Triple H Son Novels & Stories

"All right, Lynn, I'm going to trust and be honest with you. Actually, I'm looking to find out who the real father of my triplets kids is." Lynn's brows furrowed. "The triplets? You mean the two kids who were with you at my birthday party yesterday and called you Ms. Joy?" "Yes. There are many things that I have to confirm before declaring that they are my children, and one of them is the matter of this biological father." "But there are only two kids, in my party last time." "There was one other kid who wasn't at the party that day." "Wow, you have triplets? Those are so... amazing and rare. Sorry if I'm wrong, but I don't think your family knows about them either?"

His eyes flicked to me for a quick glance before he pulled away a cloth covering a painting. The air left my lungs. “These are…” I pointed, unable to tear my eyes away from the image. “They weren’t twins…” “No.” He growled, teeth grinding. “We were triplets. Raiker, the oldest. I’m the second. Klaus, the youngest.” “Why has no one ever mentioned the Supreme’s three sons?” I asked, still in shock, until I remembered the kettle whistling. “I’ll be right back. Sit down, please.”

“Those are my… siblings, well, half-brothers. We have to get along.” Fenrir inhaled slowly, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the crisp night air in the car. When he exhaled, his voice was low but firm. “You’re a girl… a beautiful one. You’re not related to them by blood. The triplets… they have this thing for beautiful girls. They can’t help it.” I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. “Hold on… what are you suggesting?” My voice was sharper than I intended, a mix of disbelief and alarm.

He had a way of understanding me that Mom never quite did. Then there were my triplet stepbrothers. We didn't talk much. They barely called, and most of the time, it felt like we lived in completely different worlds. Hans, the eldest, or at least the one who constantly reminded everyone he was the eldest, worked as a firefighter. Mitch, the middle triplet, was a hockey captain. And Devon, the youngest, was an MMA fighter, which I thought was pretty cool. The last time I'd seen them was after Mom and Anthony got married, right after I graduated high school. Back then, things had been easy. We'd joke around, hang out, and actually talk.

At this moment, Christian was in a fit of anger, his face expressionless, bearing a hundred percent resemblance to Christopher. He furrowed his brows and asked, "Who are you? Do you know my brother?" Then he snorted disdainfully, "Even if you know my brother, it's useless. I don't like you." From Christian's words, Tiffany heard the truth. This kid in front of her looked exactly like Christopher and denied being Christopher, so he must be one of the illegitimate children brought back by Alessia. Indeed, they were fraternal triplets, and this illegitimate child really looked exactly like Christopher, but his personality was completely different. He immediately made things difficult for her. C

Draven looked up at her, his jaw set tight. "It’s the triplets," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They just snuck out of the estate... and they took a private helicopter to follow us here." He looked at the beautiful, romantic villa, then back at her, a mix of frustration and amusement crossing his face. "It seems, Mrs. Blackwood," he sighed, though his eyes were filled with pride, "that our children have decided our honeymoon is far too boring without them. And they are landing in ten minutes."

As soon as he walked out of the building, three people popped out from the darkness. The three of them looked like they were over fifty years old. Their age, appearance, body figures, and even the aura they gave off were completely the same. It was obvious that they were identical triplets. Their names were Qaiser Harker, Tyrone Harker, and Luke Harker. They were also known as the three Harker Brothers, Victor’s strongest fighters. When Victor helped the Summers family conquer areas, the Harker Brothers had helped the Summers family a lot when they were younger.

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

They also have his hazel eye contacts. Sometimes I wish they didn’t pick anything from him but that’s nature right? Though I may despise their father, I love it so much. They are my sweet tyrants. "What the hell happened here, Jayden” I choose to face the eldest among the triplet, after giving them a long stern stare. "it’s Hayden!” He immediately screams pointing to the last one. “No mom, It’s not me. It’s Jayden and Braden.” Hayden rebuffs, pouting his crimson plump lips.

Just like what happened to Rhezi and him; a love nurtured by patience that made them stronger than ever. "You're smiling. Are you happy?" Rhezi asked, still holding the man's cold hands. She looked at her kids and winked who were also smiling while staring at their father. "I am very happy, Chubz. I-I don't know what to feel anymore," the man replied. When they finally reached their kids, Kraius seemed to be hypnotized. Rhezi was right. Their sons were his carbon copy. From the shape of the nose, lips, and jaw. The twins also looked exactly like the triplets when they were younger.