Trio Matching Pfp Funny Novels & Stories

Penti scratches his neck, straining for an answer. “Well… I’d love to man but… I prefer our company. The 3 compadres, right?” Joe and Jin look at each other then they laugh. “Hey hey, come on. I’m not afraid!” Joe chuckles and mimics Penti. “3 CoMPadReS.” Jin laughs even harder. Eventually, Penti laughs as well. For a moment, the trio’s laughter managed to remove their stress regarding the situation. Their laughter echoed throughout the abandoned building. In a certain room, there was darkness.

Everything about him resembled Dion, and the question as though how did it happen that he looked exactly like him was playing in my head but I pushed it off for a while and focused on the moment where I currently am. When he walked back into our table holding a tray, the aroma of hot choco and Cappuccino filled my nostrils. Again, it reminded me of those moments Dion and I shared in this coffee shop. "So, uhm, how's life?" he tried to start the conversation. I took a sip on my Cappuccino. "Well, life is good, sometimes a bitch." His brows furrowed and he tilted his head while he has this amused look plastered on his face. Then he shook his head and sipped on his hot choco.

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!”

“Is one of ’em your boyfriend?” That familiar pain pierces my chest—the pain of knowing that all three of them should be my mates, but aren’t. I keep my carefree expression painted in place and say, “Oh no, just friends. We’re traveling together. Looking to meet up with our other friend at that tree I mentioned.” The guy laughs again, and he gets friendlier with his hand, letting his palm rest on my shoulder as he leans in to speak. “Baby, that tree isn’t real. Someone’s pulling your leg.”

He had a dashing smirk, the kind that made girls around him melt, and a cocky stride to match. Behind him followed a small group of boys and girls, all equally striking, but it was clear who the centre of attention was. “That’s Ronan,” Lisa whispered dreamily, nudging me. “Hottie No. 3 of Ironfang. The youngest of the Triplet gang.” I didn’t even know what that meant, and honestly, I didn’t care. Yeah, he was good-looking, but was it really necessary for everyone to be so dramatic about it? I rolled my eyes internally, preparing to move on, when his scent hit me.

Michelle's green dress matched her red hair perfectly. Behind them were the triplets in matching black tuxedos. They looked like they had just stepped out of a magazine. Zade's black hair was perfectly styled, making his dark eyes even more intense. Roman's light brown hair fell casually across his forehead, his usual smirk firmly in place. Axel looked hot and dangerous, and his blue eyes kept scanning the room like he was looking for threats. They were beautiful, and I was just... me. "Aw, look," Kylie giggled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Little Ava is playing dress-up. How adorable."

One girl squealed. I had taken she was their ring leader. Her hair was dyed platinum blonde, so were her eyebrows. She was wearing a baggy denim trouser and a Versace scarf as a crop top. She was dope as hell. Three girls were behind her, they were even doper. “I'm Tracie." She said stretching her hand forward. “Nice to meet you." I said to her. “These are my friends, Quincy, Didi and Donnie." I waved my hands to them.

“Nah,” Dux said, his blue eyes sparkling with warmth and humor. “Me and Drake need to talk to you about getting matching tattoos, so you get a break from the ruthless and relentless teasing.” “Yeah?” She right way slid into professional persona. “You guys always get matching tats, or this is something new?” Drake shrugged, ran his hands through his dark hair liberally sprinkled with gray. The salt-and-pepper looked fantastic on the twins, especially with those Arctic-blue eyes, and Zoe called them The Silver Foxes, which made them laugh and tell her how right she was.

They were the expensive gifts the triplets had gotten for her as a present. She lifted her chin high, smiling as if she'd already won the crown. She already did, she just had to wait for fate to choose one for her. If she were concerned, she would choose all. After all, there was no limit to crowns one can wear. "Of course, I look perfect tonight" she thought proudly, letting her fingers brush over the fabric of her expensive gown. "No she-wolf here could ever compare. Let’s see which of the triplets Fate chooses for me."

Thanks, T. Tris perched her mid-forty-but-looks-like-thirty-something body two stools from me and beams at us. “Is this finally happening?” she asks, wiggling her brows. “Are you two finally realize you are made for each other? Because if that wasn’t a lovers’ quarrel, I don’t know what that was.” She sighs dreamily. “You know, I always thought that you both will end up together. Look at how perfect you are! A broody mug and an angel. I couldn’t find any better match than the two of you.”