The Triplets And The Blonde Novels & Stories

I moved closer and froze— It was a framed photo of Nathaniel and Damian, with a woman who bore a striking resemblance to them. ‘He's white. I also heard he's a triplet.’ Joyce's words replayed in my head. So it was true. Nathaniel was a triplet. There was another photo— a picture of them and their parents; I supposed, and another boy. The happiness radiating from the photo had me smiling too. I picked up the frame and let my fingers brush Nathaniel's face.

Some hated me, some pitied me and some didn't simply care about the fact that I existed. Cute? Isn't it? Fuck everybody. "Help me with this," One of the maids asked me, handing me a tray full of fruits. Without complaining, I shifted the tray and put it on the table, from the corners of my eyes I coud notice. They had arrived—the Triplets. All three of them had their girlfriends by their side, as if glued to them. They were beautiful. Of course, they had to be—To stand beside the majestic Triplets, their companions had to meet the highest standards.

The third, clearly the loudest, had bleach blond hair and a grin that sent a chill down my spine. “Ladies, are you lost?” Blondie asked, his eyes sweeping over me with an unsettling gleam. “Or did you come here looking for some fun?” Trance immediately stepped ahead of me. “Back off.” Blondie’s grin widened as he looked at Trance. “Relax, man. We’re just being friendly.” His gaze lingered on Elara, then it shifted back to me. “Especially with this one. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The triplets celebrated the next coronation with more violence than ceremony. There were no veiled threats from upstart packs this time; only a few battered envoys showed up, bearing token gifts and glaring from the edge of the property line. Elena let the triplets handle all the negotiations—Damon turning swagger into leverage, Devin smoothing over the bruises with practiced politeness, Declan playing artillery when metaphors fell short. The three of them, so different and so bound together, made her think of the roots under the old willow: tangled, impenetrable, quietly ensuring no one else would ever thrive within twenty yards.

Standing together, they looked like a match made in heaven. Holding the mic, I smiled at them and said, “Carla, Caspian, it’s an honour to have the two of you here. Any guesses? What gender do you think the triplets are?” Carla smirked. “This is easy. It’s a girl and two boys.” “Huh,” Caspian scoffed. “You’re wrong. It’s a boy and two girls.” Carla rolled her eyes. “What are you? A magician? You can’t say I’m wrong before the gender is revealed!”

“No, thank you. I will pass. It’s too much responsibility for sweet little me” As I was just having a nice chat with Alpha Riley. The Triplets appeared in front of us. “We will give her the house tour” the Triplets said in unison. ‘I smell trouble. Why do they suddenly want to give me a tour?’

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.”

By now, I was used to attention, but it still thrilled me in a strange, electric way. Then I saw the triplets. All three. They stood together like shadows of power and perfection, clad in black suits with golden bow ties. My chest tightened. Anger flared immediately, sharp and hot. How did we end up eating the same colour. Ugh. Before I could stew too long, Fenrir approached, looking dashing in a white suit that perfectly contrasted the triplets’ darkness. “You both look amazing,” he said. He offered his hand. Elera nodded eagerly. “Go ahead, Calla,” she whispered.

I sped out of the parking lot, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Shit, shit, shit. It was only a matter of time before Ryder figured everything out. He would come for them. Not long after, I burst through the door of my apartment, my mind in a frenzy. “Mary! Iris! Andy! Get your bags!” I exclaimed, while getting up and down to drag the suitcases from the closet. Silence. My heart dropped into my stomach as dread crawled up to my face. My triplets weren’t here. “Goodness, where are they?”

As Margret Owen walked down the corridor of the emergency ward, she was taken aback to see Charlie Sr and Doctor Francis standing together. Doctor Francis appeared bewildered, glancing between Charlie Sr and Margret. "Charlie Sr, is this the woman you mentioned?" Doctor Francis asked hesitantly, recognizing Margret as the veteran Bliss. Charlie Sr confirmed that she was indeed the mother of his triplets. Margret was stunned by the revelation, her face darkening with confusion. "What do you mean triplets?" she asked, her footsteps freezing in place.