Trilogy Novelas e Histórias

Chase POV “Come on, and you can do better”, Aries shouts at me as I try to escape from his blows to my torso. I have been focusing a lot more on my fighting. Losing Arya has made me go completely insane, and here, in the fighting rink, is the only place I can be myself and allow my body to take over my mind. Colt has been focusing on learning more about computers and that crap, and he thinks he will be able to track her down. She barely owned a phone, and she hated technology, almost as much as I do.

he said as the doctor opened up the files and sent what seemed to be the main one to his side. He picked it up and analyzed it for all to hear. “After thorough research and analysis, we discovered that we’d have to take stronger measures than expected because the genes were so intensely alike for triplets that are not ninety-nine point nine percent similar. But after all, we got to the results…” I could hear drums beating in my head but I didn’t know where they were coming from. Oh, now I do. ‘Stop it, Mel.’ She scowled. ‘Sorry.’

“Thanks, Higgins. Higgins, let me ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Are you a triplet?” His brow furrowed. “Yes, Barry, as a matter of fact I am.” “Did you know that Dianna is also a triplet?” Wrecked as his face was, it could not conceal the shadow that surfaced. “No, Barry. I did not know that.” His throat tightened, voice falling significantly in volume as he supplemented, “But I know Maya is . . . ” “What is this?” Ritter said. He held the needle aloft, a grotesque accent to the revelations happening.

Never. “Give us the tribrid,” Florencia, with her sweet-like cherry voice, said. It made the prince feel furious. He wants to kill that woman who dared to speak those words in front of him! No one can take his mate away from him and he will turn the world upside down once it happens until he finds Sidrich.

"I don't drive it often because I'm not a huge fan of not having the wind blowing through my hair, but sometimes it's just too cold to ride the bike." This is news to me, but good news. I wasn't sure he'd fit in my car. But then again, trucks are small. "We'll all be able to fit?" "It's extended cab, enough room for six. We just need to grab Riley's booster." Easy enough to do, I'm a pro at transferring and putting in car seats. "Alright then, let's go." ******* Trick's truck is as sexy as he is. Black, just like the bike, big and hulking, just like him.

"The trauma you sustained also affected one of the triplets you were carrying. Unfortunately, despite our best efforts, we were unable to save that baby, and surgery was necessary to remove the fetus…" My breath hitched. Triplets. I had been carrying triplets, a miracle I never dared to dream of, and now one was gone. A sob tore from my throat, a sound filled with such raw pain that it seemed to pulse through the sterile walls. It soon morphed into a series of wracking cries that made my body convulse as I gasped for air.

The silence lasted four seconds. "Explain," Lucian said. "I already told you everything." "You told us three words. Try again." I pressed my back against the seat. Zane sat too close on my left, close enough that his shoulder pressed against mine. His eyes kept dropping to my stomach like he was trying to do math he could not solve. "My IUD failed," I said. "My doctor confirmed it last week. Triplets. All viable. Twelve weeks." Nobody spoke. Say something, I thought. Fight each other. Accuse me. Do something I can predict.

"We’re Lycan royalty. The Blackwood name isn't just a business brand. It’s a crown. My 'gang'? That’s a military front to keep our borders safe. Silas’s companies? They fund the war we’ve been fighting for centuries." ​"I don't care about your wars!" I yelled. "I'm a human! I have a life!" ​"That's the part you aren't getting," Alaric said softly. He leaned forward, his hands clasped between his knees. "By sleeping with me, the Mark didn't just tie you to me. We are triplets. We share a soul, a bloodline, and a throne. You are physically and spiritually bonded to all three of us simultaneously."

Wendy's sarcastic cross-armed. "Ynaria, Wendy. Can you stop this?" Trist's disobedience causes both Ynaria and Wendy to be stopped-and it gets everyone's attention back. "Trist," Clement said, but Trist ignored it instead continuing to speak. "If I only knew this was going to happen. I hope I didn't agree," Trist said disappointed and shook slightly. "I'll admit, we've all been drinking, but don't get mad. I understand what you're going through in life and whatever we've experienced at the resort. Please, let's just forget the past, shall we?" Its suggestion. "This conversion is over, go home!" Trist's last word before he left the VIP room.

He growled loudly as means of challenging us both. At that moment our anger subsided. No one in our pack had ever stood up to us. Not even those we met by chance. They all easily submitted and followed our every command. Having someone stand up to us and try to harm us in any way was a first and that did impress us a lot. We looked at each other then smirked. "My name is Brandon, and this brother of mine is called Landon." Brandon said. "We aren't yet at our best. But soon we will be. For now, we can use one more person to train with and stand with us as we conquer other packs." I voiced out my true thoughts.