava." I turned. And my heart stopped. Standing at the entrance—looking completely drop dead gorgeous—were the quadruplets. The same quadruplets who claimed I was their mate. The same quadruplets I was avoiding. My fingers loosened in shock. The wine glass slipped from my grip. It hit the floor, shattering into pieces. And that was the moment I knew this night wasn't going to be one with a happy ending.