Three Little Words Summary Novels & Stories

But before I could speak, she quickly cut me off. "Forget it. What's done is done. There's nothing else I can say now. Did you both use protection? No next time, okay?" Shanine reluctantly got up and slowly walked up to Kerrigan like a frightened kitten. "Mom, Mr. Turner didn't do it on purpose." Kerrigan shot her a glare before leading her home. I walked them out of the house, then saw Carl staring with Kerrigan's leaving figure with a forlorn look on his face.

I couldn't stop the joyful smile that spread across my face. Golden sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Alex lifted a hand to shield my eyes with easy tenderness. From the kitchen, the gentle simmer of soup filled the air with a rich, savory fragrance. Beside me, he spoke excitedly about all the places we would travel to together. On the wall, the cuckoo clock announced the hour. It was my birthday. A tiny mechanical bird sprang out, chirping its cheerful song, "Joy to Emily! Joy to Emily!"

“ Good job Red, continue scoring through the rounds and that 1 million dollars is yours. “ Chad told her. “ Now return to your dorm and get some rest, eat some food and prepare for the next round. “ Thane rubbed his palms, “ And I assure you, round 3 is nothing like you expect. “ ************** The Macmiller Triplets once again gathered for their annual game planning. The recent issue with Stacy Green had sparked anxiety between them since it came unexpected. “ So we were busy tampering with a pregnant woman? “ Klein asked. “ Wouldn't be the first time. “ Thane replied. “ Regardless that the girls wouldn't believe that we impregnated her, it is still bad news for us. “ Chad added. “ And that

The power had gone quiet. For the first time in three days, they slept.

Elera and I took public transport like we sometimes did when we wanted normalcy. When I got home, I bathed and fell asleep almost immediately. When I woke up, the sky outside my window had already shifted into deep orange fading into blue. I bathed again. I needed to feel awake and reset. It helped a little. I went downstairs and ate alone. The house felt unusually quiet. No distant laughter. No heavy footsteps. “Where are the triplets?” I asked one of the staff. “In their gaming room,” she replied. Of course. Whenever they locked themselves in there, the entire house moved carefully. No one disturbed them, it was their territory.

The Silent Third Floor Ten minutes later, I found myself standing in front of a room on the third floor. This floor was rarely used and far quieter than the lively party downstairs. My breathing was uneven. Logic told me to leave—to run as far away from this house as possible. But curiosity and Davian’s threat pulled me like a tightening noose. I turned the key. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight streaming through a large window. Davian stood there, staring outside. “You came,” he said without turning.

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

But this felt different. The fear was different. The silence was different. I reached the door but then I froze. My hand hovered over it. I could not breathe properly. I was not ready. But I pushed it open. The room was cold. Too cold. Three men stood inside. In the center of the room was a body. Covered in white cloth. My steps were slow. Heavy. Each one felt like walking toward the end of my life. I stopped in front of it. My heart was screaming inside me.

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"