Triple H Daughters Novels & Stories

She waved me over with the enthusiasm of a woman who definitely had gossip ready to burst. “Oh gods, sit. Sit, I have things,” she said, pulling me down onto the bench like we were back in high school. “Okay, so. Did you meet the triplets from Greynight yet? They’re healers and all three of them are stupid hot. Two are mated and the third is open. Like open open. I think she has her eyes on that broody weapons master you keep avoiding.” I cackled. “Tarin.” “What?” She smirked. “I just report the news.”

Forty-eight hours, six flights, four countries and one step closer to my daughter. Hina’s attitude toward me was like a wild roller-coaster ride. She started off with intimidation and fear, then she moved to seducing my Mate and me. We’ve seen her fury and rage, her sympathy and compassion. After the revelation of my daughter, she became unexpectedly supportive. All of our travel arrangements have been taken care of by her, or the pack. Our flights to Nova Scotia, the accommodation at the bottom of the mountain, hire cars and enough cash to support the six of us for two weeks upon our arrival. I expect her kindness has a lot to do with the possibility of building an alliance with the Triple

We can full-on talk now? I guess. I shrugged. We'd been doing so since birth, but never this clearly. "Finally. I was beginning to think you left me here with some kinda weird replica of you," Hollyn said to Thane as his eyes fluttered open. A smile twitched on his lips. "They're not replicas. They're my brothers. We're triplets." "Oh, my stars. That's a lot of hotness." She lifted her hands to her cheeks. "You should probably be illegal."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our dearest little cousin. I didn't know that out of all the places you could be hiding in, you would be here in an unimpressive café, Shyne." Nixie, the oldest of the twins, was the one who talked, and by the anger that boiled inside of me, I could imagine that some of the crew in the café heard them. Amarah Nixie De Leon and Carmina Trixie De Leon were twin daughters of my dad's second cousin. They both had brunette hair, but Noxie had blue-green tips on hears, while Trixie had bluish pink tips. They were both wearing black crop tops that showed their entire abdomen, and almost half of their breasts in a deep V cut. Nixie wore a blue leather jacket over hers

It wants to crush the brothers. As I sit here, still and hungry, stressed and worried, I’m patiently waiting for the time when I’ll have my last laugh. I’ll be their undoing. The two double-handled doors clank as they open for the entrance of the triplets’ mistresses, the same ones: Clara, Alana, and Lyra. Waltzing in with grace, the sun brightening their porcelain skin, my eyes squinted at them. “What is...”

"Guards! Get in here right now!" "Capture the triplets" my father ordered. "And grab my daughter! Keep her as far away from them as physically possible!"

I looked up to see my father standing over us. “She passed out” I told him. I looked over to Cole and Spartan, they were inspecting what was left of Hanks body. “This is incredible” Spartan said lifting what looked like an arm. He dropped it again and looked over to me. “She can do this, with just a wiggle of her fingers?” his voice was uncertain, impressed but laced with a bit of fear. Which is highly unusual coming from Spartan. “She’s the Triple Goddess, she can do anything” my father said still looking down at us.

One of the girls nudges the boy and says something that clarifies my doubts. "Dude, you could easily pass as his double if only you were buffer. Geez, this is creepy. I thought having an identical sister was nuts. But what about you Danny? Damn our dad and you are years apart and just way too identical!" "Shut it Molly! You ruined our surprise.) The other girl just nods. My jaw must be literally touching the floor. So I have triplets. Tears cloud my vision and I pull Hailey close. Through sobs I kiss her and thank her.

Legacy added, turning to meet Stoic's smiling face. "Last but not the least, Jennifer, our only sister the last born." Stoic and Legacy said at the same time turning to face Jennifer who was smiling sheepishly. "We're triplets" she blushed out. Hannah clenched her fist! " This barren chick really gave birth to this kids!" Her face was burning with something Diana couldn't decipher as her gaze was on her all the while.

His expression hardened immediately. “What did he do?” I wiped my face quickly and tried to explain everything. How Kharl had confronted me in his office. How he had revealed that he knew Amelia was not his child. How he had been investigating Celeste. And finally— The worst part. “The witch had triplets,” I whispered bitterly. My mother gasped softly. “Triplets?” she repeated. “Yes,” I said angrily. “Kharl’s triplets.” My father’s face darkened. “That’s impossible.”