Trouble Three Novels & Stories

“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.

THIRD PERSON The triplets, their friends and the Pack warriors have been driving around the Packs in search of Camilla but each moment they get a whiff of her scent, it immediately disappears or gets mixed up with those of rogues or some strange perfume. It's almost four in the afternoon and their search is yet to bear any fruits and to be sincere, everyone in the troupe is tired and pissed off. No one is talking to the other. It's at this time as they find themselves back at the stream when they decide to split and follow different paths.

I would have come home to pack my clothes even if I was going away for a trip, but I never once came home during this period. All of my things were at home, but I was gone. The neighbor left. Lori quickly took out her phone to call my best friend. "Hello, have you seen Chad recently?" My friend sounded puzzled on the other end of the call. "I was about to ask you the same question. It's been more than three months since I last saw him. Where did he go?" Lori was unable to answer my friend. Her fingers clenched the phone tightly, betraying her anxiousness.

Three slow knocks. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. The room froze. Not again. God. Not again. Fair. The storm was bad enough. Reasonable honestly. Then another knock. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Then a voice. Faint. Almost impossible to hear above the storm. But everyone heard it. Every single person. Because they recognized it. Especially Thomas. The voice spoke only three words. Three impossible words. Three terrifying words.

He gives a one word answers. Trouble. You asshole. "And now?" I purse my lips into a pout. "Trouble." For real? I can't believe I spent three months. Three good months waiting for this person and he calls me trouble. Damn it. I stomp feet matching back into the suit but he grabs on my wrist pulling me back to him.

he added, which made me even more confused. "S-Sir, we didn’t mean for what happened last night to happen. We didn’t start the trouble. I-I wish that if only-" "If it wasn’t for what, Miss De Leon?" Sir Zach cut off Trixie, who was now crying. I was even more confused. What exactly happened after I left the bar last night? And what trouble is Trixie talking about? "I’m really disappointed in both of you. All of you contributed to the development of my company, but I want you all to reflect on the trouble you've caused," he said, making me even more anxious.

“You? A million? What did you do, get into some fancy accident?” Her voice stung more than I wanted to admit. I rubbed my forehead, feeling a headache building. “I can’t help you right now,” I said, trying not to sound too weak. “I’m sorry.” “Well, what good are you, then?” she snapped. “You’re always causing trouble. First, you embarrass the family, now you’re useless too? If you don't send the money, I'll come to your school” I sighed. Same old technique. “I'll send it to you soon” I said to be on a safer side.

Estelle smiled, her tone light. "Soon, very soon. It wasn't easy waiting for Vincent to be out of the way. Now, the four of us can finally take a trip and relax together. Let's forget all the unpleasant stuff. "He's been detained. Even if it's quick, it'll still take at least three days before he gets out. We should make the most of it and enjoy ourselves. I even bought a camera for a few grand so we can take some nice family photos." The man across from them leaned in and kissed Belle on the cheek, smiling warmly. "Miss me, sweetheart?"

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"

“Nate was pissing me off. Needed to get out of the territory for a bit. You know how he gets. Also had an issue with that stupid group of rogues today. I swear, I should just report them for putting shit on my territory.” He chuckled. “You got proof it was them?” I shook my head. “No, but I knew it was. Fucking petty as shit. A quarter of the pack is out there right now climbing trees trying to make it even bearable to be down there. I’ve got enough on my plate right now.” “Yeah well, I got an unofficial report that someone let loose bugs in their place. Apparently, they had camera’s showing three people. I wonder who those three could be.” His eyes caught mine.