lovetriangle

I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? You spent years making my life a living hell, and now you look at me like I’m the very air you breathe.” Lennox’s face fell. “Olivia, it wasn’t supposed to be like this—” I cut him off, my eyes blazing with anger. “Oh, but it was. You wanted me broken. You wanted me to suffer. And I did.” I paused, my voice trembling. “But not anymore.” Louis, who had been silent, spoke softly. “Olivia, we—” I shook my head and took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. Whatever you think you feel, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You had a choice. And every single time, you chose her. Over and over again, you chose Anita.” Levi shook his head. “We were wrong.” I met their gazes. “Yes, you were. And now, you’ll have to live with it.” With that, I turned away, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes. •••••••• Olivia Parker was once the cherished daughter of a respected Gamma—until betrayal shattered her world. Branded the daughter of a traitor, she was stripped of her title, her dignity, and the life she had known, forced to serve as an Omega among those who once respected her. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. On the night of the mating ceremony, Olivia discovered the cruelest twist of all—she wasn’t fated to just one mate, but three. And not just any three. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Louis, and Alpha Levi—the ruthless triplet Alphas who had spent years tormenting her. Bound to a marriage they never wanted, the triplets made her life a waking nightmare. They paraded their lover, Anita, before her, ensuring she never forgot her place, never forgot that they would never want her. But fate has a way of playing its own game. As secrets unravel and buried truths come to light, the triplets begin to see Olivia for who she truly is—not just a Luna in title, but the woman they never realized they needed. Only now, she’s done waiting.

After all the teenage betrayals by her lovers ,friends and family, Naya learns that for her vengeance plan to be effective she has to make an offer that no one would turn down . Everything goes according to plan but now she's In police custody explaining why she did what she did......... unfaithfulness , two timing, infidelity, cheating.......

"Sevgilim… you killed your deer—it trusted you enough to die in your hands." Charlion is not an ordinary boy. There is something wrong in the way he exists—something hollow, something impossible, like life keeps pulling him back for reasons no one understands. Geone becomes his only warmth. His only bond. A childhood promise that turns into something unbreakable… and magnetic. But when Hira, Geone’s forever enemy, enters their lives, everything begins to shift. Hatred turns sharp. Chemistry turns inevitable. And Charlie’s quiet devotion begins to fracture into something dissolving. Because Charlie doesn’t know how to let go. And some kinds of love are not love at all… They are hunger. In a world where closeness can ruin you, the bond between them will be tested by obsession, rivalry, and the terrifying truth of what Charlie really is. "Your touch crossed beyond my flesh, leaving wounds that could undo me…" NoT A LoVe StoRY...

(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.

"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.

Estania Laville and Gale Cartania are fated mates that could never be and their plight begins with one; Estania Laville’s engagement and two; the curse that separates them. Waking up in a new body, Estania Laville now known as Marina Chase is reborn as the third princess of Alvonia but when she notices traces of people from her past life, Estania Laville has just one question; “Is Gale Cartania reborn as well?”

“No… do you really know that music can express what words cannot? That behind every note, every chord, every silence, there are emotions even the most honest conversations cannot reach? My name is Lucy. I am a guitarist and singer, and music is my truest language. With Mathieu and Lisa, my best friend and former companion, we form a trio capable of everything: from electric rock to pop rhythms, from acoustic ballads to afro-electro sounds. Every piece we play reflects our joys, our sorrows, our secrets, and our dreams. But music doesn’t just reveal our emotions: it also uncovers what we fear to say aloud. Between laughter and tears, between awkwardness and complicity, every rehearsal, every concert, and every contest becomes a confession, a challenge, and a moment of truth. Throughout our journey, you will discover our wounds, our friendships, our fragile dreams, and our secret loves. You will hear what we never dared to speak, but what we sing through every chord, every note, every lyric.

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?

Alex Nightshade was born to command Alpha of one of the most feared and powerful werewolf packs, heir to a kingdom of strength, dominance, and legacy, and has always commanded power, respect, and unwavering loyalty. But his world unravels when the Moon Goddess reveals his fated mate Adriel at the mating ceremony. She’s everything he never expected and never wanted. Adriel is an orphaned omega, quiet and unassuming, the lowest in pack society. And yet, the mating bond is undeniable. In front of the entire pack, Alex rejects her cruelly, definitively. "You are a mistake,” he said". Shattered and humiliated, Adriel disappears into the human world. But what the Alpha didn’t know is that she carries a rare, ancient power, and the kind that could tip the scales of an age-old war. In the glittering chaos of New York City, Adriel finds unexpected refuge with Mason Sharp, a guarded billionaire with secrets of his own. A fake engagement offers her protection, but emotions grow dangerously real. Now Alex wants her back not just for the prophecy, but for something deeper he can’t admit. But claiming her means facing Mason, the truth behind the lies that bound them, and a war that could destroy both realms. Adriel must choose: the wolf who shattered her or the man who sheltered her. Her heart is torn. Her powers are awakening. And the fate of two worlds rests in the hands of the one woman both men would die to protect or possess.

April Scott only wanted to help her family until she crossed paths with Dr. Adrian Smith, the ruthless billionaire and her childhood crush, who is aware of her dark past and turns her life upside down in twenty-four hours. Her sister is hospitalized, her home is suddenly sold. April becomes the target of a deadly plot she doesn’t understand. Every time she tries to escape, Adrian is there… saving her, controlling her, or destroying her, she can’t tell which. She could only sense he wanted something from her and she also finds herself drawn to him. But when a confrontation ends with Adrian presumed dead, April becomes a fugitive overnight. And the only person willing to protect her is a stranger with secrets of his own.

Who knew disobeying your parents could destroy your entire life in just one night. It all started with one small act of rebellion… sneaking out. One choice. One night Evelyn should have stayed home. One moment where she didn’t listen. By morning, her brother was missing. Her dad was gone. And whatever innocence Eve had left disappeared without leaving a trace. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop blaming herself. If she hadn’t wanted more, none of that would’ve happened. Now Evelyn lives in a house that doesn’t feel like home. With a mother pretending they’re okay. And three stepbrothers who look at her like she’s a mistake that walked into their perfect life. They watch her intensely, and hate that she exists in their space. But sometimes… their stares linger too long. The tension feels dangerous. And sometimes, she forgets they’re supposed to be off limits. Then the letters start coming. Anonymous, uncomfortable intimate letters. Written like the sender knows too much about her. About the thoughts that lives inside her head, the fears she’s never said out loud, and the desires she refuses to admit even to herself. Every word feels like proof she’s being watched. She should burn the letters. She should be terrified. She should tell someone about it. Instead, her hands shake as she opens the next one. Now she’s falling into something she shouldn’t want. Craving a mystery she should run from. The danger is getting closer….and whoever the stalker is, he’s not ready to stop sending the pleasure letters. The person writing them may already be standing in the same room with her. The slippery slope theory isn’t a theory. It’s a curse. The past is bleeding into the present. Will Evelyn find her missing brother before it’s too late? Or will she disappear the same way the rest of her life already has?

One baby. One broke baby daddy. One very exhausted single mom. Riley Carter has enough on her plate, running a struggling bakery, surviving on caffeine and four hours of sleep, and raising baby Emma alone. The last thing she needs is Ethan Walker, the carefree artist who ghosted her ten months ago, strolling into her shop asking for croissants. Except Ethan isn’t just an old fling, he’s Emma’s father. And he has no idea. Now, with nowhere to live (because surprise—he’s homeless!) and zero parenting skills, Ethan insists on stepping up. Riley, against her better judgment, lets him crash in her spare room, on one condition: no freeloading, no screw-ups, and definitely no flirting. But Ethan is a walking disaster, and co-parenting quickly turns into chaos. Between late-night diaper disasters, bakery mishaps, and a very awkward almost-kiss, Riley starts to see a new side of him, the one that makes her heart race. He’s trying. He’s changing. And worst of all… he’s making her feel things. Can a broke baby daddy prove he’s more than just a mistake? Or will Riley choose the safe, responsible life she’s built without him? A sweet, hilarious, and heartwarming romance about unexpected parenthood, second chances, and falling in love when you least expect it.

Nadine Oswalt, a passionate student, dreams of becoming the most famous light novel author of her generation. Under the pseudonym YUMEWRITE, she publishes her stories on StoryBloom, an online platform where criticism can be harsh and popularity is earned through persistence and dedication. She faces family pressure, peer disdain, online trolls, and the rivalry of Olivia Donovan, a talented and already popular author. Luckily, her loyal friend Maggy Desmond is always there to support her, even though her feelings for Nadine remain unspoken. As Nadine begins to doubt her future as a writer, she stumbles upon a mysterious shop one morning, discovering a pen unlike any other, which releases Myriam Triskcy, an enigmatic beast-woman. Myriam grants Nadine a unique system, giving her the chance to turn her dreams into reality… and plunging her into a world of magic, secrets, and mysteries, where her perseverance and creativity will be put to the ultimate test. “YUMEWRITE: Rise of a Novelist” is a story about the journey of a young author seeking recognition, blending passion, friendship, rivalry, and the supernatural, and setting the stage for future secrets and a love triangle.

“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.” Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.” “And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-” “Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.” Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!” “Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.” ********************* Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha. But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry. It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans. What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king. Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them. To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows, But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise? After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond. Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.

“How about we both fuck your brains out and let you pick which d*ck you love the most?” he whispered in my ear and my stomach churned, but it was certainly not a bad idea. *~~~~* Imagine losing your memories and getting entangled with the very two men who ruined your life. Meet Gabrielle—the Pack Diamond, the White Wolf, the one with the most splendid abilities of all wolves, being the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess herself. Her life wasn’t perfect, as her manipulative mother saw her only as a pawn for power and nothing more. Until suddenly, she became the apple of the Moretti brothers’ eyes. But above all, her true identity is hidden as her memories remain lost. The question is—does she really want to recover them and face who she was, or uncover who her enemies truly are?

" Bring back that cursed child death or alive" My father growl behind me. " Who let this caused into my wedding, throw her over the fence" my Chosen mate roared. I was born as a cursed and despise by all. But what happen when I runaway, when I left the pack just to save my head. The ones who claim to have love me were my deepest enemy. Read more to find out how I ended up being a Princess in the dragon world.

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible—drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive—I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro—the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva—is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny—one disastrous choice at a time.

I spent my whole life fightin' for some kinda recognition that never showed up. Instead of a director’s chair, I was handed a doormat with my name on it. Every day was a straight-up livin' hell until I finally decided I was done. I was ready to call a permanent "Cut" on my entire existence. But Fate? Fate ain't that merciful. Instead of the void, I woke up in a body that deadass isn't mine. You think I’m lucky? Think again. Now I’m Evelyne Vane—the "Nation’s Most Scandalous Actress." This ain't no second chance; it’s a curse. My "new" life is a total garbage-fire. Apparently, I’m datin' Lucian Monroe, the "Nation’s Golden Boy," while the "Nation’s Ice Queen," Serena Windsor, is out here accusin' me of kissin' her. It’s a scandal that’s got the whole damn country talkin'. And then there’s Corbin. A black cat with emerald eyes who talks, turns into a man, and claims he’s the only one who can help me survive this nightmare. Fine. If Fate wants to play, let’s play. My past life was a tragedy, but this one? This one is a whole-ass circus. At least here, they actually know my name. I’m gonna do what I never had the stones to do before: I’m gonna dominate this entire industry.