Trilogy Romance Books Novels & Stories

He cut in, “Trouble, I know. Anything you have to say?” I gulped. “I'm glad you know, but do you know the reason why?” He raised a brow. “Tell me.” “Because they've all found a mate. Adrian, Alex and Arnold, they all share one mate.” “Wow,” he replied. “That's rare, but it's possible for triplets. So tell me who it is. Is it you?” My eyes grew large. I was shocked by his question. “No–” Even though I wished it was. “It's not me, it's someone else, you know.”

Not if I want answers or a small shimmer of hope. “As you already know, I am Tristan Dugray’s aunt.” Aurora starts out, leaning into the protective arms of her mates. “Roman was the second son of our beta, and my childhood sweetheart. Everyone assumed we would be mates, and they were right, but none of us were prepared for Atlas. He moved to Red Saw with his family during our senior year of high school.” “Shit got real complicated after that.” Atlas sighs, shaking his head. “Trust me, I had been warned to stay away from her, but we were like magnets. Our pull to each other was undeniable.”

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

Nico lies back with Marcella on his chest, whispering nonsense to her, smiling every time her fingers curl into his shirt. Riccardo holds Camilla, rocking slightly, his thumb brushing small, steady circles on her back. She’s awake, watching him like she already trusts him completely. But I notice something about my lovers…. None of them stick to just their baby. When Marcella cries, Vincenzo reaches for her. When Camilla stirs? He notices. He doesn’t love only one. He protects all three like a quiet king guarding a fragile empire. Nico is chaos wrapped in devotion.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

I can’t put into words the love I feel for this woman. I could blame the mate-bond, but I know it’s more than that. Yes, my wolf is in love with Jenna’s wolf, but it’s more than that. My human, wolf, and vampire sides are in love with this Goddess beneath me. Every part of me loves every part of her. “Every part of me loves every part of you, too.” I smile down at my mate. “Reading my mind again?” Jenna shakes her head and winds her hips. “Reading your heart. Luther, please, fuck me!”

What they were doing was…rough…animalistic. “What about your girlfriend? Have you successfully popped her?” the girl asked. “Prom night is the night, baby.” She laughed. “Too bad for you, then. She’ll want you to be gentle.” “Oh no,” Trip said. “I’ll teach her how to be rough the first time around!” “Oh, poor girl. I’ll bet she’ll cry. “Where do you plan to do her anyway?” “We’re all going to Michael Hornby’s place. His parents are away. I reserved a room in their servant’s quarters for my precious Virgin Mary! Hang around Mikee’s after prom. I’d like to have fun after I’m done with her.”

His tone had softened, if only slightly. "Is something wrong?" "Carrie said what happened last night was her fault." He paused, then added, "She wants to apologize to you. We booked a private room at Nightfall Bar. Come meet us there." Carrie wanted to apologize to me? A bitter laugh rose in my chest. Most likely, it was just another one of their little games. But then again—fine. It was time to put an end to this, once and for all. No more blurred lines. No more entanglements.

Cassie murmured, curling into my chest. Her words froze me. She’d been pressing that topic lately, but she didn’t understand. I was enjoying our dangerous little secret, but my marriage to her mother wasn’t love…it was business. And business always came first. “Let’s not talk about this.” My tone was sharper than I intended. I pushed off the bed, but her frown deepened. Cassie always hated being in her mother’s shadow. Sometimes I wondered if fucking me was her way of winning. Her prize. Her rebellion. But it couldn’t change the truth: I wasn’t throwing away the contract for her.