Triplets Novels & Stories

Caleb leaned over the back of the divan, his long fingers expertly finding my swollen knot, his thumb striking it with a torturous, rhythmic precision that synced perfectly with every single one of Asher’s deep, brutal strokes. "You're ours," Caleb whispered perversely against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers rushing down my spine. "Every drop of your pleasure belongs to this house." I locked my fingers into the leather cushions, my body vibrating with an intense, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The darkness behind my eyelids flared with white-hot sparks as the combined assault of the three triplets pushed me straight toward the edge. My

Believing that the children were Nelly's siblings, the airport worker smiled and said, “Ms. Jackson, your children are very cute.” Nelly looked towards her children. She found out she was having twins during her check-up, but then found out it was triplets later on. But she loved and appreciated her triplets, she always wanted a close and loving family. “Just wait here for a moment. I’ll bring them out.” Nelly said, not feeling the need to explain more. “Okay! Take your time.” the airport worker said with a smile. “Nelly, it's fine. Grandpa is waiting just outside. We can find our way Tony said.

Yet, my tongue, again, would not obey me. “Dianna, Maya, do either of you have any instances of multiple births in your family?” Dianna had been lifting her cup to her mouth as I spoke. Her hand stopped in mid-motion, and her eyes slowly turned from the cup’s foamy contents to regard me, expression so distressed, the creases might have been born then and there. “Yes,” said Maya, with the hint of wonder in her voice. “Yes . . . we are both triplets. It’s what originally brought us together.”

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

It was a sentiment they hadn't felt in years. The triplets experienced an unparalleled connection, surpassing anything they had ever known. A bond formed among them as they beheld Dirk's face, radiant in the night like the moon itself. Dirk's well-being was vital to their own. His life held profound significance. He was their mate, and nothing could alter that. Dirk would forever remain of utmost importance to them, even beyond death. Everything else could go to hell. They were a united front, a force to be reckoned with. No one and nothing would harm Dirk or tear him away from them again. In unison, the triplets took a deep bre

I blurt out. “Oh my!” Valentina exclaims. “What the hell!” Gianna squeals. “How about I come over to spend the weekends??” I laugh. “You wanna seduce them, huh?” I tease. “Yes yes!” She laughs. Valentina narrows her eyes at me, leaning closer to the screen. “Wait, wait, back up. Triplets? And they're hot?” “Identical triplets,” I repeat with a dramatic sigh, flopping back on my bed. “Like sinfully attractive. You wouldn't want to believe it unless you saw them.”

“Maybe not. But you were a part of this mess. And as a member of this pack, you answer to me.” He exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re all on probation for thirty days. That means you’ll all be closely monitored. No going out without supervision, no fights, and no drama. One mistake and you’re done. Do I make myself clear?” No one spoke, but we all nodded. “Get out.” The triplets walked me back to my room silently, and for a moment, I thought they might finally say something, anything even. But they just left.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom, and people from far and wide came to witness this remarkable event. The triplets, two boys and a girl, were a sight to behold. They had inherited their parents' striking features—fair hair, piercing blue eyes, and a regal air about them. The eldest of the triplets, Prince Logan, was named after his grandfather, a symbol of the lineage he carried. The second-born, Prince Henry, possessed a mischievous twinkle in his eye, promising a spirited and adventurous nature. And the youngest, Princess Amelia, was as delicate as a flower, her presence captivating all who laid eyes upon h

So, I averted my gaze. That's when I spot them—the triplets. They're standing off to one side of the room, and the instant my eyes meet theirs, I feel like I've been trapped. They're identical, with an uncanny resemblance to both their parents. From their mother, they've inherited their soulful eyes—a kind of emerald green that you could lose yourself in. They have their father's squared jaw, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of brows that are often described as 'brooding.' The first triplet seems to have a natural stoicism, the second a glint of curiosity, and the third a palpable intensity. Their eyes lock onto mine, and even though they are teenagers, probably

Their children, Aiden, Liam, and Elara, were now four years old, each one bursting with unique personality traits that made every day an adventure. Aiden was the eldest of the triplets by just a few minutes, but he wore his "big brother" title with pride. With his tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, he was the picture of determination and protectiveness. Aiden had an innate sense of responsibility that often led him to look after his siblings and cousins, ensuring they stayed out of too much trouble.