The Tycoons Triplets Novels & Stories

They married and after a couple of years of delay, gave birth to these amazing triple dudes and later, a daughter; Kendall Jefferson. The Jefferson triplets have the same look and height as their dad; 6”2 but are a better-looking version of him so you can imagine how stunningly handsome they look. They were very popular for their high grades in school, intelligence, power, wealth, and gorgeousness so everyone wanted to be their friend but they were very selective because they knew people only wanted to get close to them because of their looks, wealth, and fame. They are only close friends with their immediate family, children of their parents’ few friends, and children of their parents’ dire

Followed by Michelle and Cole then Shawn, Michelle's mother Linda, father Samuel and her three younger brothers Marcus, Brighton and Joshua. The triplets are the most polite, mannerful ten year olds you will ever meet! They have this aura around them of nothing but kindness. While most boy pups are out playing in the forest getting muddy and scraped up. These three preferred to be in complete order from top to bottom without any trance of stains or smudges any where. Even after they eat. Which is highly surprising do to the fact that their older sister is one of the messiest people I know! Well at least in the comfort of her own home. In public, you would never think this girl could have a

Yet, my tongue, again, would not obey me. “Dianna, Maya, do either of you have any instances of multiple births in your family?” Dianna had been lifting her cup to her mouth as I spoke. Her hand stopped in mid-motion, and her eyes slowly turned from the cup’s foamy contents to regard me, expression so distressed, the creases might have been born then and there. “Yes,” said Maya, with the hint of wonder in her voice. “Yes . . . we are both triplets. It’s what originally brought us together.”

The genes didn’t fail to sneak in to make him appear distinctive via the other facial features. “So, happy to finally be able to hug you.” Lana couldn’t be rude to her own brother, though she suspected that he would have been ‘trained’ into hating her by the triplets. It looked like he didn’t really get that much influenced by arrogant and bratty Triplets. Lana was dragged out of her thoughts by Alpha Zaro’s strong, intimidating voice. She could not help but wonder what else the triplets had inherited from their father apart from the raspy, sexy voice and hunky looks. It was hard to pick one among the three of them. Heck! All of them were hot!

I said. “Well, June-bug. If you are announcing the baby, we already know about it. In fact, your aunt Alice has already made me pant the future prince’s room to get ready for when you visit the pack.” Uncle Carlton said. “Dad, let Zel talk,” Terrance said. “Hi, triplet. Hi twin.” Terrance said to me and Tara. Yep. Terrance and Tara are twins and I’m their triplet or third twin, as my parents say.

“What are you talking about Tony?” “I know you have a pride the size of Everest but when it comes to the children, we fucking agreed that they come first. Not you. Not your stupid sense of righteousness or your pride.” Tony was motherfucking furious and I still didn’t understand what this was all about. Seeing the confusion on my face, he growled. “Imagine my fucking shock when I went to see the twins at school yesterday and was told you abruptly pulled them out without any warning. What else if not financial constraint?”

Her memories spun wildly, taking her back to the moment in Producer Malik’s office a few hours earlier. That boy named Gregory… the one who had wrapped his arms around her waist so affectionately and charmed her with his adorable innocence. At the time, Arianna hadn’t had a chance to notice the details of Gregory’s face because she had been overwhelmed by awkwardness and Arsenio’s sudden interruption. But now, after hearing Leander and Nerina’s accounts, the pieces of a terrifying puzzle began to fall into place in her mind. “Are they triplets?” she whispered. Eight years ago, at the hospital on the outskirts of Fiskardo, the nurse had told her that her first baby hadn’t survived.

Dempsey knew as much about my brothers as possible. The triplets were studying in San Francisco. Travis turned to business administration; he was the most sociable of the three. Wayne decided that he wanted to try physics because he was the brainiac. Tyson wanted to study mechanical engineering; his thing since he was little was to disassemble the bicycles, grease the chain, make improvements. Then he went for the cars and spent more in the garage than with the boys. He was the most daring, taking his individuality to the extreme of getting tattooed. He had this sleeve of tattoos and he looked like a tough guy, but he was a good guy who didn't want to be another identical triplet, but Tyson.

I shook my head, it would never happen, how could a man who pretended to kiss me on our wedding day ever love me? I knew this would be a tough one, just like it was tough living with Sara and Mitchie. We finally got to the car, and I couldn’t wait for when this would be over. “Dad!” I heard a loud shout and turned to see three kids running towards us. I could tell that they were triplets because they looked so much alike, but who were they calling dad? He let go of my hand and bent down to take them into his arms, “My princesses,” he smiled and took his time to kiss their foreheads.

Memories flooded me—My thighs pressed together on instinct, betraying me. “They’re triplets who don’t know how to live without sex,” Archer pressed, his grin widening when my face stiffened. “You mean to tell me you’ve stayed untouched by them?” Triplets? God. They're fucking triplets. No wonder they mirrored each other. No wonder the same fire burned in their eyes, just in different shades of cruelty and temptation. Something low in my stomach tightened. Archer leaned in, his smirk deepening. "Oh... they didn't tell you, huh?"