Where Are The Sturniolos Triplets From Novels & Stories

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 her.

I couldn’t even work out how it had even happened. “I would like nothing more.” I looked down at the triplets all sleeping away. It was quite rare for them to all be asleep at the same time, and I was thankful for a moment of peace. I couldn’t help but notice they seemed to be growing by the minute. It wouldn’t take long for the boys not to fit in their cribs any longer, and they still needed names. We needed to get back to the camp as soon as possible. Especially with Mikkel coming around. It wouldn’t take long for him to realise they were growing too quickly. “We need to leave as soon as possible. The triplets need to be in the safety of the camp.” “I know. I’m ready when you are,” Brodie

She smiled and pulled down her sunglasses, so he could see that she meant it with every fiber of her being. “Mummy!” The triplets shouted at the same time as they ran to meet her. Mr. Brown gushed at how cute the triplets were. They were two girls and a boy, and it was hard to tell their differences since they were wearing identical outfits. “Oh my goodness! What are your names?” He laughed as they grabbed his hand in excitement. “My name is Jenna,” The girl declared proudly, and this is “Elena and Jaden.” “Awn, you're cute.” He complimented as they giggled and ran around him.

I said to myself as I ran my hands through my hair and watched the news. " You look hot though," Jenna said. " Earlier this week, this video of three adorable triplets - two boys and a girl, who sang an early Easter song at St Mary's orphanage in Philadelphia gained so much attention and this led to one netizen commenting that they looked like British billionaire twin CEOs Klyde and Kade Harold..." The reporter was saying, and my heart sank, it was them... My children! They weren't supposed to be in the public eye, ever! We had a deal for goodness’ sake!

Kaelen’s voice was flat. “Very wonderful.” I raised my hands. “Are you two serious right now?” Aurielle frowned at all of us and then pointed at our faces. “You’re triplets.” Drystan rolled his eyes. “What gave it away? The identical faces?” Despite everything, a laugh almost escaped me.. a very small, very doomed laugh. She looked between us again and then at me with a strange mixture of shock and irritation. “When are you taking me back to my father?” Kaelen’s expression turned cold.

“Hey. Pretending to be deaf, are you?” Mud covered Sylvia—it stuck to her hair and her clothes. Breathing hurt. Every movement hurt. But she still met Uno’s gaze and casually grinned. “Fuck off, orphan bastards.” Her biggest bully froze for a moment. Orphans were a dime a dozen in the slums. Everyone had their own story. But the triplets’ story was well-known in these parts. They were born by a foreign woman believed to be a slave and abandoned the moment they came into the world.

She glanced around before pulling me back a little. “We don’t go down there,” she said, her voice low. I frowned. “Why not?” She hesitated, looking nervous for the first time since I’d met her. “That’s…the triplets’ hallway.” I blinked. “The triplets? You mean Ronan and his brothers?” Lisa nodded. “Yeah. Alaric, Theron, and Ronan. No one’s allowed to go down there. It’s their territory.” I stared at her, confused. “Their territory? What are they, some kind of mafia?”

Hailey’s POV The next few days flew past, literally. Fortunately, the triplets were nowhere to be seen and even though their absence made me feel a bit peaceful, I still couldn’t help but wonder what they were up to. Most of all, I was worried as to what they may have in store for me the next time we met and trust me, none of the things I could imagine were good. Today, for the first time in a long time, I went downstairs, because I was bored, to the hallway and again, I was hit with the initial shock I felt when I saw that portrait for the first time. The portrait of a younger version of me.

Her eyes were the specific gray of someone who had stopped being surprised by anything a long time ago. She looked at Gavin first. A single long assessment. Then Zane. Then Lucian. Then she looked at me. Her gaze dropped to my stomach briefly. Back to my face. "The heirs are real," she said. Not a question. "Triplets," I said. Something shifted in her expression that might have been approval on a different face. She accepted it with a single nod and turned to the room. "How long have you been alive," Zane said.

Vikramaditya leaned back into the leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that he was already in motion, chasing shadows across continents. Mary’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain—You are a father… of triplets. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, but disbelief clung to him like a second skin. Fatherhood had never been part of his carefully charted destiny, and yet here it was, demanding answers he could not ignore. Dharna held those answers, and finding her was more urgent than the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.