lovetriangle

She chose her dream and lost her fiancé. Two weeks after their engagement, he asked her to give up her music career and relocate for his new job. When she refused, he walked away…and soon found someone else. Months later, she’s booked to perform at a luxury resort in Fiji for wedding couples only to discover one of them is her ex fiancé and his new bride. As old wounds resurface, she finds unexpected comfort in the one person she never thought she’d meet : his older brother. Torn between the past and a love that feels forbidden, she must decide whether to protect old scars or risk her heart again.

My name is Lena, and until last week, my biggest worry was the late return fees at the library where I work. I was ordinary, invisible, and I liked it that way. Then a pack of rogue werewolves attacked me in a dark alley, and two monsters saved my life—or so I thought. The first was Caspian, a vampire prince carved from ice and centuries of solitude. His gaze held no warmth, yet when he looked at me, something ancient and hungry flickered in his eyes. The second was Kael, the Alpha of the Northern pack, all burning muscles and wild possessiveness. He took one sniff of my skin and declared me his “mate” without a second thought. Now I’m caught between a cold, opulent castle and a warm, chaotic pack territory. Caspian’s touch sends shivers down my spine, while Kael’s fierce protection makes me feel safe for the first time in years. They are sworn enemies, bound by a blood feud older than any city, yet both refuse to let me go. But the real danger isn’t their rivalry. Strange things are happening to my body—I can hear thoughts, heal faster, and the full moon sings to my blood. I’m not just a human caught between two worlds. I am the last of the Hybrid Blood, a forgotten lineage that could either unite the species or destroy them all. And the one who controls me, controls the night.

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

One crazy night in Vegas. One blurry chapel. One marriage certificate neither of them remembers signing. Elara Kane wakes up married to Damian Voss — the same ruthless CEO who just bought out her company and left her jobless. He wants an annulment yesterday. She wants to strangle him. But two pink lines on a test stick change everything. Now the ice-cold billionaire has a wife he can’t divorce and a baby on the way he never asked for. What starts as a fake marriage to save face turns into something dangerous: Damian can’t keep his hands off her. Every night he claims her, fills her, whispers “mine” like it’s the only word he knows. Elara fights it — she swore she’d never need a man — but every time he’s deep inside her, every time he looks at her belly like it’s his whole world, her heart cracks a little more. Scandal hits hard. The press calls her a gold-digger. The board wants him to choose: empire or family. Old enemies smell blood. And Elara has to decide if the man who ruined her life is worth risking her heart — and her future — all over again. A steamy, addictive ride of accidental vows, surprise pregnancy, and a CEO who’ll burn his world down to keep what’s his.

She ran from love once. This time, love won’t let her go. Four years ago, Sophie disappeared without explanation, leaving behind the only home and the only man she had ever loved. She told herself it was the right choice — that protecting her heart meant protecting the family that saved her after tragedy took everything from her. But when she returns, nothing is the same. Harley Huang is no longer the warm, gentle man she remembers. He is calm, distant, unreadable — and colder than the silence she left behind. Forced to face him again, Sophie tries to rebuild her life at the hospital, convincing herself they can remain nothing more than friends. Until everything changes. A forgotten night. A hidden truth. A child tying her fate back to him. And just when her heart begins to drift toward someone safe, another woman appears — threatening to take Harley away for good. For the first time, Sophie feels it clearly: She never stopped loving him. But love is not enough when fear, guilt, and years of silence stand between them. This is a story about love that waited, love that broke, and love that found its way home.

Isekaied into one of the many Eroge that she often played to 'relieve stress', Natalie is going to have to navigate a world that runs on 'fun' logic as well as power. Taking the place of the main character at a magical academy, Natalie has to make use of all her knowledge about this game world to live a comfortable life, but since it was once a game world, things never go smoothly, and it definitely isn't uneventful. Join her as she navigates a world where pleasure is sometimes more common and accepted then it should be while also having to worry about the threats to come... either from her new peers or from those outside of the Academy. ~~~ Warning: This is a futanari MC that will be both a 'giver' and a 'taker', which is where the Yuri prompt comes in. If you want pure Yuri I am sorry but it won't be that common in this novel; maybe eventually something will be introduced to spice things up in this novel, but otherwise it is a futanari book. This should be a healthy mix of smut and slice of life with the occasional action scenes to keep things fresh, and if you have read any of my other novels it should be a nice in-between of Servant System and Reincarnated As The Only Human - that means a fair amount of smut but also less 'stagnation' coming from that as I progress the story. I hope you enjoy and at least give it a chance, and I am always wanting to improve so don't hesitate to leave a comment~!

I was never supposed to want my sister’s husband. Victor Ravenscroft is discipline carved into flesh — a billionaire who commands boardrooms, headlines, and everyone around him. To the world, he belongs to her. To me… he became my weakness. What started as a mistake became a secret I couldn’t resist. And the more I fell, the more my life began to unravel. I lost my job. My confidence. My sense of reality. She stayed perfect. Poised. Untouchable. She comforts me when I cry, says I’m overthinking, insists it’s just stress. Victor won’t claim me in daylight. But in the shadows, I can’t escape him. Then I got dragged into a world I never imagined — a dangerous mafia society where power, obsession, and betrayal reign. Nothing I thought I knew about love, loyalty, or survival mattered anymore. Somewhere between desire and shame, I wonder — Is this love destroying me? Or am I destroying myself? Because when everything collapses, the most dangerous thing isn’t the affair. It’s the truth I never saw coming.

Asher Graham has a secret he must protect, if he was to keep his Omega mother safe. All his life, he never truly belonged anywhere because they were always on the run. But when Asher figured out a way to stay alive, he took it, even if it meant enrolling into the deadly werewolf Academy, Stone Claw Academy, where cold, and ruthless Alphas were trained. His secret would have been safe if he hadn’t gone ahead and pissed off Stone Claw Academy’s resident bad boy and bully, Alpha Reed Jackson. Asher took what belonged to the devil and called his bluff, now he had to pay for it with the title he has fought to keep or his life. When Alpha Reed gained the upperhand and found out his secret, Asher had to dance to his tune by being his playtoy or lose everything including his life. The past came knocking soon enough, and now Asher has to choose between getting a clean slate or being with the man who had done nothing but torment him and make his deepest, darkest desires come true. Will Asher choose Reed over everything or risk what they have to get everything he has always wanted?

He thought she was nothing. She let him believe it. Sophia Monroe endured three years of betrayal, playing the humble wife while her husband flaunted his mistress. When he demanded divorce, she signed with a secret smile. Because she's the Monroe Global heiress. She OWNS his company. His trusted secretary? Was HER spy all along. The mistress? Just another pawn. Now three billionaire CEOs are competing for her heart, her ex-lover—the man who murdered her parents—is back and obsessed with possessing her. Her husband realizes he just divorced the most powerful woman alive. Revenge never looked this expensive.

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?"

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.

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?”

Kim Sung-go thrives in the quiet solitude of her campus library, a world of books and late-night study sessions. But when Choi Yeong-hon, the university’s disciplined and perfectionist top student, collides with her one night, sparks fly in ways neither expects. A playful rivalry turns into a passionate ONS, followed by heartbreak, misunderstanding, and secrets that threaten to tear them apart. When Kim Sung-go leaves the country, seeking refuge with her childhood best friend Lee Bo-seok, she discovers she is pregnant, a revelation that will change everything. Meanwhile, Bo-seok finds his own romance in Italy with Yeong-hon’s charming and witty secretary, Li Minho, a relationship that begins with teasing, misunderstanding, and unexpected emotional awakening. Together, they guide Sung-go through the complexities of love, trust, and forgiveness. “Pages of Passion” is a story of impulsive love, misunderstandings, loyalty, and reconciliation, where hearts collide in the quiet corners of libraries, and the journey to love is as thrilling as the love itself.

(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.

“Here. The damn washroom.” He muttered under his breath. I frowned as I looked up at him. He was staring at me blankly, a scowl perfectly plastered across his face. His grayish-blue eyes burned with a fierce fire, much like Nat’s. A few loose strands of hair fell over his face, softening little to nothing about him. He was really handsome—too handsome. Like a Greek god molded by the gods themselves. They had no right to make him look this unfairly perfect. I felt my cheeks heating up at the thought but snapped out of it when I saw the look he was giving me. Weird Riley.

To save her father's farm, Sara agrees to live in Azure Heights- a penthouse owned by her father's wealthy friend. She's told she'll be safe. The three men living there are "into each other." Perfect. Except the cold heir's eyes lingering too long. The idol's flirting feels too real. And the MMA fighter who cooks dinner every night looks at her like she's something breakable- and dangerous. They made one rule when she moved in: Let her believe what she wants. They didn't expect her to become the only thing they couldn't ignore.

Ravencrest High looks like a prestigious boarding school, but the truth is far from that. Hidden from humans, it is a training ground for young vampires to master self-control. Humans are enrolled alongside them, because they think it’s just an elite academic program. In reality, their presence keeps the vampires in check, providing occasional feeding opportunities under strict supervision. With the humans completely unaware. Lyra Hale is a new transfer student, hoping for nothing more than a fresh start. She expected a normal school environment. Instead, she finds herself surrounded by students who are weird and secretive. Kieran Black is everything Ravencrest warns against. A high-ranking vampire from one of the oldest bloodlines, he doesn’t believe in the rules meant to keep vampires in line. He sees the humans not as protected guests, but as tempting puzzles, and he can’t resist the effect Lyra has on him from the first moment he notices her. Lyra doesn’t know the truth about the school, the vampires, or Kieran. While she tries to survive in the school, Kieran is drawn to her in ways he can’t fully control. With the school having so much unbendable rules, even the authority can’t be trusted. And the most dangerous person on campus might also be the only one willing to protect her. At Ravencrest, temptation is constant, and love may be the most dangerous mistake of all. `•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`• [Excerpt] Lyra was halfway down the east corridor, Ravencrest always felt different at night. She hugged her books closer to her chest and stopped when she turned a corner, someone stood at the end of the hall. One foot was propped up behind him, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, like he had been waiting for her. The hallway suddenly felt smaller and tighter. “Kieran.” “You’re really good at pretending I don’t exist.” “Maybe because you keep showing up where you’re not supposed to be.” His eyes dropped to her lips for half a second before going back to her face. She took a step back as he stepped closer and she froze the second his hand closed over her wrist. Then just as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist. His touch sent a shock of warmth through her, a feeling she couldn’t quite figure out no matter how hard she tried. She tried to pull back, but before she could, he tugged her closer and suddenly, the space between them disappeared. Every instinct screamed to push him away, to step back, but she couldn’t. He was just too close. “Kieran…” she whispered, voice trembling. The faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and those enticing grey eyes that she felt drawn in every second she look at him, like gravity itself had shifted. The way he held her wrist and the way his thumb brushed against them, it was everything but safe. "What are you doing?" "I could kiss you." ***** Cover art is not mine. Full credit goes to the original creator.

She always knew there was a woman hidden in his heart, so when that woman appeared, she obediently withdrew. However, unexpectedly, he abandoned his 'beloved' and instead frequently invited her. "Mr. Fu, didn't you say there was a contract to discuss?" He pressed her against the cold wall, continuously approaching: "If you were a bit uglier, perhaps I would want to talk contracts and drink tea with you, but you're so beautiful, I only want to talk love with you." To him, Qiao Mo was like his most cherished treasure, and whenever others looked at her, he felt they were trying to steal her.

Too Many Losing Heroes Five lives. Five stories. Each scar hides a reason to love again. Told through five arcs, every story reveals a different kind of love — gentle or painful, quiet or fierce — each capturing a truth about what it really means to love and to lose. Arc 1 — Rahul: The Artist of Lies He hides behind sarcasm and silence — a boy who doesn’t believe in love or justice anymore. But when a strange confession turns his quiet world upside down, he finds himself drawn into something he never expected: sincerity. In a place full of fake smiles and whispered rumors, Rahul learns that sometimes the hardest truth is letting someone see who you really are. A story of trust, redemption, and the kind of love that feels too real to be safe. Arc 2 — Raj (Hayabusa): The Boy with the Scar To everyone, Raj is perfect — a calm, focused fencing champion who never loses his composure. But perfection is just another mask. When an unexpected encounter challenges the loneliness he’s carried for years, Raj must decide if he’s ready to open his heart again — or if some memories are too sharp to hold. A story about gentle hearts, hidden pain, and finding someone who doesn’t flinch at your scars. Arc 3 — Leo: The Star Who Forgot to Shine He was born to be adored — the idol, the dancer, the name on every billboard. But fame is a cruel mirror, and Leo’s reflection hides more than anyone knows. When a girl with quiet eyes steps into his world, she doesn’t see the celebrity — she sees the boy still learning how to breathe. And for the first time, he wonders if love could be louder than applause. A story about fame, fear, and the courage to love when everyone’s watching. Arc 4 — Hritik: The One Who Sees Too Much Hritik trusts numbers more than people. He built walls out of code, firewalls around his heart — because data doesn’t lie, but people always do. Then someone begins breaking through both. As secrets unravel and memories resurface, Hritik learns that not every connection is meant to be encrypted. A story about control, vulnerability, and falling for someone who knows how to read your silence. Arc 5 — Neel: The Forgotten Memory He doesn’t remember what he lost — only that something inside him aches for answers. Surrounded by friends who treat him like glass, Neel begins to piece together the truth hidden behind their smiles. But when love brings back the memories they all tried to bury, Neel must face the question none of them ever could: Was it worth it? A story about memory, love, and the quiet heroism of forgiveness. Series Theme Every arc is a different kind of love — one born from pain, another from trust, another from loss. Five broken hearts, one shared story. Because not all heroes save others. Some just save themselves — one heartbeat at a time.

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.