Triple Kill Novels & Stories

Victoria died with hatred in her heart—slaughtered by the very family she once trusted, her inheritance stolen, her daughter condemned to a cruel fate, and her name dragged through the dirt. In her final moments, she made a vow… If she ever had another chance, she would destroy them all. When she opens her eyes again, Victoria finds herself ten years in the past—back to the moment where everything first went wrong. Back to the house that broke her. Back to the people who ruined her life. But this time, she isn’t the naïve, obedient girl they once controlled.

My father-in-law, Luther Smith, got into a car accident and was sent to the emergency room. I called my wife, Meg Smith, who was a lawyer, more than twenty times before she picked up. “What are you doing now? Hugh ran into trouble, and I’m helping him. Please don’t be a nuisance.” I suppressed my feelings and said, "Dad got into a car accident, and he needs a hundred thousand dollars for surgery." However, she believed Hugh’s words instead. She said viciously, “It’s your father who got into the accident. What does it have to do with me? Don’t covet my money for your family. Stop harassing me. I’m busy.” She then quickly ended the call. They did not manage to save Luther, and he died. Three days later, in court, I saw Meg defending Hugh as his defense lawyer for his drunk driving case. She was extremely good at her job, so she managed to win the court case for Hugh due to insufficient evidence. Hugh was acquitted. I was extremely disappointed. After the court session, I asked for a divorce. She started to panic. “My dad is so kind to you. He’ll be very upset if you divorce me!” I sneered and threw the hospital receipt and death certificate at her face. What an idiot. She did not know that she no longer had a father.

On my wedding day, my fiancé's first love walked in holding a little boy and named the groom as the child's father. My mother saw it, and her heart gave out. She died right there on the floor. The wedding collapsed and I went down with it, fainting in front of everyone. When I came to, my oldest friend, Lucian Graves, was sitting beside me. He held me tightly in his arms. He took care of all my mother’s funeral arrangements for me. When the reporters swarmed, he put himself between me and the cameras. He cleared my name over the wedding, and then he got down on one knee in front of everyone and asked me to marry him, swearing he would take care of me for the rest of my life. After marriage, we became the happiest couple in our circle. Then, on our first anniversary, I opened the chat history on his phone. "Don, thank God you set up that wedding disruption. My son and I are happy now." "You did get her mother killed, though. Don't blame yourself. She's the one who insisted on marrying a man who was never hers." The replies were from Lucian. "Nothing to blame myself for. It was just an accident." "As long as you're happy, there's nothing I won't do." The ground dropped out from under me, and the phone hit the floor.

We were supposed to be together. Yes, Raymond and I. Perfect for each other. Every one saw it. My parents did. His parents did too. We got married and mated only for him to meet his 'true' mate. I could not the explain the feeling of pain and betrayal that went through me as I watched my mate kiss another woman. He turned to me. "Shantelle, I'm sorry. I can't stop myself. My wolf... He is calling out to her." He begged. My eyes dimmed on the younger lady and I caught a slip of smirk on her lips. Funnily, she looked oddly familiar. Where did I know her from? "Maybe if you can be my Luna and she -" "I, Shantelle, will never be anyone's second choice." I spat out even before he could finish. I turned around and left in anger. Only if I had known that I was already pregnant with his kids and that I would be returning back to this place where it all started.

Trapped by her stepsister, Arianna Chloros was forced to serve a stranger with her eyes blindfolded and her hands tied. She gave birth to three babies, one of whom was said to not have survived. Seven years later, she appeared as a screenwriter for a film adaptation of her novel, under the pen name Voleta. "Voleta, are you truly Arianna, the pitiful woman on that one night?" "Yes, Mr. Arsen. You remember it! Because of your actions, there were three children born."

After a venomous snake bites me, my husband, Daniel Dawson, injects the only antivenom into my adopted sister, Grace Winton. Before I black out, I see my parents, Daniel, and my son, Ethan Dawson, all gathered around Grace, while I lie alone on the grass, completely ignored. When I come to, my colleague shakes his head and tells me the toxin has already spread. Within 48 hours, my body will begin to rot from the inside, and I'll die in unbearable pain. I give up the conservative plan and swallow a potent painkiller instead. Over the next two days, I transfer the hospital my grandfather gave me and every asset in my name to Grace. I divorce Daniel and place both his and Ethan's hands into Grace's. When I put Grace's name on the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis treatment protocol I've spent five years developing, they finally smile, hold my hand, and tell me we're finally a real family. I stay silent and only smile at them. I wonder what their faces will look like two days later when they see my body.

"Tell me your observations, Alpha Azriel," I asked, not daring to look into those eyes—I might drown in them, especially since my mind couldn't think of anything other than his length. I'm curious how it would feel to be taken by them all. Gosh, I've completely lost it—this is not me. He exhaled lazily. "She is the one getting pleasure, not us." My gaze shifted toward the others, and they nodded in agreement. It made sense; she had been the only one reacting. Then it hit me. Axel had reacted. I turned to him. “Axel, you’re already improving. That means you won't be participating in the treatment anymore," I said with a small smile. His brows tightened in irritation. “I’m not healed, Doctor… I still have difficulty getting my release.” I rolled my eyes. "Cut the crap, Axel. You reacted during the session—that’s a clear sign of improvement." He let out a soft chuckle “The reason I reacted…” his gaze locked on mine, “…was because I was imagining you in her place.” **** Alessia, a Luna and skilled doctor, is trapped in a humiliating marriage to her Alpha mate. Her life takes a turn when she’s assigned to treat a VIP patients with a sensitive condition—only to discover her patients are the ruthless triplet Alphas from a rival pack. Their vulgar behavior pushes her to her limits. When she tries to quit, they refuse, claiming she knows too much. Instead, they offer a deal: be their exclusive doctor for one month, and they’ll disappear from her life forever. Desperate, she agrees—unaware that she has just signed a deal that would destroy everything she knew as a virtuous wife. What dark secrets are the triplets truly hiding? what will become of Alessia when she uncovers them?

"Kneel boys." I ordered watching the triplets with a condescending gaze. They all glanced at each other and when I thought they would hightail it out of here, they fell to their knees with a collective thud. I leaned back on the chair, crossing my legs in a domineering way as my lips curved into a victorious smirk. "That's right Alphas. Stay right below me, right where you belong." Shannon Hirthe, a lowly omega raised by a single mother has always been the scorn of society wherever she goes. Her miserable life is suddenly turned even worse when her mother announces her marriage and mating to the alpha of the dark moon pack. The marriage isn't your ordinary one as it includes triplet heirs who just happen to be her mate and stepbrothers. They hate her for trying to invade their peaceful life so they make her life a living hell. It cannot get worse? It does. She soon finds out that they have murdered her mother and that too in cold blood. She escapes and then returns stronger, better and with a thirst for revenge. She wants to make them beg. Her plan is going smoothly as she has them at her mercy. Or so she thought. What happens when she begins to find herself enraptured by their fiery gazes? What happens when she begins to crave being sandwiched between them? What if a complication appears in form of a little child? What if the past is not as it seems? Everything is quickly spiraling out of control. Will Shannon be able to take control again?

Kraius Montreal is a certified womanizer. He fucks and run. He love virgin girls and innocent. He enjoys life and the perks of it. Until, an arranged marriage came.. Everything is f**k up! Writers Note: Mature Content. Read at your own risk. @sheinAlthea

Eighteen Year old Alana Brooks , an orphan girl was rejected and banished by her mate for a crime she did not commit. Broken by the pain of rejection and now living at a new pack, Alana hopes to live the life she couldn't get at her old pack but when an attack threatens the lives of those she loves the most, she is forced to go back to the one man she swore never to go back to. Two years ago, Kai Everest, Alpha of Crimson moon pack had rejected and banished his mate, Alana Brooks for a crime she was never proven to be guilty of, a decision he regret every awaking day of his life. His heart break each time he remember he would never see her again but would it be mended when she appears from nowhere seeking for his help to rescue the children he didn't know about. Will Kai leave everything and go with her so he could finally have a shot at reconciliation or shut his heart out to her plea once again. *Except* "I, Kai Everest, Alpha of crimson moon pack hereby reject you, Alana Brooks as my mate and future Luna" He said, his voice cold and dispassionate. "From this moment henceforth, you're nothing to me and that means you can never show your face to me ever again. Is that clear?" With trembling lips, I nodded but he growl out a warning, demanding a more audible response. "Y...yes" I croaked out, my voice barely above a whisper as I stood clutching my chest, the pain of his rejection completely unbearable and coursing through me.