The Sturniolo Triplets Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

He had a dashing smirk, the kind that made girls around him melt, and a cocky stride to match. Behind him followed a small group of boys and girls, all equally striking, but it was clear who the centre of attention was. “That’s Ronan,” Lisa whispered dreamily, nudging me. “Hottie No. 3 of Ironfang. The youngest of the Triplet gang.” I didn’t even know what that meant, and honestly, I didn’t care. Yeah, he was good-looking, but was it really necessary for everyone to be so dramatic about it? I rolled my eyes internally, preparing to move on, when his scent hit me.

Caleb leaned over the back of the divan, his long fingers expertly finding my swollen knot, his thumb striking it with a torturous, rhythmic precision that synced perfectly with every single one of Asher’s deep, brutal strokes. "You're ours," Caleb whispered perversely against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers rushing down my spine. "Every drop of your pleasure belongs to this house." I locked my fingers into the leather cushions, my body vibrating with an intense, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The darkness behind my eyelids flared with white-hot sparks as the combined assault of the three triplets pushed me straight toward the edge. My inner walls clamped tightly aro

She added with a serious look on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her. The triplets stared at her askance. “Ladies room? This is the men’s room.” Another of the triplets spoke. His hair was tied into a neat bun. One noticeable feature that Irene could see was that all three brothers had the same color of hair, skin, and eyes. She could only tell who was who by their voices and their hairstyles.

I blurt out. “Oh my!” Valentina exclaims. “What the hell!” Gianna squeals. “How about I come over to spend the weekends??” I laugh. “You wanna seduce them, huh?” I tease. “Yes yes!” She laughs. Valentina narrows her eyes at me, leaning closer to the screen. “Wait, wait, back up. Triplets? And they're hot?” “Identical triplets,” I repeat with a dramatic sigh, flopping back on my bed. “Like sinfully attractive. You wouldn't want to believe it unless you saw them.”

They were interested in the bloodline. "The blind items are no longer blind, Dante," Elias Thorne said. He tapped a vintage fountain pen against the table, the sound like a metronome in the silence. Thorne was eighty, a relic of Silas’s era who viewed the company as a holy see and the family name as its scripture. "The Chronicle isn't naming her yet, but they’re talking about 'The Triplets in the Tower.' The market hates a vacuum, and right now, the vacuum is your personal life. It’s making the investors nervous."

Her pack was small and provided me with a discreet home; because it was so far from everything, no one knew anything about my past. Rumors circulated through forums and among traveling wolves about the Alpha Triplets' missing mate. People were always shocked to learn it was just one woman for three men. I could feel their judgment in the subtext of conversations, even though Elly assured me there was nothing wrong with it—that our ancestors had stories of multiple bonds.

They had each found their place in the tapestry, and she was no exception. As dawn approached, the triplets’ journeys converged in a private, unseen moment: Kai, Aria, and Elara, standing atop the ridge, overlooking their lands, their packs, and the dawn breaking over the horizon. The wind carried the echoes of Jake’s strategic voice and Ella’s nurturing wisdom. In that silence, they understood each other perfectly, the bond of triplets stronger than any ritual, any prophecy, or any power they could claim.

“Forgive me but you have no heir for now. If it's possible, you can have sex with as many ladies as possible. It could help produce a kid to be your heir.” This words were empty words. I knew Gabby must have thought carefully before letting this out. It sounded quite hurtful at first but I had to think about it once more before I got something defensive to say. “But I have triplets!” I shouted back at him defensively. “Triplets that have currently been kidnapped…” Gabby made up a sober face. “Triplets that we currently do not know if they are alive or dead. You need to think about this once more.” I sighed.