The Triplets And The Blonde Novels & Stories

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.

Matthew and Daniel patted her head: "Be good, and in a couple of days, we'll go see the Northern Lights." Hearing their words, I felt my chest tighten. I got up and moved to a corner. When I came back to my senses, Matthew, Daniel, and William had their backs to me, chatting with another professor from the department. Sarah had silently made her way to my side. My internal alarm went off. She lunged forward and grabbed my bracelet, throwing it to the ground. This bracelet contained my parents' ashes. It shattered on impact, its contents scattering, carried away by the air conditioning current.

“Excuse me?” Collin gently herded the girls aside. “You three, go help Mom. And don’t start rumors before breakfast.” Jamie rolled her eyes. “We’re not starting rumors. We’re observing reality.” The triplets darted off in synchronized chaos, laughter trailing behind them. Baylee let out a shaky breath. “They’re… energetic.” “Triplets,” Collin said simply, as if that explained everything. “They never stop.” They climbed the steps of the main lodge, where two figures waited.

Wheeling out her luggage without any expectations that someone would be picking her up. To Svetlana’s surprise as the slanting sunlight glinted her blonde hair. The girl’s emerald orbs were stunned to see the triplets. Standing with a board for identification, Svetlana clenched her jaw seeing the mockery. She wasn’t expecting anything good from them but they could spare her pretty name. Reading ‘S-wet-Lana’ an enraged Svetlana leaped towards them and snatched the board. Throwing it on the floor she stomped over it with her emerald eyes glaring.

We laughed and loosened our grip on them. River ran to Marco and hugged him tight. “We eat? I hungwie.” Ryder said rubbing his tummy as it growled loudly. Everybody chuckled as Marco, Summer, Silas, and his parents took the triplets outside. “We will be there in a few.” Blaze told them. He looked down at me. “You feeling better?” I shrugged. “Yeah. I’m sorry, all this has been a lot to take in.” I told him with a sigh.

As Hila continued to look confused, Piers added gently, putting an arm around his little sister, ‘They are triplets, you know. Hila had forgotten but now, she looked from one to the other. All the children resembled their father in colouring. Blonde hair and grey-blue eyes. Not a single one of them had inherited their beautiful mother’s deep brown hair and soft brown eyes. “Come on," said Ria, and she herded the group out of the kitchen just as another blonde youth, built like a Greek god, stepped in front of her and grinned disarmingly. “I’m Claude, the Handsome brother, by the way.’

The only thing I was a bit confused about was what he wanted. As we kept many things in mind, I couldn’t get King Enzo angry at me. He had no idea what I knew from the triplets. Unlike me, the triplets gave themselves to King Enzo. After all, their first time was also the result of their triple pregnancy. All three of them had a pup on the way; they were more than scared, but with my help, they would be alright, hopefully, sadly, King Enzo is still angry at them for sleeping with their husbands a week later.

It was a sentiment they hadn't felt in years. The triplets experienced an unparalleled connection, surpassing anything they had ever known. A bond formed among them as they beheld Dirk's face, radiant in the night like the moon itself. Dirk's well-being was vital to their own. His life held profound significance. He was their mate, and nothing could alter that. Dirk would forever remain of utmost importance to them, even beyond death. Everything else could go to hell. They were a united front, a force to be reckoned with. No one and nothing would harm Dirk or tear him away from them again. In unison, the triplets took a deep breath and released it, their actions synchronized.

Anna could barely breathe through her nose while she did everything she could to stop her possessive growls. Nothing changed. The triplets, Julie, July, and Jean were very much the same. Flamboyant. Barely dressed, even with the cold weather. And snobs. Like they own the world and everyone in it. Tall, California beach blond hair, unnaturally ridiculous racks. The three identical twins were the opposite of the Greyson sisters. The most damning part was, they had their sights on the kings and seconds-in-command, like they were already picking the bed partner for the night.

My father, Vince, and the boys' father finally came in, their tough-guy exteriors crumbling as they took turns holding the newborns. The triplets climbed into the oversized hospital bed with me, tangling their limbs around mine. "You guys were a disaster today," I whispered into the dark. "We were a little uncalibrated," Nickie admitted. "Next time, we’ll have the protocols down," Luca promised. "Next time?" I groaned. "I just pushed out an entire squad!" "Next time is for the girls," Matteo teased. "The Noir Triplets." I just 'shh'-ed them and closed my eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep surrounded by my six Moretti men.