lovetriangle

I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.

Killed during a brutal attack on his pack, Damien Grant, the fierce Alpha King who had spent his life fighting, lies dying, haunted by a single regret: in the end, who protects an Alpha? Who fights for him? With his final breath, he wishes for rebirth as an ordinary man, someone fragile enough to be cherished and shielded from the world's cruelty. His wish is granted in the most unexpected way. He awakens in the body of Damian Grant, a sensitive high school teenage boy, openly gay, relentlessly bullied for it, and driven to end his own life in despair. Now trapped in this vulnerable human form, the Alpha understands the true meaning of truly being helpless. However, everything changes when he catches the eye of Zayn Hale, the school's star athlete. Zayn is drawn inexplicably to the quiet new boy. But he's scared to make a move. He watches from a distance, unsure if he should intervene or not. When he finally decides to, it seems Damian had already found his Knight. Now the Alpha must choose between Ethan Brown, the knight who had stepped up to save him, or the school's heartthrob, Zayn Hale.

For Perseus and Gemini, "Oh, for the love of God, will you shut up already!" might've not been the most conventional opening line for their romantic first encounter or their 'love at first sight' origin story, then again; not all happily-ever-afters has to start with any of those things. Sometimes, a shot at forever starts with a spark of irritation, a truck-load of confusion, a dash of frustration, and a whole lot of attitude!

“You’re eighteen now?” he whispers, his fingers brushing her lips. “Then don’t run from me this time.” Elara thought the kiss was nothing serious, just a silly dare with a dangerously handsome stranger in a bar. One kiss. One moment. Yet neither of them could forget it. The next day, that same stranger walks into her house… His name is Anderson. Her stepbrother-to-be. Her new teacher. Her first mistake… and the one she wants to make again. He tells her to stay away. He tells her they crossed a line. He says it can never happen again. But the minute Elara turns eighteen, everything changes. His control cracks. His jealousy burns. And the boy who once told her “no”… starts kissing her like she already belongs in his bed. Dangerous. Forbidden. Addictive. Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed, but he’s ready to cross every single one for her.

Willow wakes in a hospital bed broken, medicated, and alone. She is told her life ended weeks ago. Her fiancé stands beside her and calmly explains that they broke up before the accident. That the separation was mutual. That he stayed only out of decency. He is already with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and he speaks as if this has always been the truth. The room accepts it. Doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion. Nurses soften their voices. The same explanation is repeated with quiet confidence until it begins to sound official. Documented. Settled. Then Willow looks to the one person who might contradict him. He does not. Her fiancé’s closest friend who despises her, says nothing. He simply nods once. A small, controlled gesture that confirms everything without saying a word. With that, the past closes. Every detail they recount contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks erased. Conversations rewritten. A relationship reassigned without her consent. If she protests, she will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. She will sound unstable. Emotional. Confused. So she stays silent. And in that silence, something colder begins to form. Why would her fiancé need the past rewritten now, when she cannot safely object. Why would his closest friend choose this moment to agree. And what was decided about her while she lay unconscious. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance. Some knives do not need to be seen. They cut because no one hears them move.

Iren Hale signs the contract because he has no choice. Drowning in debt and facing consequences he can’t escape, he accepts a deal offered by Kael Ardent a powerful man who doesn’t explain much and doesn’t ask twice. The terms are simple on paper stability, protection, discretion. What the contract doesn’t say is how completely it will rearrange Iren’s life. Kael doesn’t demand affection. He doesn’t force intimacy. He only assumes obedience. Control comes quietly through routines, rules framed as care, and choices that stop feeling like choices at all. Iren tells himself it’s temporary. That he’s trading time for safety. That this isn’t ownership. But when the contract begins to feel safer than freedom, and walking away hurts more than staying, Iren realizes the real danger was never the paper he signed. It was the man who believed consent, once given, never expires.

After her fiancé, Anthony Collins, disappears at sea during a violent storm, airline captain Serene Clarke is left suspended between survival and surrender. The ocean that took him becomes the only place where she still feels close to him. When the search is called off and Anthony is presumed dead, Serene’s grief quietly consumes her. She returns to flying, moves through life with precision and discipline, and learns how to function without truly living. At night, she rents a yacht and drifts to the exact coordinates where Anthony vanished, letting the sea hold the weight of everything she refuses to release. Kai Angelo Parker, a marine biologist, diver, and former Olympic swimmer, notices Serene long before she notices him. He recognizes the danger in her rituals and the resignation in her eyes. When Serene finally gives in to the pull of the ocean, believing Anthony is still somewhere beneath the waves, Kai pulls her back from drowning. He saves her life without knowing her story, and she leaves without gratitude, shaken, exposed, and furious at being seen. Yet their paths continue to cross, and slowly, without pressure or expectation, Kai becomes a steady presence in her life. He doesn’t try to replace Anthony. He waits. Over time, Serene begins to heal, learning to dive instead of sink, to breathe instead of disappear. What grows between them is quiet, unforced, and rooted in patience. Just as Serene is finally ready to name what they have and choose a future, the impossible happens. Anthony comes back. He survived the storm, drifting to a remote island where he lived for years with no memory of who he was. When his identity is finally restored, he returns to San Diego, and Serene chooses him out of loyalty, history, and unresolved grief. Kai steps aside without argument, preparing himself to let her go. As wedding plans resume, Serene realizes she is no longer happy. Her heart belongs to Kai, but she cannot bring herself to shatter Anthony after everything he has endured. When the truth finally surfaces through an honest conversation between Anthony and Kai, Anthony understands that while he survived the ocean, Serene survived losing him. Their chapter has ended. In an act of quiet love, Anthony releases Serene and sends her toward the man who taught her how to live again. Serene runs, still in her pilot uniform, to Kai’s door, believing she may already be too late. What follows is a confession spoken through tears, courage, and choice. Five years later, Serene and Kai are married, living in a beach house surrounded by coconut trees, raising their daughter Isla Kailani, whose name carries the meaning of island, ocean, and sky. The ocean that once called Serene to disappear now reminds her of where she learned how to stay. Dive is a story about grief and survival, about love that waits, love that lets go, and love that chooses life, not because it is easy, but because it is honest.

Ever wondered what you'd do if you were dropped into a shitty novel as the girl who's scheduled to die? No magic system. No second chances. No comforting narration assuring you everything happens for a reason. Just bad writing and worse men But if this world thinks it can erase me quietly, it has misunderstood the assignment. I don't belong to its romance, its tragedy, or its redemption arc. I am a foreign object in its machinery. And stories break when something refuses to fit.

“Finally, we have something special. A matched set, if you will. An omega and her pup. The mother’s a rogue, freshly severed, which as many of you know makes her quite the omen. And the child, well, she’s young and trainable. Together, they make a fascinating package.” No. No, no, no. A guard grabbed my arm, shoving me toward the stage. Another one carried Nora, who was screaming and reaching for me, and I knew this night was about to change our lives forever. I just didn’t realize how much. ----- Dionne Parker has spent her entire life being invisible, just another omega servant scrubbing floors and swallowing insults. She’s survived the Bloodmoon Pack by keeping her head down, her mouth shut and her daughter alive. But when she’s framed for a crime she didn’t commit, survival means running… straight into the hands of traffickers where her life takes the worst turn. Standing on that auction stage under blinding lights, listening to strangers bid on their lives, Dionne thinks this is the end. Until a voice cuts through the chaos with an offer no one can match. Her buyer is Kael, the five-hundred-year-old Lycan King whose reputation is built on blood and brutality. Cursed by dark magic and barely holding onto his humanity, he’s the last person Dionne should be around. But the moment he sees her, his beast who has been violent and uncontrollable for three centuries, goes completely still. As if it’s been waiting for her. Now Dionne is trapped in a castle with a king who’s barely holding onto his humanity, enemies who are closing in from every corner, and a shadow who’s been organizing her destruction from the start. Will she survive when her past and present collide, or will the love meant to save her become the weapon that destroys them both?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Legend of Leviticus In a world where memory cuts deeper than the present, Legend of Leviticus traces the haunted steps of a man entangled in the echoes of his past. Bound to the House of Fellowship, Leviticus is a devoted figure in the faith of Serenism but devotion has never shielded him from the ghosts that follow. Through shifting relationships, a hunger for power, and the quiet ache of unresolved wounds, he tells his story—not to be redeemed, but to be understood

When Suman moved from Delhi to Mumbai, everything in her life seemed to fall into place — dreams, career, and a stable routine. But then she collides with Rivaan — a reckless, temperamental, and mysterious boy who treats life like a game. At their first meeting, Suman mistakes him for a thief, and from there begins a story full of confusion, where the lines between hatred and attraction slowly start to blur. Will two travelers from entirely different paths become each other’s destination? Or will life once again turn them into strangers?

I was a desperate, debt-drowned computer-science student when Selene Kade Rowan, the most feared billionaire CEO on the continent, made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: tutor her seventeen-year-old genius daughter, Aurelia. One rule, carved in ice: “Lay a finger on her and I’ll erase you from this earth.” Selene broke it first. It started with a midnight glass of water in her kitchen. Ended with me pinned against marble countertops, her manicured nails drawing blood down my back while her daughter slept upstairs. She took my virginity the same way she took companies fast, totally, and without mercy, and paid me enough to keep my family from living in a car. I became the secret she couldn’t quit. She became the devil who owned my survival. Then Aurelia started to melt. The untouchable prodigy who treated feelings like viruses began lingering after lessons. A brush of fingers over code. A stare that lasted too long. When she followed me to university the next semester, the air between us turned flammable. I told myself I could handle both. I was wrong. One rain-drenched night during campus festival, Aurelia kissed me like the world was ending and whispered the childhood nickname only I was ever allowed to use. Someone filmed it. Someone sent it straight to Selene. Now the queen knows her princess has stolen her favourite toy. Selene doesn’t lose. Ever. And I’m the only thing both mother and daughter refuse to give up. In a war where money buys silence and love is the deadliest weapon, I’m the broke kid caught in the crossfire between a ruthless empress and the girl who makes me feel like I’m worth more than the price on my head. “One pays my debts with millions. The other is making me forget I ever had any.” I crossed every line they drew. Now they’re drawing new ones in blood. Warning: Dark, explicit, and unapologetically messy. Age-gap. Power imbalance. Taboo as hell. No heroes. No forgiveness. Only consequences. Reader, if you had to choose the woman who owns your life, or the girl who makes you want to burn it all down Which poison would you swallow?

Clara's dream was simple: a degree for a farm. She didn't come to the city for luxury or love, but she found both in the company of Sam, Danny, and Lucas. At first, they were her protectors, her friends, and her guides to a world she didn't understand. But beneath the surface of their perfect friendship lies a toxic secret. As attraction turns to fixation, the three men find themselves locked in a battle of wills that none of them are willing to lose. For Clara, the men she trusted are no longer her roommates- they are rivals in a war of possesion where she is the ultimate prize.

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.

Not everyone notices the same things. Not everyone sees the girl who smiles softly in the hallways, who listens more than she speaks, who carries more than she lets on. This is the story of a life unfolding—one quiet day at a time, one friendship at a time, one choice at a time—toward a self she has yet to meet.

Title: The CEO’s Secret Heiress (Sub-title: Love, Chaos, and the Crazy Friend) Synopsis: The story follows Riya, a fierce and independent woman who hides her identity as the daughter of a powerful tycoon to make her own mark in the world. She works as a personal assistant to a cold and stern CEO. However, her professional life turns into a rollercoaster when her eccentric childhood friend, Adis, enters the scene with his unpredictable antics. The plot thickens as a hidden rivalry with Aryan, Riya's cousin who seeks to grab her family's fortune, leads to a dangerous confrontation. Riya, the CEO, and Adis find themselves trapped in an abandoned warehouse. In a mix of hilarious bickering and high-stakes tension, Riya uses her wit and bravery to outsmart the villains—leading to a thrilling escape and a passionate confession from the CEO. From intense office romance to a daring rescue mission, the story explores whether Riya can balance her ambitious career goals with the chaotic love life that has suddenly surrounded her. It is a tale of empowerment, loyalty, and finding love in the most unexpected situations. Key Highlights: The Power Dynamic: A stern CEO falling for his bold and brilliant assistant. The Third Wheel: Adis, the comedic "crazy" friend who adds flavor and chaos to every scene. The Climax: A high-octane escape from a warehouse involving a "forced" kiss prank and a clever takedown of the villain. Theme: A journey of self-respect, where the heroine chooses her career path before walking down the aisle.

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

Maria Romanova lost everything in a single betrayal—her family, her fortune, her freedom. To save what remains of her name, she is forced into a marriage she never chose… to Mikhail Dragunov, the ruthless heir of a private Russian dynasty. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Their marriage is not built on love, but control and leverage. Every glance is a challenge. Every command is a test. And every punishment is designed to remind her who truly holds power. But Maria is not as fragile as he expects. A spark of fire burns within her—one Mikhail has yet to fully tame. As obsession replaces indifference and control begins to crack, she must decide: submit to the man who owns her future… or become the one thing he never planned for—his weakness. In a world where loyalty is currency, and love is a liability, one wrong move could cost her everything… including her heart.

This feelings of love are Deception of mind. I am not sure if I can love second time. - Tanmay I rather choose myself than this self destroying love of yours. -Shreya If you love the story, let me know, comment in review section. Give likes and power stones. Have a Happy day❤️.