Triple Kill Novels & Stories

Can't we just cool off? [Selena, when will you let me back into your life? Take your time to chill, but come back to me. Let's give it another shot.] He had even wired 75,000 dollars to my account and attached a note. [Use it to unwind. I'll be here waiting.] I forced a smile. Henry still had no clue I was done for good, and there was no coming back to him. I was about to hit the emergency call when my grip went weak, my phone clattered to the floor.

“People just don't like talking about them. It hasn't even been a decade since the last incident.” “Sure,” I say, feigning disinterest. It only makes her lean in more. “The previous triad,” she begins. “The Alphas’ parents. They died because of it. One of the males slept with another woman after years of staying true to the bond… and none of them woke up the next day. All four of them. Dead.” “Four?” I blink. “Yes,” she nods. “Three brothers, one mate.” “They all died,” she repeats. “That's how dangerous it is to break the rules of a triad.”

The triplets were safe inside, guarded and waiting. Jeffrey did not emerge. In the speeding vehicle, Samuel held her as she sobbed. “He’s gone. The kill gene is purged. The twins… and you… will be free.” But as the pain in her womb eased and the mother code settled, Ava’s phone lit up with a final message from an unknown number—Jeffrey’s secure line: I’m not dead either. The purge failed. Madam Jones has me. Come alone if you want the twins to live. The obsession never dies, Ava.

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

"What about what you did to me?" Matthew looked at me, his dark eyes entirely unreadable. "The core fluid wasn't meant to kill you, Soraya. It was the only way to shield you. The Council knows about the mate bond. If they killed the triplets, the feedback would have destroyed your nervous system anyway. The fluid in your veins is an anchor. It’s a permanent lock." He walked over to the wooden table, looking down at the old leather-bound album the seer had left open. He stared at the younger picture of his father for a long, silent moment before looking back up at his three brothers.

I knew that somewhere in that forest, the triplets were going about doing their thing. I couldn't understand that they could have been that vicious. They killed without reason and without having any mercy on my grandparents. I curled my legs up to my chest and rested my chin on them. I couldn't believe I managed to fall so hard and so quickly for them, without knowing how deadly they were.

I said, “you should leave a message. Let him know what happened. That we killed all three before he arrived.” Keto nodded and started typing. “Smart.” I looked back at the place where we were coming from. My mind racing, we had just killed triplets, but I didn’t feel bad for them. Not even a little. Keto slid the phone back in his pocket. “Sent.” “Alright. I’ll head back to the camp now,” I told him. “You sure?” he asked. I nodded. “Yeah. You’ll wait here for Orion?” “Yeah,” he replied.

She paused for a moment to gauge the effect of her words, but I was so absorbed in their meaning, I hadn’t the ability to react in any sort of physical way. “However,” she continued, “in each of the rare documented instances of the underdeveloped ‘late triplet’—science in general had not come to the same conclusions Dr. Weiler had, writing off the abnormally long gestation periods as just that—the child had not survived. The doctor’s primary objective was to see one survive, and no ethical or moral consideration would stand in the way. As with his contemporary, Josef Mengele, the lives of his subjects were expendable, sacrifices to the end goal. The document did not go into specifics on the

I sped out of the parking lot, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Shit, shit, shit. It was only a matter of time before Ryder figured everything out. He would come for them. Not long after, I burst through the door of my apartment, my mind in a frenzy. “Mary! Iris! Andy! Get your bags!” I exclaimed, while getting up and down to drag the suitcases from the closet. Silence. My heart dropped into my stomach as dread crawled up to my face. My triplets weren’t here. “Goodness, where are they?”

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.