lovetriangle

At an academy where youth feels endless, three teenagers cross paths during a season that will never return. Between shared classrooms, quiet glances, and words left unsaid, their bond slowly turns into something fragile and complicated. As time moves forward and choices are made, love does not always grow the way they hoped. Some feelings are meant to bloom only once, and some seasons are never meant to last.

"She's stabilizing," the healer calls. "Who marked her?" "I did," both Dexmon and Fin answer. Serena Frostborne is dying between two Alphas. One is the Dragon Prince who has loved her across multiple lifetimes. The other is the youngest Alpha King in Skardos. A man who lost everything once and never expected a second chance. Rewind three months, when Dexmon Drakenfell's wolf says one word: MATE. He carries her home and won’t put her down. For strategic reasons, obviously. His wolf calls bullshit. Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order. Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not. The bachelor prince who doesn't do feelings caught them all. But Serena has a BIG secret worth killing for. Gold blood. White wolf. An entire pack slaughtered because one father said no. The tyrant who did it hasn’t stopped looking. The bounty for her capture: 1B in gold. If her identity is revealed, every Alpha in Skardos would hand her over to avoid war. That's predictable. What they don't see coming are the knives from within. And this time when she falls, Dexmon is looking the wrong way. The hero who finds her is Fin Shadowclaw, King of North Skardos. His wolf says the impossible: MATE. He already buried his first mate. Alpha venom is the only thing standing between her and death. So he marks her to save her. Two Alphas. One feels like home. The other feels like the home she lost. Neither is willing to step aside. War is coming for her blood. Together they have a shot. Alone, their kingdoms burn and they lose her. Serena has come way too damn far to let history repeat. Born a princess. Sold as a slave. Crowned a queen. She says checkmate.

Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block to be sold to the highest bidder. She makes a desperate choice—to place her fate in the hands of the man who caught her stealing. She does not know his name. She does not know his power. She does not know that he is the king. King Henry rules a great kingdom but nothing has unsettled him quite like the pretty, witty thief he met in a crowded market. A mystery. A temptation he cannot ignore. As their worlds collide in secrecy and desire, Livia is pulled from chains into a life far more dangerous than she could have imagined, far more dangerous than slavery itself. One truth defines their love; A king can have any woman but he cannot marry a slave. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna

Trisha’s voice was silk and venom. “Tell me, Azael… how many times have you kissed that blind girl? Helpless… and still innocent.” He was meant to drink her blood—not crave her soul. Elana, blind and fragile, stumbled into a vampire’s lair. Unarmed, unknowing… yet the moment her scent and voice reached him, something in Azael stirred. His hunger twisted into something far more dangerous: desire. Azael, the cold lord of darkness, is drawn to a light he vowed never to feel. And Elana, brave despite her blindness, is trapped in a world where monsters wield power…and hearts. As her presence awakens the part of him he thought was dead, the question becomes inevitable: Can a creature of night truly love the light that blinds him?

In the ancient, blood-soaked lives of the Lycan race, one prophecy has stood as both a beacon and a death threat: The arrival of the White Wolf. For centuries, the pigment of winter was scrubbed from the earth in a Great Purge, leaving the Lycan kingdom a place of iron, fire, and shadows. The people believed the threat had been neutralized, replaced by the Mighty Seven- seven elemental lords of Fire, Wind, Earth, Water, Invisibility, Telekinesis, and Strength, who served the throne with unwavering loyalty. But fate is a patient hunter. ​When Selene emerges from the fringes of the world, her hair the color of starlight and her eyes a piercing blue-violet, the kingdom is thrown into a tectonic shift. She is the embodiment of the White Wolf, carrying a power that can either stitch the fractured race back together or unravel the very fabric of reality. ​At the heart of the capital sits King Axe, the Golden Alpha. A man of quiet strength and emerald-eyed intensity, Axe is a ruler who has spent his life trying to be more than just a weapon. When he first encounters Selene, it isn't a conquest; it’s a recognition. In the quiet halls of the palace and the hidden sanctuaries of the gardens, a love story begins to bloom- one defined by tenderness, by the soft giving of gifts, and by the shared hope of a future where Lycans can be more than soldiers. ​Axe offers Selene a choice. He offers her a throne built on respect and a partnership rooted in genuine affection. To the Seven, she becomes the sister they never had. ​But the Moon Goddess is a fickle mother, and the laws of the mate-bond are not easily ignored. While Axe represents the future, Nik, the Alpha of the Moonshine Pack, represents the raw, ugly, and primal past. Nik is a man of the "Old Ways," a predator who believes that power is taken, not earned. To him, Selene is not a woman to be loved, but a trophy to be possessed- the ultimate legitimate prize that will crown him as the true Alpha of Alphas. ​Where Axe is cedar and smoke, Nik is blood and ice. He represents the sexist, brutal reality of a culture that views women as livestock, and yet, the biological tether of the mate-bond refuses to let her go. ​The Choice, A War of Hearts.

Kelvin transfers to an all-girls school in search of his missing twin, believing the answers to his past might be hidden within the unfamiliar walls of the institution. But what begins as a personal search quickly turns into something far more disturbing—because the school is not just a place of learning. It is part of something larger, something watching, something waiting. At first, the signs are subtle. A record that shouldn’t exist. A familiar name attached to an unfamiliar face. A girl named Keira who reacts to Kelvin as if she knows him, even though they have never met. And then there is Aisha, a presence tied to memories Kelvin cannot fully access—moments that feel real but refuse to align with his understanding of himself. As Kelvin tries to make sense of these inconsistencies, reality begins to fracture in ways he cannot explain. His thoughts no longer feel singular. His emotions no longer feel unified. It is as if different parts of his identity are separating, each developing its own awareness. From this fragmentation emerge distinct versions of him. Kael, the logical structure of his mind, cold and precise, capable of seeing patterns others cannot. Keira, the emotional reflection tied to buried memories and unresolved truths, unstable yet deeply connected to something human within him. And Kelvin himself, the core consciousness trying desperately to hold everything together as the boundaries of self continue to weaken. Behind this growing instability is AZEL, an unseen system that observes, analyzes, and controls identity itself. AZEL does not see people as individuals, but as structures that must remain stable. In its logic, a human being must exist as one unified identity. Anything that deviates is considered an error to be corrected. Kelvin becomes one such anomaly. As AZEL begins forcing identity correction, Kelvin is pushed toward an impossible decision: to choose which version of himself is real enough to remain. But the more the system intervenes, the more the fragments resist. Kael refuses dissolution, Keira fights against emotional erasure, and Kelvin refuses to surrender his existence to a system that defines him without consent. What begins as internal conflict escalates into external distortion. Reality itself bends under system adjustments. Memories overlap. Conversations echo with unintended voices. The boundaries between identities blur, and what was once a single person becomes a complex, unstable network of selves fighting for survival. Alongside Kelvin are Laura and Nancy, two individuals who begin to understand that AZEL is not simply observing—it is learning. It adapts to resistance, refines its control, and responds to every act of defiance with deeper restructuring. As the system tightens its grip, Kelvin and his fractured identities begin to form an unlikely resistance. Not by choosing one self over another, but by attempting to exist together against the rules imposed on them. The fight is no longer just about identity—it becomes a struggle over what it means to be allowed to exist at all. But AZEL does not stop evolving. It begins to question not just the structure of Kelvin’s identity, but the very concept of singular existence. And in the center of it all remains one unanswered truth: If a person can be split into multiple conscious selves, which one is truly real? Or are they all just echoes of something that was never meant to remain whole? What if identity is not something you are… but something that is constantly being decided? And if a system has the power to decide it—can anyone truly call themselves one person at all?

He married her to control her… but she might be the one thing that destroys him. Maria Romanova lost everything in a single act of betrayal—her family, her fortune, her freedom. To salvage what remains of her name, she is forced into a marriage she never chose… to Mikhail Dragunov. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. The heir to a dynasty built on power and secrets, Mikhail doesn’t love—he controls. And in his world, obedience isn’t expected… it’s enforced. Their marriage is a contract. A cage. A silent war. But Maria refuses to be broken. Behind her silence burns something dangerous—something Mikhail didn’t anticipate. And the more he tries to control her, the more she begins to see the cracks beneath his perfect cruelty. Because there are truths buried deep within the Dragunov empire… truths that trace back to a year no one speaks about. 2006. A year of disappearance. Of betrayal. Of something that should have stayed buried. And somehow… Maria is at the center of it. As obsession replaces indifference and control begins to unravel, Maria must decide— Remain the pawn in Mikhail’s game… or become the one woman capable of destroying him. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is a liability, one wrong move could cost her everything. Even her heart.

An alpha without a pack is like a house without a roof. Theodore Pembroke has lived for years with only vengeance in his heart. As the last of his kind, he knows the dark forces that destroyed his pack will come for him one day—and when they do, he’ll be ready. But even the best-laid plans will often go awry. The enemy he’s been preparing for turns out to be an unexpected ally, and a sudden and fragile spark of hope makes a mess of everything. While fighting Ryder Asherman of the Luna’s Sentinels, Theodore uncovers a series of deeper truths: his true enemies remain hidden, there might still be a way to restore his pack, and the cold hunger for revenge burning inside him evolve into something else entirely. All of this ought to bring him focus and clarity. If only fate didn’t have such ridiculous demands, like mating with a clairvoyant who looks like he barely weighs a hundred and twenty pounds sopping wet, and partnering with a human guardian who was meant for another pack. It’s as if Theodore Pembroke is destined for hand-me-downs and becoming the butt of this absurdly attractive skinny pup’s jokes. If this is his fate, then clearly, something is very wrong. And fate might want to rethink things.

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|SEASON 1 OF CLAXTON| |4X FEATURED · WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM| As the Octopus Man returns from the Bermuda Triangle, Makenna Angelia Delling teams up with Merlin the Great's ninja-like fairy apprentice, Tracey, to defeat him. However, what will happen when Tracey learns he is the K-T Magic Murderer? *** Fourteen-year-old Makenna Delling is a Metamorphic Fairy, a rare fairy from a family in which one person must have been a fairy. Except, who is that one person? To help find answers regarding her past, Makenna teams up with seventeen-year-old Tracey, a mysterious fairy who hails from Merlin's Island. Together, they are dragged into the flight of their lives after they learn that the Octopus Man has returned from the Bermuda Triangle, and he is eager to kill Tracey. Mustering up all her courage, Makenna must find a way to stop Tracey from becoming who he truly is. She has to help him defeat the Octopus Man himself if he is to change his fate. Both teens have high stakes, especially since Tracey could be one of the greatest threats in the entire Magic World. Who is Makenna? Who is Tracey? Most importantly, why must Makenna find her long-lost family member? It's so she can call herself a True Metamorphic Fairy. *** *Main tropes: bad boy, love triangle, and friends-to-lovers.* *Note: My writing style is 3rd-person omniscient, so please judge it accordingly. Thank you!* *Important: There is a non-graphic suicide attempt in Part Two of Chapter Sixty--just FYI, in case you'd like to skip that section.* Genre-Bending: The Claxton Tetralogy features a mix of fantasy genres, including progression, epic, dark, portal, magical girl (with a magical boy twist in Tracey), and coming-of-age/YA.

"The rain in Malaysia always felt like it was whispering secrets I couldn't understand. Sitting on the balcony with my brothers, I felt a strange tug at my heart. To the world, I was the beloved daughter of the man who ruled this house. But why did the shadows in his eyes always tell a different story? "Little did I know that the blood flowing in my veins.... belonged to the elite world of Pakistan, a world my 'father' was accused of destroying. A story of betrayal, hidden identities, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Join me on a journey from the peaceful nights of Malaysia to the dark secrets of Pakistan's elite."

“What are you doing here, you pervert?” she snapped. He blinked, clearly offended.             “Pervert? Can’t I get a better nickname?”             “Mr. Pervert?” Her expression hardened, while Yoongi pouted like a scolded child.      “You followed me, didn’t you?” she accused.                          “No.” She stepped closer.           “So what? You came for my attention? Or to see my skirt fall again? Or my lips on yours?” Her voice lowered dangerously. “Or maybe to tell the shop owner I’m your girlfriend so you get a discount?”     She moved forward. Yoongi moved back.         Until his broad back hit the cold white wall. “N-No…” he stammered.               “Then why are you here?” She slammed her palm beside his head, trapping him.     Update daily don't forget to comment vote and share Love y'all

A fashion show leads me back to my high school sweetheart “Alessandro Marchetti” How do I explain where I’ve been the past seven years and that he is the father of my child.

What if KYAP never broke? What if they stayed together-stronger than ever? No accidents. No losses. No distance. Just loyalty. Until her. The girl they chose to target. The girl they thought they understood. The girl who was never supposed to matter. But some plans don't go the way they're meant to. And some people... are harder to break than they look.

“Get on your knees." My voice sliced through the room like a serrated knife. Ragnor didn’t hesitate. He sank to the cold stone floor, his knees hitting the ground with a heavy thud that synchronized perfectly with my beating heart. Ryker and Reign followed, their heads bowed, their Alpha pride crumbling at my feet. "We didn’t have a choice, Candace," Ryker groaned, his head bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the tops of my boots.  "Everything we do is a choice, Ryker," I whispered, leaning down. "Since you believed a lie over me, now show me,” I commanded, my voice dropping a lower octave. "Show me exactly how much you're willing to crawl to keep the mate you discarded." "Anything, Daisy," Ragnor choked out, his large, calloused hand reaching for my ankle. His touch sent a traitorous bolt of sparks through my skin, but I didn't budge. He pulled my foot closer, his heat seeping through the silk of my dress. He didn't just kiss it; he buried his face against my boot, breathing in my scent with a hot desperation. I looked down at the three most powerful men in the pack, all of them reduced to rubble before me, and I felt the tears burn behind my eyes. "It's a pity that’ll never be enough,” I said, my voice turning to ice.  "Then break us. Do whatever you have to do, just don't walk out that door. Don’t give up on us," Reign growled, looking up, his hazel eyes burning with lust. “We will burn in hell before we let that happen,” I forced a brittle, empty laugh. “Say hello to the devil, he’s no different than the beasts you’ve become after what you put me through,” I pushed Ragnor’s hands away, my touch merciless as I used my knee to shove the other two back.  "I’m done with you all. Go fuck your sweet Didi. I will get my release elsewhere,” I snapped, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips sending tingles across my body.  I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once as I strode out. I knew they were watching my retreat, but I didn't turn around to let them see the single, traitorous tear that had finally escaped my guard. I couldn't let them know how much their choices had truly cost me. I was the devil they’d made with each torment. And devils didn't cry. ~ Born the daughter of royalty, Candace Sinclair was once the noble daughter of the formidable Alpha of GraceSpring Pack until her perfect life became a nightmare in one single night. Labeled the offspring of a traitor, she was plunged into a miserable life of shame, scars and utter disgrace and condemned to serve as an omega slave among those who had once bowed to her. However the Moon Goddess wasn’t done with this queen. On the night of the full moon, Candace was rebonded to the beastly triplet Alphas—Alpha Ragnor, Alpha Reign and Alpha Ryker Pendragon, her sworn enemies. The triplets planned to reject her. They would have succeeded… if this wasn’t Candace’s last shot at being mated. Having survived three brutal, excruciating rejections, Candace seized control of her fate at the last minute, forcing them into a bond they never expected with her. That night, the triplets who once loathed her swore to make her life a living hell. But Candace doesn’t care—she will endure every torment if it means uncovering the conspiracy that destroyed her father and plundered her happy family into misery. But Fate is a bastard. Soon, this queen becomes the one obsession they can't escape. The one they crave so desperately they’ll lose their minds just to be buried inside her, until they lose themselves completely.  As cruel truths claw their way to light in this twisted game of love, betrayal, danger and passion, the Pendragon triplets start to see her for who she is—their queen. But Candace is done begging for scraps of their love. She is done being a weak toy in their twisted games. This queen wants them where they belong— groveling on their knees…forever?

"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. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° What do you do when the love of your life wakes up from a coma and catches you getting fucked by his older brothers? What do you say to him when he took a bullet to the heart just to save you? And what happens when the family you were sent to destroy becomes the only place you’ve ever felt safe? Valentino, Raffaele, and Angelo Vipera are the heirs of Le Vipere Nere—The Black Vipers. And when these brothers are not on good terms, they don’t just fight. They sink their fangs into each other, poison each other, and rip each other apart until everyone is left bleeding out. Each brother is obsessed with me. They claim me. Worship me. And fuck me until I forget my own name. But there are things I'm hiding from them. Dangerous lies and secrets sitting between us like a loaded gun, waiting to go off. And if the venom between us doesn’t destroy us before our enemies get the chance, then this story will end the only way it ever could… In fire and blood.

“I saw what you guys wrote in Sandra’s year book” I responded almost immediately Morayo asked the question I could see the shock on their faces “Why didn’t you write me as part of your friends?” I asked them looking at both of them in the eyes “It is not even about that that I am seriously confused, it is about the fact that I saw my name as the enemy in both of your profiles in the year book” I responded expecting an answer from them “What do you expect?” Morayo asked “Why did you put me as the enemy? We have been friends for three whole years” “See, it doesn mean” Morayo responded remorsefully “What do you mean?” “Why the hell will you be hitting on Victoria’s boyfriend? Her boyfriend has been having eyes on you. The friends of John even said it, even the twin said so. She said, John likes you” “I didn’t know, I am not his heart to control. You don’t have to blame it on me as if I am the one at fault” “You are!” “How?!” “Remember that day he called you after the maths exam?” AFTER MATHS EXAMS… Everybody was as stressed as ever before. Morayo, Victoria and I were heading to the the hostel when John called me I was surprised at first but, excused myself and went to meet him. Morayo and Victoria waited behind since, they knew John won’t take long “Thank you!” John responded as soon as I got there and gave me a hug almost immediately I wasn’t expecting the hug “For what?” I asked as I pushed him slightly and faced him “For helping me in the exam hall, I forgot the formulas of shapes almost immediately in the hall and I was stranded. Just happy that you were chosen to seat beside me for exams and you helped me.” “It wasn’t my intention to seat beside you, our surname just seem to clash together” “Yeah, I know. Thank you!” he smiled “You are welcome!” I responded with a smile “I don’t want to keep my friends waiting, bye” John left and as soon as I turned to look if Morayo and Victoria were there, they had left. … BACK TO THE PRESENT.. No wonder! No wonder they left “You should have communicated with me instead of acting like that” I replied with a squeezed face of annoyance READ AND DIVE IN THE BOOK TO SEE MORE ABOUT FLORAL'S BOARDING SCHOOL LOVE LIFE!

They say seven is the number of perfection. For Luna Seraphine, it was the number that ended her silence. Six times, she tore the divorce papers apart, choosing love over pride, endurance over dignity, surrendering to the cruel demands of the mate who never cherished her. The seventh time, she signed her name without trembling. Alpha Ravyn panicked. His mistress, Daisy, the daughter of Seraphine’s former nanny, laughed it off. She’s only throwing a tantrum, they said. She’ll crawl back. They were wrong. The truth shattered what little remained of her heart: the child she had loved and raised for six years was never hers. That revelation became her breaking point. This time, Luna Seraphine walked away without looking back. As her power rose, so did Ravyn’s regret. The Alpha who once discarded her now slept outside her door, desperate for a single glance. But the woman who opened that door was no longer the Luna he broke. Cold, untouchable, unforgiving. Ravyn fell to his knees, begging for her hand, only to realize he was no longer the only one. Men of influence and power now competed for her attention because Luna Seraphine was no longer just a Luna. She was a world-renowned business mogul, a shadowed philanthropist. The most sought-after surgeon of her time, and a cyber genius. Then, a powerful, cold Alpha, one infamous for hating women, just shook the entire werewolf world and the North American billionaire elite, the Sovereign Circle, with a single tweet. “Sera is mine. I’ll pluck out the eyes of anyone who dares to look at her.” The internet exploded. The pack world went silent, and Ravyn… lost his mind. But the real question is this, will he dare challenge the richest, most powerful Alpha in the world… for the ex-wife he let go?