Triplets Birthday

Madonna Mason, the most sought after stripper in the whole of NY, watches her life take a terrible turn after she rescued an injured werewolf. Never did she consider her life would get dominated by the most fierce, callous, and inconsiderate Alphas of the Holy Moon Pack. How in hell's name did a normal human girl end up living with the ruthless triplets? She's strong - headed, and they're cheeky, will they work something out? She's stuck between three unwholesome Alphas, will she ever survive?

Kellina is a priestess wolf blessed with cold white hair and blue eyes while Rogan is soon to be the Alpha of the Pack. Both are close to their birthday when they will discover their true selves and possibly their mate but meeting weeks before their birthday can this new love survive their new wolves, the pack, the high priestess's wishes, and end up together...What else could be threatening them?

Di pesta ulang tahunnya, Claire Johnson di jebak oleh saudara tirinya Ruby dan menghabiskan satu malam bersama pria asing yang berakhir diusir dari rumah oleh ayahnya. Setelah diusir dari rumahnya, dia mengetahui bahwa dia hamil dan melahirkan tiga anak yang menggemaskan. Beberapa tahun kemudian dia mengetahui bahwa ayah dari anak-anaknya adalah Anthony Smith, pria yang tampan dan kaya. Bagaimana ceritanya akan berlanjut?... Nantikan terus dan baca My triplets Daddy is a CEO di Goodnovel. Terimakasih banyak!

      "Siblings?, Dad has another triplets, can you even hear yourself? "It's true, Grandma said dad once told her he had another set of triplets." " This is wholesome. Is this house some kind of a nursery or a youth center?" "Can you just calm down?" "You want me to calm down?. You really believe those shitheads.? You think they're the real deal?. Well, I don't." "You're being difficult." "You're being unreasonable. 파보 (fool) You're gonna regret this. I promise you "    

Ah… Nothing like getting cheated on at a birthday party they personally invited and drove me to, only to get hooked up with my best friend and fight every day to stay alive. Oh, and the icing on the bright blue birthday cake?... my ex-boyfriend was sucking face with the girl he cheated on me with… patient zero… go figure. Now there are zombies everywhere. Buckle up this is going to be a bloody ride.

“Zelle, don’t worry, I’ll protect you!” Zach caressed her hair as tears fell on her cheeks.   “Y-you—you are not my knight in shining armor… This is not a fairytale!”    Aaron held her hand away from Zach. “I can be your prince if you want to...”    Zelle fell on her knees bursting into tears, “Please stop! I—I don’t want to see you two in one of those boxes too!”   18 people she cares about… 18 days left before her 18th birthday… Each day onward she receives bloody gifts containing disembodied parts… Which candle our Little Zelle will blow on the day of her birthday? “Happy Birthday to me…” ~~~~ * Original Novel * Original Book Cover * Copyrights Reserved

Lily has just lost her father and is forced to move back in with her estranged mother in the town of Silverwood. On her first day of school, Lily is mated to three strikingly handsome Alphas, who all seem determined to make her theirs. But as she navigates the dangerous world of werewolf politics and jealous rivals, Lily finds herself drawn closer to one of them. Their forbidden romance threatens to tear apart the triplets and the entire werewolf community. Will Lily choose the right Alpha, or will her decision lead to a disastrous war? One thing's for sure: the outcomes of her choice will change the werewolf world forever.

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

I am the orphaned hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf. After my parents died, I was sent to the Silvermoon Pack, taken in by a distant relative on my father's side. They had three sons—triplets—each carrying the noble Alpha bloodline. In public, they were the epitome of grace and charm. But behind closed doors, they were my living nightmare. They despised me. To them, my blood was a stain, my existence a mistake. But in their world, I was more than just an outcast—I was prey. They made a bet: who would be the first to have me? To them, it wasn't just about desire. It was about possession, control. A way to chain me to them, to turn me into their plaything. They drugged me and watched as I collapsed at their feet, powerless, theirs to toy with as they pleased. In the end, they ruined me. Smeared my name until the whole pack sneered at me. Then came the bonfire festival. They tricked me away from the crowd and threw me into a pit—a collapsed silver mine, its air thick with toxic silver dust. Torches rained down, their flames licking at the walls, while the silver seeped into my body. It poisoned me slowly. Bit by bit, my body unraveled. And finally, my consciousness dissolved into the dark. But when I opened my eyes again, everything had reset. I had returned to the beginning. One of the triplets, Reine, smirked as he leaned in, his voice laced with amusement. "Ayla, what a beautiful name. May I invite you to the bonfire festival?" The bonfire festival? Of course. This time, let's make it your last night.

Serena Jacobs and I have been entangled with each other for ten years. We thrive in humiliating each other. If she bids for the highlighted item in an auction for her male assistant, then I shall spam gifts for a female influencer on her livestream. If she thrashes my Maserati, I'll just throw away her Louis Vuitton bag. We've filed for a divorce multiple times. All of our friends keep telling us to just get a divorce, and yet we've never truly severed our ties in the end. But after Serena sings a happy birthday song for her assistant, I draft a divorce agreement right away. This leaves Serena feeling confused. "All this over a birthday song?" I nod calmly. "Yup. All this over a birthday song indeed."