Trouble Three Novels & Stories

"Lesley works himself to the bone for this company. How dare you exploit him like that? You have a project bringing in nearly a million in profit. Hand it over to Lesley as compensation." Like she had every right to make that call. I couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh. Give me a break. That project? I had personally used my network to bring in an investor—someone who put in over a hundred million. And now, because of Lesley's so-called "three do-not-disturbs," he missed the investor's call. The investor was furious and pulled out. Without the funding, the project stalled, and every day of delay meant growing losses.

Turning around, I see three curious little faces and the equally curious furry muzzle of the Australian Shepherd. “So then, you little bandits, what are we going to do with Uncle Nazar?”

Finally, I cursed under my breath, called myself a coward, and fired off a text. Christian: We survived both events. Are we still sticking to the deal? I stared at the screen, watching those three dots appear—those infernal bouncing dots that might as well be a countdown to a bomb. They blinked. Disappeared. Then blinked again. What’s going through that mind of yours, Lena Venedetta?

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

My stomach flips, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’ve lost my footing. Beside me, Ghost finally speaks. “What the fuck do we do with three?” He drags a hand down his face, groaning. “Trade one for a bike? Hand one off to a brother like it’s a spare part? Sit one on the bar and call it a mascot?” Despite the panic buzzing under my skin, I snort. Only Ghost could react to triplets like they’re stray puppies someone dumped on the clubhouse steps. But my fingers curl tighter around the sheet beneath me, and I can’t take my eyes off the flickering lights on the screen. Three heartbeats. Three lives. Three.

Something was wrong. His expression was tensed and Worried Worried. I straightened instantly. "What happened?" I demanded. My Beta swallowed....So he came forward. "We have another problem, Alpha." The room suddenly drew in the chill winter air. I clenched my fists."What problem?" His jaw tightened. "Three more children disappeared." For a second I thought I heard him wrong. "What?"My voice came out deadly quiet. The Beta dropped his head. "Three children, Alpha."

Could something else happen that would turn his friends against him? “The third tribulation is the Solemnity Tribulation!” Silver didn’t give James time to consider it. In a low voice, he said, “What you will face soon is the Solemnity Tribulation!” James frowned. “Can you explain it clearly?” “You shouldn’t have come!” Silver said slowly, “You shouldn’t have come now. If you could keep your composure and take slow steps, you would only need to face the Quiver Tribulation. But because you were in a hurry to succeed, you fell into the Kronosia Realm. The three great tribulations are inevitable and irreversible.”

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

He grinned, not hiding his thoughts. “No. I apologize. It’s not that I don’t think you’re good at matching people with their right mate, but we’re in need of a third to join our Triad. Not only that, but if the female we mate doesn’t take to shifting, we could have serious problems with the pack. Things are a lot more complicated than finding a pretty face to sleep with.” Gerri raised her brows high. “She must be pretty?” Ah, fuck. What the hell had he gotten into?

she greeted Lora. “Hey! What a nice Saturday morning to hear from you,” Lora said on the other line. “Ah. I decided to just scrap the idea of the new ending of the third book,” Cela said straightforwardly. “But why? What happened?” Lora asked in disbelief. “Nothing. I mean, it’s been due and I’ve not come up with anything better than the original ending,” Cela explained. “Is that final?” Lora asked. “Yes, it is. Sorry, Lora. And please tell the other producers and whoever is involved in the production that I am sorry for wasting their time waiting for nothing. I’ll apologize to them personally when we do the viewing,” Cela said.