Novel & Cerita Triplets

My body tensed immediately, and I couldn't contain myself. “I'm not here to fight, Tracy,” I said with a firmness that surprised them. "I'm here to study. Not to be the center of attention. And if you think they belong to you, you're very wrong. The triplets aren't objects; they're people. They have souls and a mate who will choose them for who they are. And you, Tracy, have none of that. All you have is a superficial mask that makes you look like an empty shell."

Emilie snaps out from her reverie when she heard Emilia's voice, one of the triplets in the Albreicht family. "And we can see the way you look at Jayden. If looks can only kill, he would be dead by now." added her twin sister, Emma, while giving her a teasing look. Emilie, Emilia and Emma are Trizygotic or fraternal triplets. Emilie turns around to face her sisters. "I mean what's so special about him? Why are the girls getting all crazy about him?" she started whining. "Can't you see it for yourself? I mean look at him! He's handsome, he also got brains, he'z a good guy, and he's really cool!" Emilia pointed out, while rolling

"Actually, in a way, you have three." Wren's eyes went wide with immediate, delighted surprise. "Three." "It's complicated," I admitted, choosing my words with the particular care this conversation deserved. "They're brothers. Triplets, which means they look almost exactly alike. And a long time ago, before you were born, something happened that meant they weren't able to be part of our lives." "What happened."

I grab the wall to steady myself, trying to make sense of it all. “What? What did you just say?” The words barely come out. “They are our mates,” Tala repeats, without humor. She studies me as I slowly shake my head in refusal. “No. No. No. This... this is wrong,” I say. “There’s no way I could be—” “Mated to all three of them,” Tala cuts me off. “Apparently, the universe doesn’t believe in doing things halfway.” My chest tightens painfully as realization sinks in.

And sooner or later, everything was going to explode. Ronan wasn't insane after all. I had just felt the exact bond we had always been taught about growing up. The bond tied to meeting your fated mate. But why her? And why all three of us? Could it be because we were triplets? My wolf growled jealously at the thought of Mira ending up with either of my brothers. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ •••MIRA'S POV•••

Their third born. #THE END#

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.

Asher was the first to notice Diana plump and red lips and he found himself swallowing his saliva and wanting to have a taste of those strawberry lips. Diana didn't utter a word but could only stare at the Triplets who looked almost alike, but she couldn't easily notice their difference. Asher and Zane both had piercing in their ears, and judging by their looks, she knew they were not sone weak guys. They were tall and had deep brown eyes unlike Killian who had golden eyes. Judging by their height, they were both about 6.2ft tall with dark hair. The one with a smile on his face which was Asher looked cuter to Diana, but she immediately discarded any thought be

The twins also looked exactly like the triplets when they were younger. "Roscoe, Dos and Tres look so much of you, Kraius. Quatro and Cinco got the shape of my face but still looks like you. Do you have a magic spell that cast on me? You know, it's a bit not fair," the woman said, hiding his nervousness.

"The trauma you sustained also affected one of the triplets you were carrying. Unfortunately, despite our best efforts, we were unable to save that baby, and surgery was necessary to remove the fetus…" My breath hitched. Triplets. I had been carrying triplets, a miracle I never dared to dream of, and now one was gone. A sob tore from my throat, a sound filled with such raw pain that it seemed to pulse through the sterile walls. It soon morphed into a series of wracking cries that made my body convulse as I gasped for air.