Novel & Cerita Triple X Series

“My bad. Go on… please” Katrina rolled her eyes and took another cinnamon roll. I wished it was my d*ck that she was eating so passionately. IAN I just wanted to lighten up the mood and they got mad… tough crowd. The doctor continued. “The father of the triplets is Ian Turner.” I got up from my seat while my brother’s eyes turned dark. Katrina squashed the roll in her hands, her glares were lethal, and I f*cking liked it. “Looks like it’s settled,” Ian said, clapping his hands.

But my pervert mates are more happy that once they shift the power to the kids they can take me to a honeymoon that includes going around the whole world , men I tell you . Ting Ting Ting The voice of the bell notified us of Qarinah's presence as everyone stood up in respect . The ceremony started and by the end of it Abir and Qarinah were marked and making their way to the room . As they exited Xavier as the oldest of the triplets made the announcement about the twins coronation held later this week and as if on a schedule we heard 2 growls from our kids . Everyone looked in their direction to see them holding a guy their age but he was pretty petite and I already was pitying the kid cause

The silence lasted four seconds. "Explain," Lucian said. "I already told you everything." "You told us three words. Try again." I pressed my back against the seat. Zane sat too close on my left, close enough that his shoulder pressed against mine. His eyes kept dropping to my stomach like he was trying to do math he could not solve. "My IUD failed," I said. "My doctor confirmed it last week. Triplets. All viable. Twelve weeks." Nobody spoke. Say something, I thought. Fight each other. Accuse me. Do something I can predict.

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

"The Beverions, duh. There are no other triplets in the Starweaver Academy except them." Close? I'm certain Xaden’s planning my murder now wherever he is. The Academy couldn't do it, so he'd take matters into his hands. Xannon ended any thoughts I had about being his friend just now. And I still had no idea what was going on in the mind of Xander. There is nothing like closeness between the triplets and I. We just want each other because of the matebond, but I can't tell Riah that. "I have no idea." I pop my shoulders. "They actually don't like me."

They didn't have banners, and they didn't have names, but the weight of their collective step rattled the tin cups on our ledger-table. Xander stood up from the threshold, his knuckles raw and black with the slag of the Executor's tray. He didn't look at the mountains; he looked at the path of fresh snow where the leather-heeled tracks were already being filled by the heavy, square indentations of combat boots. The ember beneath his scars flared again, a low, defensive amber that flickered like a candle in a draft. "The Third Party," Xander said, his voice sounding flat, drained of the warmth he had found while hauling cedar. "The system doesn't close an account, Sara. If the Fourteenth Seat

Yes, the twins have a highly toned body with muscles visible even with their clothing but because the enemies are great in numbers, the chances of winning are almost zero. "We don't want violence," Enric says, calm and composed. "So, just please let us go." "And what makes you think we'll let you?" Sam says looking down at Enric. "Then are you fine with a little spilling of blood?" Emmanuel smirks and rolls up his sleeve, ready to fight. I was starting to get nervous when the two loan sharks started to grip on their knives. The quarterbacks were cracking their necks and knuckles too. Ready to throw punches at any second.

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Trist added gently and understandingly. Clement was silent for a moment at what Trist said when he spoke. "Aren't you afraid you might be the next of the three?" Apparently hesitant Clement said. It refers to Chris, Simon and Samuel. Trist laughed slightly at Clement's question. "Why would I? And if there's a reason to die, that's what I'm grateful for." Trist said without remorse. Clement only nodded in response to Trist's meaningful words. AFTER the work of Ynaria, Helen, Dylan, Wendy, Ryan and Paul. They all went to their locker room at once where the boys and girls were separated. When they finished, they went out at the same time, they all seemed to be silent, especially Ynaria.

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.