Triple Novels & Stories

He is a lot quieter, and he has the self-control I lack. She smells divine, and I automatically feel my fangs grow. Fuck sake, keep it together Chase, I mind link Colt, and he glances at me while her image flies from my mind to his. We share a connection that most twins don’t share. We can read each other’s thoughts if we want to, we can connect our wolves and let them talk to each other, but when our vampire sides come out, there’s no coming back. We have learned to feed on blood bags that we get from our local morgue, and we freeze before they go wrong for us.

I worked hard to put food on the table for my triplets, but I didn't ask for handouts. “Don't be stubborn. You need energy.” Ryder grumbled, his voice sounding like a command wrapped in concern. I turned to him and shot him a icy glare. “Don't lecture me.” “Miss, try a little. I promise all this food is safe,” Noah pleaded again, pushing a delicious-smelling bagel toward me. His face was hopeful, like a puppy trying to please its owner. “I—”

Can something so small get to him? I leap into another subject. "My friends and I are going for a weekend trip. Mind tagging along?" He frowns. "I'd love to but I have a game on Saturday." "My bad." I growl. "But, I'll let you know. Now, can I drive you to school?" "You're driving me to school?" Trent nods and carries my bag. I'm a little disappointed he won't be coming for the trip. It would have been fun having him around. So I'll be the single lonely one. Bruna has Josh. Troy has Luce. I have no one. Completely no one.

“Free beer and a chance to play with the new cleaner? Count me in twice.” We shook on it right there — a quick fist bump between the three of us to seal the deal. The bet was official. Whoever made Lila moan the loudest would drink for free the whole next month.

The Voss brothers had not been silent in my presence in three years. I stayed where I was. My whole body was ringing, shaking. I knew what this was. Everyone at WhiteWood knew the legend. Everyone in every pack knew it. The triple bond was the rarest thing in recorded pack history and it hit all four wolves at the same time and the only person who could end it was the omega it chose. Now I am that omega. Thirty weeks refusal window. Their cooperation with me was the only way they survived the bond's pressure. I had the upper hand.

Grandma had to prove her point beyond reasonable doubt. “Yes,” I replied. “I remember walking through a brook, and when I was about to get out of it, I saw two crabs that held on to each other tightly. I picked them up, and tried to separate them, but as much as I tried, I could not get them separated. So, I put them back where I picked them, and stood watching till they got separated by themselves, and went their separate ways.” Grandma had a deep breathe before she spoke; an indication that between her thoughts and what she was going to tell me next, there was an obstacle; something she had to be discreet about.

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

THIRD PERSON’S POV The triplets had picked a day and cleared their schedule for when they were going to get their mother. Declan did not know what to expect, because for all he knew she wasn’t even related to any witch in any manner and it was all just a big misunderstanding. But he was not going to forgive himself if he did not at least explore the chance of it, and basically two birds with one stone. He was going to find out about the woman who birthed him and also get help about his mate.

His large fingers point to the napkin. “Oh. Um, it’s three shots.” I will myself to meet his eyes. “Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Johnnie Walker.” A head tilt now accompanies his smirk. “The Four Horsemen adds a shot of Jameson or Jose Cuervo.” I gulp. “Like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.” I prattle on. “You’re an enigma.” “Excuse me?” The more we talk, the more I need my drink.

The star-studded sky above seemed to mock us, a pair of wolves with unfinished business from the past. The suffocating silence became increasingly uncomfortable and unsettling. The swish of the night breeze only exacerbated the tightness in my chest. My frustration danced in the air and I was caught in a battle between the choice of admitting or ignoring. As the sky continued to witness, I was tossed around in an elusive whirlpool of emotions. If our mating bond was restored to normal, what would happen next? What would change? "Azalea loves the triplets like her own." Xander muttered that as if there was a point he wanted to prove.