Triple H Daughters Novels & Stories

The twins also looked exactly like the triplets when they were younger. "Roscoe, Dos and Tres look so much of you, Kraius. Quatro and Cinco got the shape of my face but still looks like you. Do you have a magic spell that cast on me? You know, it's a bit not fair," the woman said, hiding his nervousness.

my mouth chuckles out, my hands reaching over to toss her a fresh silk nightgown after her hot shower. I am blissfully unaware that my three little master-hacker sons are turning my entire world completely upside down right next door. The fabric of the gown is a tad too snug across her front, showing off every single one of Blossom’s heavy, lush female curves in the firelight. Blossom complains with a loud, dramatic groan, her hands squeezing her waist, “Sandra, your body has given birth to three massive triplet pups, and my skin is somehow still chubbier and thicker than your frame! That is just not fair under the moon!”

I was working out, spending hours at the cheerleading club perfecting my technique. But this is more than what I could've asked for. A full ride? Good things like this don't happen to me. "All they want is a photo op with you wearing the uniform and signing the papers. " She claps her hands like an excited toddler. "I mean, it's not the best cheerleading program. You could have done way better than them, but it's a great school." It's the best cheerleading program for me. Because it's where the Moretti triplets currently are, and cheerleading puts me straight in their path.

"No..." "It's not just Kael anymore." "She's been playing with all three of the triplets." The name echoed through my mind. Mira. Something about it felt familiar. A slow, dangerous heat spread through my chest. How dare she come after my sons? And more importantly...Who gave her the audacity?

while Silva made his way around the bar. “What?” Lelandi’s lips were pursed. Do you see that I am the mother of triplets? Carol signaled the bar with a hand motion. “There are many births in Silver Town. A triplet, Darien. You’re one of three. You will undoubtedly give birth to triplets. How did you know I was one of three children? Carol’s blue eyes initially appeared to be crossed. Don’t you also have a brother? Someone may have mentioned that you do. She shook her head and put her elbow on the table before resting her head on her hand. “I believe,”

He keeps me laughing, no matter what. Seven years after the triplets were born, Aidinth and I decided to try for another one, and got two! The twins, Tasha and Tala are both girls. They also have their daddy whipped, and I think it’s funny as hell. At only three years old, they know how to get what they want from him. They know all it takes is the puppy dog eyes and four simple words, “I love you, daddy,” and he will melt like ice on hot pavement.

“…if you go, who will stay with Hilda.” “You mean the daughter that doesn’t want to see me?” Carissa hissed at my words. “Take a second and listen to yourself. She’s just afraid. I would’ve done the same thing if there was a psycho maniac after my poor head.” The triple connections have helped us a lot in narrowing down the possible locations of Lilith and her little party. Dash would try to state some things around him that wouldn’t be affected by the lip lock and though it’s been a challenge, it’s getting us somewhere.

I followed, carrying Rachel's hand, trying to keep our family together despite the storm that was brewing behind closed doors. The triplets had splashed in the fountains, rode bumper cars, and clutched cotton candy with sticky fingers as the afternoon unraveled. Their laughter was infectious, and for a few precious hours, the world outside our circle did not exist. But not all was serene. Toward the edge of the park, by a row of picnic tables, I caught a commotion: Daniella, her eyes flashing defiance, stood firm as a circle of kids older than she spun tales in low, threatening tones around her. One of them gave her a good shove. Daniella reddened with hurt and anger; in a flash, she pushed

She knew with absolute certainty that they were three identical triplets, and she laughed aloud. “What’s funny?” asked Orin, who still seemed stunned by her feat of magic. She grinned at him. “Oh, you’re in for it.” He frowned. “What did I do?” She laughed even harder. “Not just you. All of you. They’re going to wrap you all around their fingers and have no mercy.” “Who?” asked Eamon. He looked around, as though seeking a source. North gently tapped her belly. “Our three daughters. They’re Truebloods like me, and I can feel the power flowing through them. It’s like a shared circuit or something, and shifting the realm back to its previous existence unlocked the connection again.”