Triple Baka Characters Novels & Stories

Gabriella said and looked at Jackie. Jackie didn’t look up. She kept washing the glass. She had to have heard Gabriella. Jackie was right next to Trina. “Did you catch their names?” Trina asked. “Mandy, Candy, and Bambi. They’re the Bolton triplets,” Gabriella said in a high-pitched voice. Trina snickered. “They didn’t say it like that, did they?” “The triplet part, they did. In unison,” Gabriella answered.

SEATTLE — KIDNAPPING DAY The late afternoon sun bathed the backyard of the Cassian triplets—Cassian, Dorian, and Kane—with a golden light as they geared up for another impromptu baseball game. Excitement was written all over their childlike faces, ready to have fun under the clear sky. Cassian, with his unruly hair and sparkling eyes, took on the role of the catcher. Kane positioned himself as the pitcher, gripping the ball firmly. Dorian, equipped with glasses that made him look like a miniature professional baseball player, was poised to bat.

One was clearly a doll, another appeared to be a set of children's books. Their voices held unmistakable humility and uncertainty. "We don't even know her name," Matthew said quietly from his wheelchair. "But we asked the toy store what three-year-old girls like these days." After hesitating for a moment, I finally reached out and accepted the gifts. My fingers brushed against Daniel's as I took the box from him. He flinched slightly at the contact, as if he'd been shocked. "Her name is Lily," I said, surprising myself by offering this information.

We were only stopping by for a split second just so that Saiora could change into a graphic baby-blue, cropped tee from her oversized brown t-shirt. "Oh my gosh!" I unintentionally exclaimed. "Sai you're a genius!" I finally understood her choice of codenames. "Hiroshi is Blossom, Dean Buttercup, and Alex bubbles. Okay, I agree with you. I was just confused before as to why there were three because my feelings for Hiroshi have depleted but I get it." My feelings for him perished just as quickly as they'd come.

He stepped forward and bowed, "I apologize for our rude introduction. Allow me to make up for it. My name's Chaos and this is my brother Ego and my sister Illumy." I glanced over at Liza as she glanced at me. She leaned down and whispered, "Identical triplets?" I leaned in to respond, "forget that what's up with the names?" "Maybe it matches their personality?" "Have to be." "Why are you even being nice? It's just one witch, a weak ass human and a mutt. We're free!" Illumy grumbled before she locked eyes with me. A wicked smile curled up her lips as she suddenly disappeared and appeared right in front of our faces, her hand raised as if ready to launch an attack.

The trio had never for once made me forget my place as the loser in school. A memory of their recent torture took control of my mind and began to replay in my head. It had been a slow day and I had been reading. It happened so suddenly. One minute the book was right there in my hand and the next, it was snatched by someone. This aroused anger inside me that I screamed out. "Hey!" The trio, Duke, Darius and Dean stood proudly before me. Darius was the more outspoken one of them, tall with brown hair and brown eyes like his dad's. He found the book I'd been reading too funny because he was grinning as he flipped through the pages.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

I worked hard to put food on the table for my triplets, but I didn't ask for handouts. “Don't be stubborn. You need energy.” Ryder grumbled, his voice sounding like a command wrapped in concern. I turned to him and shot him a icy glare. “Don't lecture me.” “Miss, try a little. I promise all this food is safe,” Noah pleaded again, pushing a delicious-smelling bagel toward me. His face was hopeful, like a puppy trying to please its owner. “I—”

another asked with doubt in his tone that made me detect how rude he could be. I've heard about the triplets from my friend, Henry. He had taken time to explain each one of them to me and how I should deal with them when I feel they are bullying me, which I don't think might happen. He mentioned their names as Luca, Lucas, and Lucien. God knows I'm not their fan, even though they were well-known in the pack. Who wouldn't know the triplets? I didn't. “Hey! Who are you?” the one who had concluded I was a maid asked me again with much arrogance, and his words made my skin creep. I felt so irritated with their questions but anyway, I needed to let them know to clear off their thoughts that I was

He visibly deflated, muttering a half-hearted, insincere apology before quickly retreating, melting back into the general murmur of the common room. The brief, tense encounter, though quickly resolved, served as a stark and potent reminder of the possessive bubble that constantly surrounded me, a formidable shield forged by the fierce affection and unwavering protectiveness of my mates. It was a life I hadn’t consciously chosen, yet one I was increasingly finding myself not only accepting but, in many ways, embracing. The complexities of our unconventional relationships remained, the occasional fleeting pangs of longing for a less complicated existence still surfaced, but the fierce loyalty