lovetriangle

Torn away from her once peaceful life, Violet finds herself in a dilemma when she feels a pull for the princes of her pack. “What’s this? I can’t be mated to two people, can I?” she questions herself. Identical in looks but complete opposites in every other way, Mark and Mateo are the twin alphas destined to lead. One is cold and calculating, a man with a dark past and deeper secrets. The other is fiery and passionate, known for his charm and ruthlessness.  Who will Violet choose? Her first mate, Mark, or his twin brother?

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.

When Adanna Cole said yes to Darian Holt, she thought she was marrying a dream....not a lie. He was everything she wanted.... protective, charming, and dangerous in all the right ways. But the night before their wedding, she uncovers something she was never meant to see, a coded file linking Darian to the same criminal network that killed her father ten years ago. Now she has two choices... Run… or stay close enough to destroy him. But Darian isn’t the only one hiding secrets.... And as enemies close in, desire becomes their most dangerous weapon because between them lies a truth powerful enough to ruin everything or ignite a war. Love built on lies. Loyalty tested by blood. This time, the heart isn’t just on the line .it’s the target. Thunder growls over the city as Adanna slips into her fiancé’s office to grab a forgotten USB drive... the one with their wedding playlist but what she finds instead freezes her blood.... Her name, her late father’s company… and a file labeled “Target – A.C.” Her heart pounds. The screen flickers. A voice message auto-plays....Darian’s voice, low and cold... “We move at dawn. She can’t know who I am yet.” And just like that, the man she loves becomes the man she fears. Before dawn, everything burns... the wedding, the truth, and the fragile trust that once held them together. But Adanna doesn’t run far. She needs to know why. Because maybe Darian isn’t the villain after all… Or maybe he’s the only one smart enough to make her fall in love with her own enemy....

In a world lit by the cold glow of screens, destiny is an app. For broke art student Elara, the Echo app is a joke until it spits out a 99.9% match. Liam is the boy from her dreams, a connection so vivid it feels like magic. But magic is just code, and dreams can be stolen. Her world shatters when she walks in on her best friend’s lips on his, a final, brutal claim in a war she never knew was being fought. Left with nothing but the ghost of a perfect connection, Elara discovers the app isn’t finding soulmates; it’s creating puppets. Now, she will use her art not to create beauty, but to burn the entire system to the ground and expose the lie that broke her heart.

“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?

Warning {Mature Content} Elaine has spent her life being the responsible one. The one who steps in when things are about to fall apart. So when her grandfather arranges a marriage for her younger cousin Ivy to Zane Whitmore a billionaire CEO with a dangerous reputation Elaine does what she has always done. She takes the burden on herself. What begins as a lie meant to protect Ivy quickly turns into a contract Elaine never meant to sign. Zane Whitmore is cold, controlled, and ruthless in both business and life. He doesn’t believe in love, only leverage. When he meets Elaine, he recognizes something he rarely encounters: a woman willing to stand her ground even when she’s afraid. Their agreement is simple. A marriage on paper. Mutual benefit. No emotions involved. As they are pulled deeper into each other’s lives, secrets begin to surface old betrayals, family conflicts, and a past that ties Zane to Elaine’s brother in ways no one is willing to talk about. The lines between obligation and desire blur, and what started as a sacrifice turns into something neither of them can control. In a world where power dictates everything and trust comes at a cost, Elaine must decide if she’s willing to gamble her heart on a man who could destroy her. A story of contract marriage, buried history, and a love born out of defiance rather than choice. (Mature content) Zane’s lips crush to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue into his. He moves lower, nipping at my neck, then my boobs, enveloping his lips around a pink nipple. I sigh in pleasure, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower. And lower…….. My eyes fly open as he shoves my dress up to my waist and pulls my panties to the side. Suddenly, his mouth dives between my thighs, and when I feel his tongue drag up my slit, it’s like an electrical shock and my eyes roll back behind my head. Holy! FUCK!!.

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.

“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...

This is the story of Naru Hatsune—A young wizard of the legendary Fairy Tail Guild. A practitioner of an art known as melody magic. She uses this magic to go on many grand adventures with her friends of Fairy Tail. Along the way of her adventuring she will experience hardships along with fun and love along with heartbreak. But who ever said adventures were easy?

He’s cold, calculating, and allergic to chaos. She is the chaos. He’s top of the class. She’s Asia’s top model. His best recipes? Pastries and precision. Hers? Tears and total disasters. He wanted peace. She brought pandemonium. But Ice is starting to realize—the hardest part isn’t keeping her out… It’s wanting her to stay. A story of late-night parfait, accidental sleepovers, oven explosions and the kind of chemistry that breaks all the rules— This isn’t love. It’s a disaster waiting to happen. Updates on Friday and Saturday!

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?

(A modern day monarchy and drug lord/mafia love triangle set in Korea).   Historically, it has not gone well when two kings clashed over a woman.  Hae Na Ri, 29 year-old, mysteriously crosses over to another universe, one that is called the Kingdom of Korea, and ruled over by two kings. One is official and the other unofficial. Rich and powerful, both are exactly the kind she hates. But her heart is all she has.  And she will do anything to protect it.  Ryu Ha Joon, 33 year-old, a young king, with the ability to travel between universes, is intrigued by this woman with doe eyes who managed to follow him to his world, something unprecedented.  He never knew he had this ability: To love someone so ferociously.  His heart is set on her.  And he will do anything to keep her by his side. Even if it means deception and ruthlessness.  Kang Tae Oh, 32 year-old, a man with the face of an angel. Known as the King from Wolya, he holds as much power as a king behind the veil, with a renowned drug lord as his father, next in line to be the dangerous Wolya Gang's leader and the owner of the largest club in Seoul where presidents are made and deadly secrets exchanged.  He's always lived detached from others.  Till Na Ri glides into his life.  The King of Wolya would cross any limit for her.  Even if it means a bloodbath.  Two powerful men. Both unwilling to give up power and love.  Hae Na Ri has a tough choice to make.

"You're meant to be the fated mate of the Alpha Triplets." NO WAY. She’s just a human. Weak. Unwanted. Humans don’t have mates, right? And they definitely don’t get picked by the Moon Goddess. Or so she thought. Hazel’s been treated like dirt her whole life—stuck as a human in a powerful wolf family, looked down on by her pack, hated by her own blood, and pushed around by those who were supposed to have her back. She’s the pack’s dirty little secret. But then, something crazy happens. She gets named the Moon Chosen—the sacred mate of not one, but three Alpha brothers: the fierce triplets destined to lead. And that’s just the start of Hazel’s wild ride because she wasn’t meant to be weak. She was born to take charge and Rule... Get ready to see her journey unfold!

Kimberly Theodore, the daughter of a Viscount, and Rafael Grady, the son of the Duke, have been inseparable friends since childhood. Over the years, their bond deepened into love that neither could deny. Rafael vowed to love Kimberly forever - but fate had other plans. When Kimberly hears the shocking news that Rafael has married Princess Charlotte Middleton, daughter of a powerful foreign kingdom, her heart shattered. Rafael feelings for Charlotte are nothing but duty. To keep Kimberly close, he makes her as a mistress. But Kimberly must ask herself: Can love survive when it exists only as a mistress? Will she remain by Rafael side, bound by passion and loyalty, or will she summon the courage to walk away from a man who is married to another? In world of power, duty, and forbidden desire, love is tested, and hearts must choose between loyalty and freedom.

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.

Li Susu dies unfairly and wishes for a second chance, but fate still jokes on her. "Seriously?! Is this the second chance that I am asking for?!" She was born in a world where political struggle was the deadliest. Worst of all, she was born as the ruthless and tyrant Empress Wu Jinmai! She has no one in the world who is scary and full of political schemes. Will she be able to change her faith and live a long and happy life? What kind of sacrifices does she need to make to change her fate? "I hate you; I detest you. You're my greatest nightmare, and marrying you is like a poison that slowly kills me!" Shanguan Zu Jin suppressed his feelings for the people. He had longed for her. He wants to love and spoil her, but fate has changed her. Will his love be rekindled as the tyrant empress suddenly changes? Is there a second chance for his unrequited love, or…? Find out the answers as the story of the tyrant empress and her emperor consort begins. PS: This is purely a work of fiction. Organization, events, situations, and names are purely created by the author's imagination. Thank you.

Snow falls along the coastal road. Ballerina Yoo Jin, carrying the child of her patron Choi Hyun-oh, is struck by a truck and plunges into the sea. When she opens her eyes, she has returned to age fifteen—the year her father took his own life. After sharing her final stage with Dong Ha, the ballerino she once adored, Yoo Jin vows to reject the sweet poison of sponsorship and dance for herself. A tragic ballet of love, obsession, and redemption that transcends time — 〈Odette〉 *** Contact : [email protected]

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING; 18+ only. Explicit scenes, Abuse, Torture, Harassment, assault, steamy and erotic content, murder and vulgar words. Reader’s Discretion is advised.] *.*.* “You are mine Alora,” Ryan confessed, his expression as stoic as ever. His body pressed on mine, caging me in as his strong hands tightly gripped mine. “You belong to me and no one will ever take you away. I own you.” I chuckled dryly. The sound of my bitter  laughter echoed through the empty room. It was raw, brittle and filled with hate. “You pushed me away, Alpha Ryan. You rejected and abused me. You made me a laughing stock and accused my father wrongly and now, you want me back?” “It was a mistake.” He cut me off, eyes dancing in what seems to be remorse but I am unmoved. “Come back to me Alora. I promise that I will treat you right this time. I promise to do right by you.” I pulled my hands away from his grip, a smirk playing on my lips, “You lost the chance to claim me three years ago, Alpha Ryan. Now, I am your Luna Queen and you will bow your head at my feet!” I deadpanned.  ****** Alora Harrington, the Beta’s only daughter is a sweet, kind and loving girl who was cherished by all who knew her until tragedy struck. Weeks before her eighteenth birthday, Alora's parents are murdered in cold blood by her betrothed, Alpha Ryan who claims that her father had committed treason against his family.  He accuses her wrongly, rejects her, tortures her, strips her of her status and makes her a slave in his pack as punishment for her father's mistakes. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, she escapes and bumps into a strange man whom she realizes was her second chance mate. She finds out that he is one of the strongest and most feared Lycan of the seven prominent kingdoms. He is considered a tyrant, fiesty, grumpy, stubborn, intelligent and doesn't show emotional feelings or attachment to anyone due to the fact that he was cursed from birth. Rescued and taken back to his pack, after she is left for dead, Alora plots her revenge against the man that killed her parents and vows to make his life miserable as he had made hers. She enlists the Lycan’s help but he agrees on two conditions;  1. She would not get close to him during a full moon no matter what.  2. She will not fall in love with him. In the midst of the chaos, she learns about her mate's dilemma and tries to help him but what if he doesn't share the same affection and sentiments as she does? Would his grumpy self eventually learn to open up to her? What happens when she finds out his grave secret? Would their relationship be affected by her psychotic ex who wants her back? And what happens when her light finally meets the Lycan King’s darkness? 

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.

The first time Nan Wan saw this man, she knew he had a "sickness," and it was the terminal kind. Coincidentally, she did too. He needed a wife who could help stabilize his career, she needed a husband who could pull her out of hell. He had a criminal record, she had an ex-husband, just perfectly matched. ———— Originally, those disdainful looks gradually turned into envy. ———— One day, a piece of news spread about the beautiful woman of the past passing away, and all the evidence pointed to Mrs. Mu. Everyone speculated that this marriage would come to an end, and even Nan Wan thought so too. However, Mr. Mu said to her, “Wanwan, I need you.” So, the days in prison didn’t seem as unbearable as imagined.