Triple H Son Novels & Stories

“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.

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

His eyes even reddened emotionally. He, Shaun Hill, really had children. It was a pair of fraternal twins too.

I asked, panic written all over my face. My heart sank, and disbelief washed over me; it felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. “ These are the triplets of the Blood Trinity Kingdom. The one with golden hair is the second son. The other one is the last,” I overheard Alpha Kingston say. I clenched tightly at my foster uncle's hands, unknowingly. These were two of the infamous bloodthirsty triplets known for their brutality. They always destroy every kingdom together with the brutal Alpha Prince, the eldest of them all.

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.

She smiled and pulled down her sunglasses, so he could see that she meant it with every fiber of her being. “Mummy!” The triplets shouted at the same time as they ran to meet her. Mr. Brown gushed at how cute the triplets were. They were two girls and a boy, and it was hard to tell their differences since they were wearing identical outfits. “Oh my goodness! What are your names?” He laughed as they grabbed his hand in excitement. “My name is Jenna,” The girl declared proudly, and this is “Elena and Jaden.” “Awn, you're cute.” He complimented as they giggled and ran around him.

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."

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Triune was behaving exactly like he had when he went to Blue Sky Entertainment, cutting to the chase without making conversation. Before Snow could answer, Henry walked up to Triune and the others at the first opportunity. “What do you want from us?” asked Henry. As the head of the company, he had the responsibility and obligation to protect his artists from any form of harm and harassment. “You are the person in charge of this entertainment company?” Triune questioned as he sized Henry up. “That’s right! Who are you, and what do you want from us?” Henry responded. “Oh, my name is Triune Sault. You may not have heard of me, but you must have heard of the Windsor family. Our young master is a

"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.