Triple H Son Novels & Stories

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."

Maverick said making me shake my head at both of them. The bet! Well, we triplets are like that. Every time two among us do betting over the third person in our triplet set. I and Maverick had done this with Hudson most of the time. After all, Hudson among us was a troublemaker and spoiled brat-ass always. Well, nothing has changed in him still. He's still the same.

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.

“You don’t have to do this, Chris…he’s just a little boy, they are your sons, our sons” “Don’t make excuses for him! Don’t make excuses for them! You know what’s bad enough than having triplets? Having them turn out to be useless Alphas. One boy is a freak, the other can barely hold his ground with a voice like that. I get rid of them and we can go back to how we used to be, Cat. Connor is perfect. Connor is the son I was destined to have. Triplets are cursed didn’t you hear the myths? If the two sons are out of the picture, no one, absolutely no one will look down on us- “

“Three months after I left Washington, I fell sick. I thought it was just my body adjusting to a new environment. But I visited a hospital and found out I was pregnant with triplets.” “Who’s their father?” she asked, almost impatiently. I took a deep breath. “Alec Rivera.” “ALEC RIVERA.” Ruth blurted out, and slapped a hand against her mouth. Her eyes wide with shock, she scanned the room and we were lucky nobody was paying attention. Ruth brought back her gaze to me. “Alec Rivera?” she asked. “You mean, Alec Rivera, the CEO of Daston Airlines, current CEO of the Rivera Group? The one you had a one nightstand with?”

Vikramaditya leaned back into the leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that he was already in motion, chasing shadows across continents. Mary’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain—You are a father… of triplets. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, but disbelief clung to him like a second skin. Fatherhood had never been part of his carefully charted destiny, and yet here it was, demanding answers he could not ignore. Dharna held those answers, and finding her was more urgent than the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.

“Because he’s taking things too far. The triplets already did as he asked, yet he’s choosing to go back on his word. I’m doing this for my—” “What do you mean by that?” I interrupted him, my ears catching onto a particular part of his sentence. Did...? Did the triplets tell him about the care home? Did they have a hand in him knowing where to find her? Or taking her? He looked at me. “I’m not doing this for love of the triplets or for you. I’m doing this for my son, for his friend. I’ve done my fair share of hurt. I’ve caused my share of pain. And the boys… Their father and them had a deal. And now, he’s going back on his word. That wasn’t part of the arrangement.”

Sage said, laughing and looking up from the iPad he was playing a game with. He was on a different couch, and thankfully not part of the chaos those two were creating. He was the oldest and very much less chaotic. He was literally my right-hand man, in a very sweet and protective way. "No, he won't. Uncle Killian loves us too much. He won't ever spank us." Sean, the second son, replied with a smug grin. "That's right." Shane seconded him and they had a high-five. He was the last.

“No, I don’t think messages got crossed. Wait... did you say Danu?” Father chuckled and faced her again. “Yes, young one. She has a name, just like Mother, and me, and everyone in the Upper. You children always have such wonder in your eyes when you emerge after the Final Binding. That is why we call you children, even though you never truly were.” Gilly’s gaze drifted to his thermal markings. They shimmered across his skin; royal, opalescent, unlike any she had ever seen. Every being on Triune carried a fragment of his genetic material, but his markings were the original, the source.

He visits me whenever he hears that I'm back at the village. I dressed up quickly and went out. It wasn’t Eben. It was Esther, and with her was her sister. Esther was a high school student in her final year, the daughter of grandma's friend. I knew her and everything about her family. Rumour in the community had it that, her father and brothers dabbled in the occult. Her mum had divorced her dad. And her three sisters were married. She was the last born of her mum and dad. Her dad had another wife, but there were no children between them except step children.