Triplets Knock On My Door Novels & Stories

I need to make sure he’s okay. Dean nods, but none of them move, still holding on to a piece of my body. I roll my eyes, then hear a knock at the door. They must have mind-linked him. I look at the triplets, “Can I talk to him alone?” I ask and reluctantly they agree. Opening the door and letting Jordan in on their way out. I know they won’t go far though.

Dylan said grimly. Nicola closed the book, her jaw set. “Then we have to stop them - whoever they are - before they destroy everything and everyone.” Back at their suite, they laid the books out on the table, but their focus was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Nicola froze, her heart pounding. The triplets immediately tensed, their eyes darting toward the sound. Dean moved to the door, his hand hovering over the knob. “Who is it?” he called out, his voice firm.

“Have you forgotten everything you've done to me, each time I trusted or tried to help you?” “You aren't helping me, Emma. You're helping my baby…" “Elizabeth, quit the manipulation!” Emma thundered, getting more irked than before. “I know each one of your tricks, and this isn't going to work. You can't stay here, period.” Emma stepped into the house and slammed the door in Elizabeth's face. “Mommy, who was that?” One of the triplets asked. Emma forced a smile on her lips and replied, “Just an unwanted guest,”

I had pinned my hair up into a sleek, high bun, exposing the long line of my neck. When I walked down the grand staircase, all three brothers were waiting in the foyer. They wore identical black tuxedos, yet their postures immediately broadcasted their fiercely clashing personalities. Ethan was adjusting his gold cufflinks with chilly precision; Asher stood with his hands rammed into his pockets, tracking my descent with a heavy, primal hunger; and Caleb leaned against the marble pillar, a glass of champagne in hand and a thoroughly satisfied smirk plastered on his face. "Breathtaking," Caleb murmured, breaking the silence as he stepped forward to offer me his arm the moment my heel hit the

KEISHA Knock! Knock! Knock! The rhythmic sound echoed through the hallway as I stood outside Celine's door, my knuckles rapping against the wood with a sense of urgency. Each knock seemed to reverberate through my bones, amplifying the anxiety coursing through my veins. My breath formed wisps of mist in the chilly air, my skin prickling with goosebumps from the cold.

My palms suddenly perspire from the trauma that I’ve faced in their hands, knowing that as long as I remain alive, I cannot escape it. But then, at least for now, I’m with Aiden, and I shouldn’t spoil the good mood. His whispering voice calls my attention before a wave from him. “Here, Kaya.” I raise my face to meet his and hurry to the side of the wall where we’ve hidden. Blinking profusely, my lips part at the sight in front of me, and my heart resumes its hammering, clanking against my sternum. I grip the gown tightly as I watch the triplets walk onto the center stadium like the predators that they are, unfazed and boisterous about anything at all.

I asked him who was at the door with a silent expression, but he shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he had no idea who was out there. I creased my brow, while looking at him. Now I can't help but wonder if Stephan was actually seeing someone behind my back. Naturally, I would have let him get the door, but I was too curious to know who exactly was out there that he didn't want me to find out about. Immediately I headed to the door and gently opened it. Suddenly, the door was pushed open at once, making me stagger backwards. Behold! In front of me stood the triplets, all staring at me with shocked expressions. But that wasn't all. My wolf, which had awoken now, immediately screamed out t

Freya's P.O.V A knock sounded at my door around nine o' clock at night. Hoping that it might be Cameron, I got up to open the door, a skip to my steps as I made my way across the room. It felt like I finally had something to look forward to after so many years of living in fear. But that tiny hope inside my chest vanished as soon as I saw who was on the other side of the door. Trisha, Laura and Cindy. The devil trio were standing outside with a big bouquet of roses and wide grins on their faces. Even before I moved aside to let them in…I knew this wasn't going to end well.

It was a dark symphony, and I was the unexpected conductor. The Triplets moved ahead of me, their forms lean and lethal in the dim light, their every step a testament to their calculated precision. Their bodies hummed with a restrained rage, a barely leashed ferocity that made the very air around them crackle. They didn't speak. They didn't have to. The unspoken pact, the shared fury, resonated between us, a silent language understood in the deep recesses of our souls. We all knew who was waiting. Caelum.

The guilt gnaws at me, relentless and unyielding. A knock sounds at the door, more insistent this time, breaking through the storm of my thoughts. I hesitate, hoping they’ll go away, but the knock comes again, more forceful. “Maerilee,” a voice calls softly through the door. It’s not one of my Three. It’s Permiton.