Triplets Knock On My Door Novels & Stories

Year 1863 Knock ... knock, knock ... Thea turned around. Without even opening the door, she knew who was standing behind it. The beat was Kay's signature beat. Thea ignored him. She did not move an inch from her place. Knock... knock, knock ... One… two… three… four… five… he counted to himself and a third beat was heard. Knock ... knock, knock ... This time Thea counted to ten and the door opened.

I turned away from both of them. My chest ached. Then suddenly— Bang. A knock hit the door. Fast. Sharp. Urgent. All three of us turned.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* May the spirits bless whoever knocked on that door, because i dont know what i would have said to this pair of gossipers. They are actually getting along better than i though, more better than i anticipated. I just hope Tracy doesn't steal my bestfriends. Hahahahahah we are no longer a duo, we are now a trio. {Elise POV} "Father, our men have failed yet again." I said to my father as i knelt. Dad was backing me, so i couldn't quite see his expression.

A groan slipped from my mouth, and there was this throbbing at the back of my head. I squeezed my chest, voices filtering down my ears— The triplet’s voices. “Renee,” My eyes closed shut and the knot in my chest tightened. What was happening? Why did it feel like my heart was being clawed out of my chest and… No. Something bad had happened with the triplets. I could feel it down to the depths of my soul. I could feel their souls calling out to me. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, startling me as the documents that I gripped dropped to the ground. Who could be here by this time of the night?”

And unfortunately, I had to endure it and try hard to drown out their noise and focus on the words. But the noise was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. I raised my head from the book, curious. Damon rushed to open the door, and an elderly man brushed past him, followed by a young man who seemed to be the same age as the triplets. “Elder Thomas,” Dean greeted with a polite smile and bow, and the triplets also stood up to greet him. I followed their lead. The man smiled, his old eyes twinkling, just like that of the tall and muscular young man beside him.

“Thanks, Higgins. Higgins, let me ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Are you a triplet?” His brow furrowed. “Yes, Barry, as a matter of fact I am.” “Did you know that Dianna is also a triplet?” Wrecked as his face was, it could not conceal the shadow that surfaced. “No, Barry. I did not know that.” His throat tightened, voice falling significantly in volume as he supplemented, “But I know Maya is . . . ” “What is this?” Ritter said. He held the needle aloft, a grotesque accent to the revelations happening.

Ann bought a pretty big bouquet. That day he came to his father's grave with Jax, Jace, and Jake. Today the Carter rent the whole cemetery exclusively for Ann's visit, so no one else was there but the four of them. The bodyguards strictly guarded the surroundings of the cemetery and did not let anyone else in. Jax and Jake used disguises so that their faces didn't look identical as Jace's triplets. These were the game rules that they had set themselves when they had to go out together. Each of them carried a bouquet of colorful flowers.

"Alright, alright, calm down, Cupid. I'll see what I can do. But no guarantees, okay?" Grace nodded eagerly, her enthusiasm undeterred. "No guarantees needed! I trust you'll work your magic, and he won't be able to resist my charms." Feeling slightly overwhelmed, I made my way to the school to collect my triplets, Lana, Landon, and Liam. As I walked through the school doors, I could already hear their cheerful voices and excited chatter, providing a much-needed distraction from the chaos of my day. "Lana!" I called out, scanning the sea of students. "Landon! Liam!"

I had just settled into my apartment, the low hum of the city outside blending with the soft jazz playing from my speakers. The triplets’ blankets Eli had brought were neatly folded on the couch, a small but tangible reminder that I had something to protect. I sank into the cushions, taking a deep breath, trying to convince myself I was safe, that the world outside my door couldn’t touch me. And then I heard it: the knock. Sharp, insistent. My stomach dropped, and my hands froze midair, hovering over the mug of tea I’d just poured. Only one person knocked like that. Only one person would come here uninvited, bold enough to confront me directly.

"Go invite them over then. I'll make a few more dishes." "Yay!" The triplets cheered as they rushed next door and stood tip-toe to press the doorbell. Ding dong-