lovetriangle

Born and raised in a lab Tristan must figure out how to live and survive in the outside world. To make matters worse he has 4 others to look after. He's the oldest but is always being taken care of, to make sure his lab siblings want for nothing, Tristan will need to make a difficult decision. The goal is to provide for his siblings but he ends up living just like he was groomed to live. On top of everything else, there are four alphas who want to mate with him, and they don't mind sharing. Will Tristan accept his fate? Or will he runaway?

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

​"I taught you how to see the view, Elara. Now, I’ll teach you how it feels to fall." ​A year after the trial that shattered the Vane Foundation, Elara Vance has rebuilt her life. But peace is a fragile illusion. When a single diamond earring—a perfect replica of Julian’s greatest betrayal—appears on her doorstep, she realizes the prison walls are just another blueprint for his obsession. ​From his cell, Julian is playing a deadly new game. He claims his sister, Sophia, has turned the foundation into a global shadow empire and that Elara is the only witness left to silence. ​Caught between a vengeful ex-lover, a cold-blooded sister, and Silas Thorne—a mysterious investigator with a dark vendetta—Elara must learn that the only way to survive the hill is to be the one who levels it. ​The Anchor is back. And this time, she’s holding the detonator.

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.

[This book contains, explicit and mature scenes—no r*pe. Not advised for viewers under 18, protect thy purity] Lance Dixon is drowning in a debt that isn’t his. His parents’ financial mistakes have fallen entirely onto him, and his life has collapsed into a constant struggle to stay afloat. He has never denied what he is. Lance is a masochist, and most people he’s dated couldn’t handle that truth. Every relationship ended the same way, leaving him with needs no one was willing to meet. Everything shifts on a night he drinks too much and ends up venting to a stranger. In a mix of frustration and alcohol, Lance jokes that he’d sell himself to anyone willing to pay off his debt. The stranger, Ansel Lowell, doesn’t brush it off. He asks how much. And when Lance tells him, Ansel offers a deal: three months living under his terms, in exchange for clearing the debt completely. The deal is straightforward and seems almost like relief. But as the days pass, the dynamic between them deepens in ways neither expected. What began as a simple exchange grows into a connection that is far more consuming, and far more dangerous, than either of them intended. [Excerpt] Lance meant to pull away when Ansel stepped closer, but his body didn’t move. Ansel’s hand hovered near his jaw, just close enough to make Lance’s breath catch. “Do you understand what you agreed to?” Ansel asked quietly. Lance swallowed. “You’re paying off my debt. I stay with you for three months. That’s it.” A hint of a smile tugged at Ansel’s mouth, which made him more dangerous because of it. “No, Lance. That’s the surface of it. I want you to hear the truth.” Lance’s pulse stumbled. Ansel leaned in just enough that Lance could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m going to take up space in your life. I’m going to have you when I want you. I’m going to learn every weakness you try to hide, and I will use them. I will claim you, piece by piece, until you can’t tell where your choices end and mine begin.” Lance exhaled shakily. “Do you worst Mr. Lowell, I can handle it.”

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.

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.

In the original story, Seraphine of House Aurelian was the "perfect" villainess—a woman raised to be the Empire's next empress until a Saintess stole the sun from her sky. For her envy and pride, the Goddess marked her with a necrotic "Ink Curse" and she was exiled to the Forbidden Forest, a place where no one survives. Two years later, Seraphine has become a "forest ghost," hiding her face and her shame behind a mask of cold indifference. Her solitude is shattered when Prince Kael of Valenor crashes into her clearing. Kael doesn't see a villainess; he sees a woman of startling emerald eyes and hidden brilliance. The story follows Seraphine’s slow journey from self-loathing to healing as Kael’s unconditional warmth begins to melt her icy walls. But as the "Ink" on her skin begins to change color based on her heart, the world she fled—the Saintess, her regretful family, and her former fiancé—comes searching for the girl they once threw away. It is a tale of how love does not just hide the ink, but rewrites the entire story.

At an elite college, falling for the cold, narcissistic son of a bi-llionaire wasn’t part of the plan, especially when his brother is tied to her mother’s mysterious death. But from the moment Merlina steps into campus, the chemistry is undeniable. He’s detached, arrogant, and everything she should stay away from. Yet no matter how hard she tries, she can’t ignore the pull. She’s here for a degree, but her real mission is uncovering the secrets of her mother’s past at this very school. As sparks fly between her and the guy she should keep her distance from, she’s torn between two things: exposing the truth and protecting her heart from falling for him. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous things get. Anonymous threats, dark secrets, and a guy who’s starting to think her obsession with the past could ruin everything.

"You should forget about me, Kay, because Razel and I are expecting a child," Nadia said with a trembling voice. "Forget about you? That's impossible, Nad, and are you sure the baby is Razel's? What if it's mine?" Kayrav Langit Vianra said firmly. Nadia Namira and Razel Aditamana's married life seemed harmonious, but after the arrival of someone from Nadia's past—who was also her first love—everything changed. Nadia had an accidental one-night stand with Kayrav, and her pregnancy complicated matters in her marriage, especially with the question of whose baby Nadia was actually carrying? Razel's baby—Nadia's lawful husband—or Kayrav's baby, who had also had a one-night stand with her?

Angelina Johnson has always known the value of hard work. Raised in a modest home by a father who poured everything into keeping his small business alive, she learned early on to stand on her own. But while he hoped she’d take over someday, Angelina had dreams that reached beyond their quiet life. Landing a job at Aurum Scents felt like a step in the right direction. The role wasn’t glamorous, but it came with stability, promise—and Carter Hayes. Her boss. Polished, kind, and effortlessly magnetic, he was everything she admired from afar. It started as a harmless crush, something she shared only with her best friend. A small secret that kept her heart occupied and her focus sharp. But life has a strange way of testing what you think you know. When Daniel Viggo enters her world, everything shifts. He’s nothing like Carter. In fact, he’s nothing like anyone she’s ever met. Cold, unreadable, and intimidating in every possible way, Daniel is the kind of man people talk about in hushed tones. He’s powerful, unapproachable—and for some reason, impossibly drawn to her. Wherever she turns, he’s there. Watching. Pushing. Unsettling everything she thought she had under control. As tensions rise and lines blur, Angelina finds herself caught between two forces she can’t escape. One feels like safety. The other feels like chaos. But the deeper she’s pulled in, the harder it becomes to tell the difference. Some choices are easy. Others change everything. And sometimes, the person you should stay away from is the one you can’t stop thinking about.

“If you think dying will make you escape from me, then you've got another thing coming. You can't die, Chip, not without my permission.” *** Here's a piece of advice, if you ever happened to have a crush on your best friend or worse, fall deeply in love with them to the point that you can't imagine what your life would be like without them… don't… and I said DON'T ever tell them how you feel. And why's that? Because you never know what will happen next. He might leave you heartbroken, dejected and full of regret. And the only solution you'll think of to stop these… shitty feelings is to get yourself drunk. And when you finally drink yourself to stupor and completely lose your goddamn mind, you might find the most beautiful, hottest guy you've ever seen and then the only thing in your mind will be to kiss them. Of course it sounds stupidly cliche… ugh… but it did happened to me. I kissed this man. And just when I thought the night couldn't get any worse, he proved me wrong. He gave me the traumatic night of my life. Haunted me to the point of craziness. Made me his slut. Drove me to death. Resurrected me. And made me his slut again. Trust me, there was no escaping this man. He made sure to let me know how powerless and weak I was. How everything and everyone I ever cared about could cease to exist in the twinkling of an eyes. Oh, I forgot. He wasn't human. He's a vampire. Yes, shocker, they do exist. But I prefer to call him The Devil. Because that's what he is. Childish, ruthless, heartless, evil, disgusting… everything all in one. He owns all of me. I know it. He knows it. Everyone knows it. My body, mind and soul… it all belonged to him. But I look so forward to changing that. This Book Is Rated Eighteen. Read At Your Own Discretion. Enjoy

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 wakes beneath the fluorescent lights, broken but alive. Machines hum beside her, but the real wound isn’t her fractured body—it’s her fiancé’s calm confession. They broke up weeks ago, he says. He only came out of duty. And he’s already moved on—with his boss’s daughter. The doctor believes him. The nurses pity her. His best friend nods along, though she catches the hesitation in his eyes—the silent bargain in his glance. Orphaned and alone, she cannot outshout their voices. So she doesn’t. She smiles. She thanks them. She pretends her mind is fogged. But at night, when silence sharpens her loneliness into a blade, she begins to plan. Her revenge will not only cut, but carve: to peel back her fiancé’s lies until his glittering new love sees the truth beneath his ambition, to bend the best friend’s loyalty, and to turn pity into power. Revenge isn’t always cold. Sometimes it’s seductive. And soon, she’ll be the one holding the knife.

“I want a divorce,” Nathaniel said with no emotions. I was shocked at how callus he could be. I didn’t get a chance to tell him about my pregnancy. After five years of marriage, I still couldn't warm his heart. I understood I would never be able to replace my sister in his heart. “Fine. Let’s divorce then.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I, Zara Moore, married my brother-in-law to fulfil my dying sister’s last wish. I poured my heart into this marriage, cared for him, and loved his son like my own, hoping that one day, he might return my feelings. It was only my wishful thought. I ended up being killed in my past life. Reborn, I could see the truth clearly. To him, I was a promise he made to his first love. Tired of being just an obligation, I decided to leave him and not tell him about the child in my womb. But with tearful eyes, he pleaded for one more chance. ~~~~~~~~~~~ “Don’t bring up divorce,” Nathaniel growled, his cold gaze fixed on me. “I am done with this emotionless marriage,” I retaliated. "What about the promise you made?" He hissed, squeezing my arm. I gritted my teeth. “I tried to warm your heart for five years, but I failed. I don’t want to keep doing this.” His expression changed, his eyes pleading. “Give me a chance. I’ll make up to you.” I stared at him, stunned. He clearly didn’t love me. Why was he unwilling to let me go? ~~~~~~~~~~ You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - completed. My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - completed Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously - Ongoing, daily updated

Some monsters wear the gentlest masks. Nana Anderson has known Xavier since childhood—her sleepy, protective best friend who catches butterflies with her and lets her braid his silver hair. He's calm, soft-spoken, and always there when she needs him. He's her safe place in a chaotic world. But Xavier is hiding a monster behind those arctic blue eyes. By day, he's a drowsy college student who naps on her lap. By night, he's the Shen devil's—the most feared mafia lord in the underground, with blood on his hands and an empire built on violence. Every scar hidden beneath his clothes tells a story Nana can never know. Every gentle touch is a lie wrapped in truth.Xavier has loved her since they were children, and he'll burn the entire city down to keep her safe. Even if it means lying to her every single day. Even if it means becoming more monster than man. But when Nana begins noticing the cracks in his carefully constructed mask—the unexplained injuries, the suspicious absences, the stitches hidden under makeup—she's forced to confront a terrifying question: Who is the boy she's loved her whole life? And when Rafayel enters her world—a charming artist with a perfect smile and his own dark secrets—Nana finds herself caught between two monsters who both claim to love her. One who would die to protect her. One who would kill to possess her. Both hiding behind beautiful lies. In a world painted in blood and butterflies, can love survive the truth?

An exiled princess, a poisoned husband, and a battle for power—Eirian Soliel refuses to be forgotten, but can she turn a cold marriage into a fiery alliance before it’s too late? First cousin to the King and the darling of the Court of Sorrow, Eirian has spent most of her life indulging all her whims and fantasies under the protection of her royal blood, but when her father’s sudden re-marriage results in a son, she finds herself suddenly shuffled aside. On top of that, her longtime on-and-off romantic partner suddenly betrays her. Instead of proposing to her, he shows up to her birthday ball, married to a low-ranked Lady without a word of warning. Eirian’s life is upended, and her stepmother succeeds in exiling her into an arranged marriage with a general who never leaves the distant borderland. Regimented, completely disinterested in the capitol and the Court, and dying from a poison no one can identify, her new husband would rather continue his simple life with his mistress than welcome his new wife, but Eirian refuses to go down without fight. Determined to make a place for herself if she cannot find one, Eirian finds herself facing an enemy she never expected, and she underestimates her shy, gentle husband. Will the General fall for his vivacious Princess, or will Eirian be set aside again?

Kamaya Chantasiri and Naliya Wongchai’s friendship blossoms into something deeper during Maya’s sophomore year, after Liya’s family returns to Bangkok to rebuild their fashion brand through a partnership with Maya’s family company, Sĩrĩ Navari. but when a leaked video exposes their secret relationship, the scandal destroys everything. Liya is forced back to the United States, leaving Maya heartbroken and powerless under her father’s control. Determined to take control of her own life, Maya focuses on graduating, proving herself worthy, and building the power she needs to fight for her future. But when the prestigious Thailand Luxury Excellence Awards is announced, both families enter the competition, setting up a high-stakes rivalry that will determine which brand dominates the industry. As Maya prepares to lead her family’s company to victory, one question remains: when Liya returns, will Maya be strong enough to fight for them both? This is a story about love, power, and choosing yourself when the world tries to choose for you.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​