The Quintessential Quintuplets Novels & Stories

I sighed, wishing all my fathers we're here to witness me getting crowned and all that I've done. "You have four fathers!" he exclaimed. I guess he didn't even know that he was one of them. "You're one of them, my teacher Sir Rome. My biological father and Stone's father... you all are my fathers and I'm lucky to have you all" He was impressed by my words as he conceded to my words as he shaked my hands and hugged me. "Of course we're all proud of you son. You did well, you earned your way to the top and I'm glad to be alive and be the one to place the crown over your head" he uttered as he ran his hands through my hair.

"I worked so hard for everything that I have all these years, and just in case you've forgotten, I am the first-born son of our father, the Alpha of this Pack and that makes me the heir apparent." He laughed hysterically, holding his right hand over his mouth which further getting me upset. "You do know that we are quadruplets, don't you?" "And so?" "That simply means that we were all born at the same time." He giggled mockingly. "You always talk like you've been born years before the rest of us but that's not true, is it? We all came out a few seconds apart and so you're not the eldest as you claim. Any one of us could have came out first. It just happened to be you, bro."

“Why are the quadruplets live on TV?” “What?” Killian grabbed his phone and noticed it was on airplane mode. He turned it off, and within seconds, notifications started exploding across his screen. Articles. Mentions. Headlines. Special Guests – The Grafton Quadruplets Headline: “CEO’S CHILDREN CONFIRM SECRET MARRIAGE?!” And then he saw a video of the quadruplets. What are these four devils up to? He hit play. “Good morning everyone, and welcome back to Good Day Harbor. Today, we are here with the Grafton quadruplets, who will be joining us in today's live interview.”

Patel shouted "We need to deliver NOW! Twenty-two weeks! Quintuplets! NOW! Or lose all seven!" And Damian, holding plastic Queens ring from Queens, holding Lila who shared pancake between two mommies, holding Jasmine who flatlined with five inside, holding father who flatlined on stretcher, holding mother who faked death, holding Mummy Lagos Bible, holding landlord who confessed he planned it all for mortgage forgiveness, looked at envelope chain — Mr. G gave to Vanessa gave to Arthur gave to Femi gave to Damian and Jasmine in Room 2412 — and whispered: "My building... my company owns Flatbush building... I own Mr. G building... I caused my own quintuplets..."

She went quiet for a moment. “You know... I honestly don't think I have. A quintet with four alphas is already incredibly rare. Add an omega into the mix, and you've got something that's almost unheard of. That's a very unusual goddess-blessed combination.” A sigh slipped out before I could stop it. “That's pretty much what I thought. I just wanted to check.” “I'll do some digging,” she said immediately. “If there's ever been a quintet like yours, past or present, I'll find information on it.”

Jace nodded and took a sip. "Quadruplets? Your kids." "Yes, they are." "And their father?" Jace asked, throwing his gaze around. Emma lowered her gaze, "he.. he's somewhere. I-I don't know." She was clueless on how to respond. "What do you mean you don't know? Is he not aware he has kids with you?" Emma shook her head, fiddling her fingers. "You didn't tell him?" She shook her head again. "Why? Does it seem right to you to keep your kids a secret from their father and raise them alone like you made them all by yourself? Is it not too much work for you and maybe a bit selfish?"

"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.

"And what then? You drag them to Vermont and pretend we're some happy family?" My shoulders were quivering when I strode toward the kitchen. Being near him with all this nostalgia suffocated me. I shouldn’t just stay idle or argue with Ryder. My triplets were still out there! I reached for a water bottle and gulped it down, my mind working up some plan. "No. But they deserve to know who they are. And you... you owe it to them to stop hiding." My hand stilled. Without looking back, I answered bitterly. "They are safe with me."

Alejandro remarked as we walked over to the other adults. We had kept it small, only inviting our close friends and family. But even then, there were plenty of little ones running around. My brother Liam Westwood, the Alpha of the Blood Moon, had quintuplets, five boys, Jayce, Theo, Ares, Carter, and Renji, who were two and a half years old. Then there was my sister Azura, who was eight years old, like Dante, and she was the leader of the Westwood Quintuplets. She was fiercely protective of them and would let them get up to whatever they wanted.

She's a piece of work too the way she does it, she has my glare and her mom's sneakiness a deadly combination if you ask me. Quint is more laid back than his twin, he kinda reminds me of Daniel. He's a brainy little fuck too. Looks like he's going to follow in the pothead's footsteps and go into medicine while Aiden is all about bikes and the crew. Anything to do with the crew he wants in.