The Sturniolo Triplets Novels & Stories

Gradually, their exchange sharpened. “…can’t let her hide them away forever,” Lucy stated, her words icy and brutal. My wolf perked up, a shiver racing along my back. “I get it,” Liam replied, his voice shadowy and ominous. “But we have to be clever about it. Ava won’t give them up easy.” Lucy’s chuckle was piercing, like shattering shards. “Oh, I’m shaking,” she jeered. “We’ll handle Ava, no problem. The big issue is, how do we grab the triplets?”

She paused for a moment to gauge the effect of her words, but I was so absorbed in their meaning, I hadn’t the ability to react in any sort of physical way. “However,” she continued, “in each of the rare documented instances of the underdeveloped ‘late triplet’—science in general had not come to the same conclusions Dr. Weiler had, writing off the abnormally long gestation periods as just that—the child had not survived. The doctor’s primary objective was to see one survive, and no ethical or moral consideration would stand in the way. As with his contemporary, Josef Mengele, the lives of his subjects were expendable, sacrifices to the end goal. The document did not go into specifics on the

“What a nightmare.” My chest ached, but I didn’t react. I couldn’t. Selene had been tormenting me for years. She enjoyed it. It was a game to her. She watched me for a moment longer before finally stepping back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Hurry up, foolish girl. The triplets will be here soon, and they expect perfection.” The triplets. Ronan, Kieran, and Elias. The future Alphas. I swallowed back the wave of anxiety that hit me at the thought of them. If Selene was cruel, they were worse.

Louisa opened her mouth but was interrupted by the scrambling sound of tiny footsteps coming from the dining hall, followed by the former and current Lunas. “Funcle! Funcle! Funcle!” the toddlers cheered in unison while excitedly bouncing up and down in front of Sebastian. They are Ale, Cindy, and Ginger Black, the two-year-old triplets of Aleck and Lorena Black. They were conceived months after Sebastian left the pack. The former Alpha thought it was a good sign for the pack to finally have an heir. They love the triplets dearly, but since they are all girls, they hope Lori will give them an alpha heir one day.

I'm all ready for birth, and I can go into labor anytime. I'm really scared about going into labor; I'm going to fuckig push a three-sized watermelon from my vigiana in one go. But I can't wait to meet my beloved babies. Also, I'm fucking tired of this pregnancy. Getting pregnant with triplets is hard, even for a female Lycan. Family and friends are coming here later to celebrate the kids' birthday. My grandpa, Belinda, and their cute baby Camilo Ruby and her mate Lucas with their new-born twin boys, Little Calvin and Little Romero

He had a premonition that left him uneasy. Charlie Jr. was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. It was Stella calling. "Hey, I heard your brothers are back. Is that true?" Stella asked eagerly. Charlie Jr. hesitated for a moment but eventually confirmed it with a grunt. Stella's voice was filled with excitement as she inquired, "You're one of the triplets, right? Can you tell me more about them?" Charlie Jr. felt a little uneasy but pushed aside his discomfort and suggested, "Why don't I take you to meet them? What do you say?"

As I stood in the living room of my new home, the sound of laughter and chatter filled the air, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. It was a vibrant tapestry of family and friends, each thread woven into the fabric of our lives. Today, we were celebrating not just the arrival of my miracle triplets—two boys and a little girl—but the love that had brought us all together. Ruine and I decided to name them, Kiara, Nikolai and Cole

"Did you just say triplets?" His rubbing his eyes tiredly told me that was the case here. He was part of a triplet. And the two I had met weren't the type of people I dealt with, especially Milo. His gray sent fear into me like currents. "Milo takes care of Sicily and recently lost his Wi..." he stopped. "Partner. The reason we're all here, Elena." He seemed to have finished with his explanation, but then it wasn't complete, right? He told me he was part of a triplet and said to me about two of them. So what about the third, and what number was he? First? Second?

So, I averted my gaze. That's when I spot them—the triplets. They're standing off to one side of the room, and the instant my eyes meet theirs, I feel like I've been trapped. They're identical, with an uncanny resemblance to both their parents. From their mother, they've inherited their soulful eyes—a kind of emerald green that you could lose yourself in. They have their father's squared jaw, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of brows that are often described as 'brooding.' The first triplet seems to have a natural stoicism, the second a glint of curiosity, and the third a palpable intensity. Their eyes lock onto mine, and even though they are teenagers, probably only a year or two younger than

I tried to find the right word. “Whole.” Riko whispered. I smiled. So she felt it too. “Soulmates? That’s not really a thing. There are three of you and one of her. You can’t all be her soulmate.” her father shook his head. “We are triplets, sir. Identical triplets. That means we started as one. We were once one embryo that was divided into three. So we are pieces of the same soul. So you see, it’s possible.” I smiled, my eyes traveling to the clock.