Trouble Three Novels & Stories

“Thanks, Higgins. Higgins, let me ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Are you a triplet?” His brow furrowed. “Yes, Barry, as a matter of fact I am.” “Did you know that Dianna is also a triplet?” Wrecked as his face was, it could not conceal the shadow that surfaced. “No, Barry. I did not know that.” His throat tightened, voice falling significantly in volume as he supplemented, “But I know Maya is . . . ” “What is this?” Ritter said. He held the needle aloft, a grotesque accent to the revelations happening.

“What kind of room?” Jace closed his eyes for a heartbeat before answering. “A room the house doesn’t like people going into.” A shiver slid up Ava’s spine. He went on, voice low and shaking around the edges: “It’s not part of the official floor plans. There’s no electrical wiring. No heating. No windows. My family calls it Room Thirty-Three.” He paused, eyes darkening. “And no one has opened it in almost a decade.” Ava felt her pulse pound in her throat.

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

"Then what is the truth?" His voice was gentle, curious, patient-the voice that had stayed with me through more fights than I could count, the voice that had learned how to wait for me to untangle my mess. I took a slow sip of coffee. The warmth spread through my chest, grounding me. "The truth,” I said, "is that the threesome almost ended us. It didn't save us. Not by itself. It blew a hole in the boat we were clinging to. It was nitro in an already sputtering engine. Pistons, sparks, smoke everywhere. We were stranded, staring at the wreckage and asking how we got here." Leo nodded. "So... did it help at all?"

Just a few things that drive me crazy about you, Reena. He swallowed. “Yeah, OK.” “So, my friend told me about the Big Three. We each get three free passes for annoying stuff that we do. The other person announces that it drives them batty, and then can’t say one more word about those three things, no matter what.” “I don’t get it.”

But like everyone else, no one had answers, at least not yet. Again, the system groaned. [Door Three: Postponed. Door Three: Postponed. DoorThree: Postponed. Reason: Arrival of souls.]

“ Good job Red, continue scoring through the rounds and that 1 million dollars is yours. “ Chad told her. “ Now return to your dorm and get some rest, eat some food and prepare for the next round. “ Thane rubbed his palms, “ And I assure you, round 3 is nothing like you expect. “ ************** The Macmiller Triplets once again gathered for their annual game planning. The recent issue with Stacy Green had sparked anxiety between them since it came unexpected. “ So we were busy tampering with a pregnant woman? “ Klein asked. “ Wouldn't be the first time. “ Thane replied. “ Regardless that the girls wouldn't believe that we impregnated her, it is still bad news for us. “ Chad added. “ And that

The feeling would be insane, no doubt. A loud burst of laughter interrupted my thoughts, making me frown. “You are not naive, quit acting like one,” Rue fired before filling my head with erotic images of the triplets. “You have three holes to accommodate the triplets. Use them wisely, and they will worship you.” Three holes? Where? My brows arched in confusion as I began to rack my brain in search of the third hole. Before Rue could save me from the stress, a loud noise filled the air, causing the ground to vibrate.

Eric sighed after trying again for the ninth time. He simply just wanted to tell her his exciting news. It wasn't even exciting anymore since he could not share any news with her. It wouldn't feel the same with anyone else. Knowing Laura blocked him and so did Sam... there was only one person he could reach out to... Tristan. Tristan was not picking up either. Was this the wrong timing? Eric was pretty sure that it was still early in the US. Early enough to make a phone call. Fabiola was getting annoyed with her uncle not moving. She wanted to go home and show her parents all the toys and sweets, Uncle Eric had bought.