lovetriangle

"New rule," he growls, rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy. "From now on, you call me Daddy no matter what. You understand me?" I nod as much as his grip around my neck will allow, my pulse hammering against his palm. "Yes, Daddy." I obey. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Valentino, Raffaele, and Angelo, are the princes of Le Vipere Nere—the most feared Mafia family in Italy. I was just a stripper when Valentino first laid eyes on me. To him, I was supposed to be a fleeting distraction meant for nothing more than a night of passion and sin. But we became so much more. At first I was tangled only in his sheets until his brothers wanted a taste of me. Once they decided I was theirs, there was no escaping. Now I’m trapped between three Mafia heirs who don’t know how to share. They claim me. Worship me. And fuck me until I forget my own name. They make me crave the pain as much as the pleasure. They make me theirs—body, mind, and soul. But the truth is I’m living a lie, and when they discover my secret, this game of lust and obsession might end in blood. Welcome to a story of sin, power, and forbidden desire—where love and hate are separated by nothing more than a single heartbeat.

The world has fallen, overrun by the dead. Hailey and Ronan have one goal. Survive. But in a world where danger lurks around every corner, survival isn’t just about dodging zombies. They must travel together through highways choked with the dead and cities crawling with danger. They fight to survive. Every mile is a gamble with scarce supplies, hostile survivors, and the relentless undead. In a world where trust is dead, can they make it to the other side alive?

"It's already 12:30 a.m., thirty minutes past midnight and I still can't locate the fucking grave. Just how deep did these assholes bury her? Were they trying to hide a body or dig to the Earth's core? I know, I know. You're probably wondering what the hell a woman in her late twenties is doing in a cemetery, covered in dirt, and digging up graves like it's a normal Friday night. And no, I'm not a gravedigger............" I had three fucking rules. Just three. And sure, no problem with the undead—until me and my brilliant fucking stupidity decided to break every single one. **Rule one**: Don’t remove the necklace. **Rule two**: Don’t talk to him. **Rule three**: For the love of all things holy—don’t open the fucking cage. Simple, right? Apparently not. I shattered them. One by one. Like an idiot playing with a loaded gun. And now? The most dangerous vampire in existence is free. Two others are hot on my tail. And I have no idea what the fuck I’ve gotten myself into.

Trigger warning: This story contains bullying, emotional and physical abuse, torture, and dark themes. Readers discretion advised. At Marvels Academy, Abigail was untouchable. Admired. Desired. Worshipped. Four powerful Alphas, rulers of different regions circled her like she was their sun, each craving her attention, each promising protection. Life was perfect… until Naomi arrived. The new girl stole everything. Suddenly, the Alphas’ devotion shifted. Their eyes followed Naomi. Their loyalty belonged to her. And Abigail, the girl they once adored became invisible. Mocked. Humiliated. Turned into the academy’s favorite joke. When rumors spread and hatred followed, Naomi watched with a smile… and the Alphas never once questioned her lies. They believed Naomi. They chose her. They even raised their hands against Abigail for her sake. “You’re just jealous.” “You’ll never be her.” “Touch Naomi again, and we’ll destroy you.” Then one night, Naomi was found dead in the academy pool after the party ended an hour later. And Abigail who was alone, holding a glass of wine became the perfect monster. Branded a murderer, Abigail is dragged into a nightmare of punishment and tortured until confession drips from her veins. But when a new species arrives in town, who are sworn enemies to the wolf clan, and dangerously interested in Abigail, the balance of power shifts. The Alphas finally realize what they are about to lose her and obsession replaces guilt. They refuse to let her go. But the newcomers refused to back down. And when powerful beings fight over one broken girl… War becomes inevitable. Will Abigail survive the men who shattered her? Or will she finally rise, stop waiting for them to change, and choose herself—even if that choice becomes the reason they lose everything? …. This story is part of the WSA Contest 2026. Please add it to your library, keep the votes coming, and share your thoughts in the comments as you enjoy the ride!

What do you do when you're at a concert, dancing and trying to forget a colleague you've had a crush on, then suddenly a stranger grabs you from behind, and fucks you till you're too weak to stand? Yeah, that's my situation right now. Crushing on the handsome Alex - who, by the way, doesn’t know I exist - has made me make VERY crazy life decisions, including seeking the help of an arrogant love doctor, and disguising myself as a man just to work with him in his new company. And now, the same stranger from the concert, shows up behind me whenever, and makes me feel things I shouldn’t feel - utterly dangerous and forbidden things until I now crave him. Did I also mention that I hate my new boss? Yeah, Maxwell Wellington is just so annoying, infuriating and insufferable, and it seems the feeling is mutual cause he hates me too.

Emilia Markham never planned to be queen—especially not to a king everyone fears and no woman survives in his palace. When her family is accused of treason, Emilia makes a bold and reckless choice: She marries King Lucas Rutledge, trading her freedom for their lives. She expects a cold tyrant and a loveless throne. What she doesn’t expect is a palace crawling with jealous women, deadly whispers, and a husband who seems far too interested in provoking her. Lucas is distant, infuriating, and impossible to read. Emilia is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and refuses to play the obedient queen. Their marriage quickly becomes a battle of wills, heated arguments, and dangerous attraction neither of them wants to admit. Surrounded by scheming consorts, a manipulative Queen Mother, and a throne rumored to be cursed, Emilia must learn how to survive royal life without losing herself—or her heart. After all, falling in love with the king who married her for convenience might be the most dangerous move of all.

His cock slams into me against the mansion's cold marble wall, hand clamped over my mouth to swallow my screams. Victor fucks me raw—deep, punishing, relentless—while Elena sleeps upstairs. I arch, nails digging into his back, begging through muffled moans. "More," I gasp when he lets me breathe. He growls, thrusts harder, spilling inside me with a possessive snarl. We collapse, sweaty, guilty. Tell ourselves it's the last time. It's never the last. I was never meant to crave my sister's husband. Victor Ravenscroft—ice-cold billionaire, empire forged in ruthless control. To the world, Elena's perfect match: devoted, unbreakable. To me, he's the drug I can't quit. Stolen glances ignited into filthy obsession—desperate sex in every dark corner: bent over counters, his fingers bruising my hips, my moans silenced by his palm while Elena dreams above us. Guilt scorched. But the need devoured me whole. I lost my job daydreaming about him. Risked everything for one more hit of his cock. Lied, manipulated, spiraled—paranoia eating me alive. Notes in shadows. Bells in the night. Poison in my veins. Every day, I break a little more—shameless, willing to burn the world for him. Elena knows. She doesn't rage. She watches. Smiles—that soft, loving sister smile—and savors my destruction. Tiny joys in my unraveling: a hug while I shake, tea while I weaken, texts timed to twist the knife. She's patient. Delighted. As my obsession hollows me out—turning me into someone who could kill, lie, steal a child’s love just for his touch—Elena waits. Quiet. Joyful. For the moment I shatter completely. Because this isn't just betrayal. It's my self-destruction. And she's enjoying every crack. When the obsession finally consumes me… will anything be left?

At eighteen, while most are just starting to dream, I was living two lives. By morning, a BBA student; by afternoon, a diligent clerk in a high-stakes Ahmedabad office. I promised my cold, intimidating manager I could "manage everything," but I didn't count on the office politics, a charming advisor with secrets of his own, and a sudden change in power. After months of being the invisible student, I traded my files for a red saree, finally forcing the man behind the desk to see the woman I had become.

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

"You suck at everything!" "You can't cook. You can't fuck. You can't even take care of your own child!" "You're not just pathetic. You're worthless, wolfless and useless!" ---------- After losing her only child, Nyssa was blamed and rejected by her mate. Nyssa decided to change her story. She wanted to proof to herself that she wasn't useless or worthless. Yes, she might be Wolfless but she promised to become someone the entire werewolf nation would bow to. In her quest to prove herself, she met Lorac Vincenzo whom she presumed was a male escort. Six years later, Nyssa returned but she wasn't the useless and worthless Nyssa anymore. She was now Dr. Sia Jones, the only doctor in the world with the cure to wolfsbane poison and other werewolf sicknesses. She was the most sought after doctor, everyone wanted her help including 'Him'. However, Nyssa wanted nothing to do with men, she just wanted to prove to the world that she was worth more than a thousand she-wolves. ---------------- What happens when her ex mate came knocking on her door, begging and pleading that she save his mother and his child? Will she forgive him and help him or will it be an eye for an eye....A child for a child?

Isabella Cruz was once known as the number one socialite of Averton City—beautiful, elegant, and engaged to her childhood sweetheart, Brandon Hughes of the wealthy Hughes family. She waited ten years for him, guarded her heart for him, and endured every rumor about his affairs… only to be publicly betrayed by him and her sister, Vanessa. Heartbroken and drunk for the first time in her life, Isabella accidentally stumbles into a hotel suite and crashes straight into the arms of Victor Steele, a cold and powerful CEO with no patience for women. She kisses him in a drunken state and unknowingly gets tangled with a man far more dangerous than she realizes. The next morning, she sneaks out, only to be dragged into a storm at home. Her family is collapsing, her engagement is broken, and everyone believes the worst about her. Brandon tries to shame her, and Vanessa plots to steal her place. But Victor Steele doesn’t forget the woman who crashed into his life. As scandals grow and enemies close in, Isabella must protect herself, rebuild her pride, and figure out why Victor Steele suddenly refuses to let her go. Her fall was dramatic... But her comeback will be even more explosive.

Song Yue grew up in Nie Rougang's home, raised and protected by him for eighteen years. She clings to him with her whole heart, but now that she’s grown up, Nie Rougang insists she must move out and return to her grandfather’s house. Song Yue refuses to let go and keeps sneaking back, causing chaos until Nie Rougang finally explodes and drives her out of the villa. Hurt and angry, Song Yue runs away from home with her best friend Lan Xia. With no money and nowhere to stay, the two girls end up taking a part-time job selling adult products in a nightclub. There, Song Yue accidentally provokes Li Meiran—a powerful, dangerous man with a violent temper. Things quickly get out of control, and Li Meiran tries to force himself on her. Just when Song Yue thinks she’s doomed, Nie Rougang storms in with a gun, facing off with Li Meiran in a deadly standoff. Song Yue escapes through a window, but trouble doesn’t end there—the moment she thinks she’s safe, she runs into a furious, ice-cold Nie Rougang, who isn’t done with her yet. A story of obsession, danger, jealousy, and a love that neither side can escape.

A fire destroyed the Hart family mansion—and rewrote three lives forever. That night, Liam Hart was pulled from the flames by a mysterious girl who vanished without a name or a face. Years later, the powerful heir still searches for the one who saved him, unaware that the truth has been buried beneath carefully crafted lies. Mia is the real savior. She rescued Liam at the cost of her own safety and chose silence over recognition, loving him from afar while hiding the truth that could change his world. Ivy wears the scars—and the lie. With half of her face burned and a heartbreaking story, Ivy stands beside Liam as the woman he believes saved his life. But behind her tears lies deception—and behind her stands a father whose ambition knows no limits. As love, lies, and hidden intentions collide, a dark secret smolders beneath the ashes of the past. When the truth about the fire begins to surface, hearts will shatter, power will shift, and the flames will rise again—this time, to burn the liars who started it all. In a world built on deception, who deserves the love that survived the fire?

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

His gaze pinned me against the wall, his breath hot against my skin. “Tell me, Little Dove… you feel something for me, don’t you? No more dodging. I want a clear answer.” “Why? B-but I'm your brother's wife.” I managed, my voice steady despite the thundering in my chest. “Fuck that. I want a straightforward answer, so my stance can be clear,” he murmured, leaning in, lips hovering over mine. “Either to steal you from my brother, or…” “Or get over me?” I whispered. He pulled back sharply, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously. “No. Either to steal you from my brother… or take him out of the picture. I will kill if I have to, just to have you all to myself." I stared at him in shock and disbelief. ********************* “I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against my ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” I murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that, I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” I shivered uncontrollably, my mind exploding with the images he evoked. I let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of my ear into his mouth. God, I could cum with just his words. I was already aching with need. My nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. My clit pulsed and twitched between my legs until I clamped my thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"

Family isn't always where you are born - sometimes, it's where someone refuses to let you feel alone. Nathan Lang was two years old when the world ended. It began again the day he was given a home - loud, chaotic, overwhelming... and full of a love he didn't know how to accept. A sunshine boy who would become his promise. A fire that would never leave his side. A family that chose each other, again and again. Family is not blood. Love is not simple. And forever is something you fight for. Because some stories start with destiny... And some start with a hand reaching out and saying, "Then be someone with me." When Forever Began is an emotional, chaotic, cinematic family saga about love, loyalty, found family, and the secrets that bind them. And This is Volume 01-- Where It All Began.

His mouth tasted like sin. His touch bruised like fire. Every time Chris dragged Bella beneath him, she swore it would be the last time… but the moment his body claimed hers, she shattered. Moans replaced anger. Pleasure drowned her pride. Her soul begged to escape, but her body—God help her—was addicted. Chris wasn’t just a man. He was obsession. Beautiful, complicated, untamable. A lover who gave her the most intoxicating highs, and the cruelest lows. He broke promises with the same lips that kissed her until she cried. He could worship her body one night and destroy her heart the next morning. Everyone warned her. Her mother’s last words burned like a curse: “Leave him before he ruins you.” But how do you leave the man who owns not just your skin, but your breath, your blood, your heartbeat? Chris was both salvation and destruction. He loved her, but he lied. He needed her, but he broke her. He was the reason she laughed, and the reason she wept into her pillow at 3 a.m. He wasn’t easy to love—he was impossible. Yet he was the only one she couldn’t stop loving. But loving Adrian wasn’t safe. It was forbidden. Because Adrian wasn’t just another man—he was the one person Chris would never allow her to have. And Chris was not the kind of man to forgive betrayal. Now Bella is trapped in a web of desire and destruction. Chris chains her to him with toxic passion, a love that tastes like sin and addiction. Adrian tempts her with a dangerous kind of freedom, one she both craves and fears. And waiting beyond them is Alvin—a man who hasn’t yet stepped fully into her story, but whose shadow already promises another temptation, another fire that could consume her whole. Every kiss is war. Every touch is betrayal. Every choice threatens to shatter what little remains of Bella’s sanity. Her nights are filled with sweat-slicked sheets and bruised lips, with whispered confessions and violent moans that blur the line between pleasure and pain. Her days are haunted by secrets, lies, and the ever-growing question: Who is the real enemy? Chris, Adrian, her mother… or Bella herself? This is not a love story. It is obsession, lust, betrayal, and flesh. It is the kind of romance that scorches and scars, that tempts and destroys, that will make you ache, gasp, and beg for more. Bella must choose:
The complicated man who ruins her.
The dangerous man who wants to save her.
Or the forbidden flames that still wait in the shadows. But every choice has a cost. And the deeper she falls, the more one truth becomes clear—
Surviving Chris was never the real battle.
The real danger is yet to come.

Genre: Romance, Emotional, Soulmate, Clean Love My Soul Knows You is a story about a love that begins not with desire, but with recognition. Noah, a young writer tired of noise and broken emotions, travels to a quiet village searching for peace. There, he meets Elena—a calm, thoughtful girl who believes that true love must grow slowly, with patience and respect. Their connection is instant, but not loud. No passion, no rush—only a deep sense of familiarity, as if their souls already knew each other. As they spend time together, sharing words, silence, and small moments, their bond deepens into something pure and steady. But life soon tests them. Distance, responsibilities, and personal dreams pull them in different directions, forcing them to choose between love and life. Separated by time and circumstances, they grow individually—yet never truly apart. When they meet again, they realize the truth: Some love is not created by the heart. It is remembered by the soul. My Soul Knows You is a gentle, emotional journey of patience, faith, and a love that waits until the right moment.

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

“Gözlərin—your eyes left wounds that could undo me…” Existence becomes a crisis. When my own identity deceives me, when someone else’s presence steals the breath meant to be mine— that is when it becomes me… and him. Each nerve of my body move only by some inner command, humanity itself feels...as though it fades into nothing. My Everything becomes his. And I… dissolve. “Your touch crossed beyond my flesh—even drawing the marrow from my bones.” But.. The moment someone else enters his life… My selfhood, my belonging — all of it feels like a lie. "Sevgilim… you killed your deer—it trusted you enough to die in your hands." NoT A LoVe StoRY...