Triple H Son Novels & Stories

I said to myself as I ran my hands through my hair and watched the news. " You look hot though," Jenna said. " Earlier this week, this video of three adorable triplets - two boys and a girl, who sang an early Easter song at St Mary's orphanage in Philadelphia gained so much attention and this led to one netizen commenting that they looked like British billionaire twin CEOs Klyde and Kade Harold..." The reporter was saying, and my heart sank, it was them... My children! They weren't supposed to be in the public eye, ever! We had a deal for goodness’ sake!

And what was worse, he is a married man with a daughter. LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE EXCITED TO READ IT! ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.

INKA’S POV The home team host for Snowfang Falls, was warming up on the other side. Then I saw the three famous triplet brothers everyone was talking about. The oldest, Hunter, the captain—he’s a center, the best goal scorer ever. The middle one, Seth, a stay-at-home defenseman, and the youngest, Zane, the brick wall—his defensive strength was nearly impossible for opponents to break through. They were amazing to watch, the pride of the academy. Every girl at the academy dreamed of them. Except me. I didn’t even dare look them in the eye.

“There is no home for me there.” He grabbed my arm, his grip hard. “Stop being so childish. You’re coming home with me.” I wrenched free from him, but the force of my escape sent my shoulder bag crashing to the ground. Its contents scattered across the pavement—my phone, wallet, and a piece of family photo. Ryder’s eyes locked onto it. Before I could move, he bent down and picked it up, his eyes narrowing as he studied the faces of my triplets. “What is this?” His voice was low, dangerous. “Who are they?”

He shook his head to wake up. “I think we started on the wrong foot. We’re sorry for everything. We just wanted to know if you’re shit or gold. You’re gold. You punched us in the faces. Anyway, I am Omar, the one asleep is Durian and the smartass one is Raphael. We’re the Remington triplets, sons of the second daughter Trisha. You’re the daughter of the first daughter, Petra.” “I see. Apology not accepted. You’ll have to work for it to get it. I don’t trust you aren’t lying to make me trust you and then stab me in the back. You’ll have to prove yourselves to me. And I don’t expect you to do that.”

The triplets giggled mischievously, laughing at their mother's curiosity. "And we are here," Clayton announced as he drove into the parking lot.

My heart took off like a kite in a windstorm. The voice, gruff and impatient, barked back, "This is the doctor in charge of his treatment speaking. Call me Charlie. You haven’t been here in over a week, and your son is awake now, he is asking for his mother. I have been practically raising him myself! I almost called the child protective services of the pack to take him. I thought you had abandoned him because no one was picking up the damn phone!”

The sun shone brightly through the window, casting a warm and hopeful light over their home, as they eagerly awaited the moment they would meet their precious grandchildren for the first time. Christine's family was eagerly waiting for the arrival of her triplets. They were overjoyed about the new additions to their family and couldn't wait to meet them. As the days went by, the anticipation grew stronger, and everyone was anxious to hear news about Christine's health and the babies. Finally, the phone rang, and Christine's husband announced that she had given birth to healthy triplets, including a baby boy. Her family erupted into cheers and applause, relieved and grateful for the good news

The newsmen immediately rushed towards him like bees, as though he were the one whom they had been awaiting for his arrival. One of them pushed a microphone toward his mouth. “Mr. Adam, please tell us, is it true that you are the father of the triplets belonging to the current financial analyst of Harrington Group International?” When Adam heard that, it immediately occurred to him what was actually going on. He immediately took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his eyelids in a bid to stimulate his tear gland. “Please have a hold on yourself, sir.” One of the concerned newsmen said to comfort him.

they have triplets and Caleb. Well, Alpha Riley was also not really clean before marriage. He had this girlfriend in college who gave birth to the triplets, Kevin, Riven and Stefan Smith but due to weakness, his girlfriend died after giving birth to them. Alpha Riley was in depression for four years, until he met his mate, my mother!