lovetriangle

Three kingdoms, three sisters, three princes, and a web of lies that could destroy them all. Marona, Chiffery, and Zoronus are heirs to crowns steeped in blood and betrayal. Love pursues them, but desire clashes with ambition, and love is never simple. Hidden enemies strike from every shadow, sisters drift apart under the weight of duty, and every choice carries war. In a world where loyalty is fleeting and hearts can be weaponized, the princesses must navigate treachery, forbidden love, and secrets that could topple kingdoms. This is not a fairy tale. This is a storm. And only the strongest will survive.

Sienna Sterling thinks she knows where the danger lies: inside her father's house. Her plan is simple. Use St. Valery’s University as a shield, keep Roman Vane close enough to keep the nightmares away, and survive until she can access her trust fund. But Roman isn't a savior. Their relationship is a battlefield of high highs and brutal lows, fueled by a desperation that blinds them both. While Sienna is busy fighting her own demons, she fails to notice the cracks forming in the people standing right beside her. Maya is drowning in silence. Kai is trapped in a cage of his family’s making. And the lines between friend and enemy are starting to blur. They say tragedy strikes when you least expect it. But sometimes, you watch it happen in slow motion, and by the time you realize who the victim is, it’s already too late.

"Babe!" "What?" He moved closer to Leo and stroked his beards gently. "Are you good?" He asked. "No!" "Why what's the problem?" "Someone's reading our conversations." "What?! Babe tell me who it is. Now!" "Look them there!" Leo says pointing at the reader.......You!! "But..?" Jae starts to say but Leo interrupts. "But what?! It's our private time, come on." He only smiles, and kisses his softly. "Tanjiro says we'd be be stars soon. He's writing an autobiography of our love story. I saw a sneak peak, it's kikda cute." Leo was still fidgeting but he trusts his boyfriend. "Yeah?" He says. "Yeah." Jae responds. "But make you y'all read to the end, and tell people about us or else..." "Chill and relax babe" Jae chuckled."you I'm always the cold one so let me do it. Hey you!, you heard me boyfriend. Better don't disrespect him or else...." Narrator: phew.... I let that go on for a while. Alright, back to the story. Go on.

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.

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.

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.

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.

"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. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Valentino, Raffaele, and Angelo, are the princes of Le Vipere Nere—the most feared Mafia family in Italy. I was just a stripper when Valentino first laid eyes on me. To him, I was supposed to be a fleeting distraction meant for nothing more than a night of passion and sin. But we became so much more. At first I was tangled only in his sheets until his brothers wanted a taste of me. Once they decided I was theirs, there was no escaping. Now I’m trapped between three Mafia heirs who don’t know how to share. They claim me. Worship me. And fuck me until I forget my own name. They make me crave the pain as much as the pleasure. They make me theirs—body, mind, and soul. But the truth is I’m living a lie, and when they discover my secret, this game of lust and obsession might end in blood. Welcome to a story of sin, power, and forbidden desire—where love and hate are separated by nothing more than a single heartbeat.

"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?

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

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.

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.

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.

Hiraya Chavez never dreamt that death would cause her to transmigrate into the body of Carmelita Mendoza, the pretty young neglected pregnant widow of the rich and influential Mendoza family. Known by many names; a ruthless assassin, a masked vigilante, a master of deception, and the cyber mage, Hiraya was a legend both feared and abhorred. She was her own boss and bowed down to no one. But everything changes when Hiraya become the victim of a premeditated explosion. She wakes up in a hospital, with memories that do not belong to her and a friendly-looking nurse addressing her as Carmelita. "Who the hell is Carmelita?" ***** Orphaned at birth and forced to marry into a family that despises her, Carmelita Mendoza endured two miserable years of being married to a drunk, an abusive wife beater and a chronic gambler. Her seemingly pathetic life turns for the worse when her husband dies in a ghastly car accident. On the day of her husband's funeral, a man arrives at the memorial venue, flaunting naked pictures of himself and Carmelita entangled intimately, while claiming he is responsible for her mysterious pregnancy. Branded an adulterer and stripped of her entitlement to her husband's property, Carmelita is banished by her in-laws, with nothing except the torn clothes on her body. Rejected, broken, and depressed, Carmelita decides to take her own life by jumping off a tall building. However, instead of crashing on the cold, concrete floor, her body drops on the roof of a sleek grey Maybach Exelero, parked by the roadside. What would happen when Carmelita, now Hiraya, is confronted by Kendrick Silva - an enigmatic business tycoon and the third heir to the richest family in LampStone- for the damage to his car and for stealing his heart? Would she give love a second chance when she discovers that Ken is the mysterious man responsible for her pregnancy? And most importantly, what would she do to protect her adorable son when Hiraya's past life catches up with her?

Not your regular billionaire romance She had a son with the most dangerous man in the city. And he can never find out. Four years ago, Aurielle Duval spent one reckless night with a stranger— a night that left her with a little boy who has his impossible blue eyes. She never learned his name. He disappeared before sunrise. And she rebuilt her life alone… until the day she walks into an interview at the world’s most powerful company. Its CEO is Kieran D’Angelo. Cold. Untouchable. Ruthless. The man she prayed she would never see again. He doesn’t recognize her— but he watches her, tests her, and claims her as his personal assistant. What Kieran doesn’t know is that Aurielle carries more than his past. She is the erased daughter of the D’Angelo empire— a child they tried to destroy before she ever opened her eyes. And the son she hides? He’s the living proof of a truth that could tear the family apart. When Kieran’s dark, charming cousin Dante returns— obsessed with Aurielle and hungry for power— a dangerous game begins. Love, obsession, and blood collide. And in a family built on lies, the woman they tried to erase may be the one who brings the empire to its knees.

She signed a contract to save her mother’s life… but unknowingly sealed her fate. In a desperate bid to afford her mother’s surgery, Elena Hart signs a contract she doesn’t bother to read, until it’s too late. What she thought was a business agreement turns out to be a marriage contract with cold, calculating billionaire Alexander Reyes, a man who doesn’t believe in love… only business. Her mother lives, but Elena’s freedom dies. Trapped in a loveless arrangement, Elena begins to fall for the man she was never supposed to care about. But Alex has built walls around his heart that seem impossible to break. Then comes Nathan, Alex’s best friend, warm, affectionate, and everything Alex is not. Just as Elena starts questioning her emotions, a shocking secret about Nathan’s identity threatens to shatter everything. Meanwhile, Isabelle watches from the sidelines, quiet, observant, and harboring feelings she hides carefully. Her presence complicates the tangled web of love and loyalty in ways no one expects. As old flames rekindle and hidden truths emerge, Elena must navigate a world of passion, betrayal, and treacherous love.

"Because you are her--Abigail. Your soul is one. Even though I want her to come back to me, if I remember having to sacrifice you, I can't. If only I could choose, I would choose to keep you without sacrificing anyone." 嗯是苏㕶质检总局进啊进啊进

While reading a novel about the toxic relationship between a mother-in-law and her daughter-in-law, I was so furious I almost threw my phone away. I was just a lazy college student, yet somehow I transmigrated into the story— right into the role of the overbearing mother-in-law. Worse still, I was bound to a Good Deeds Point System, forcing me to accumulate kindness points to survive. Knowing the tragic future awaiting this poor daughter-in-law—betrayal, manipulation, and endless suffering—I made a decision. This time, she will not walk that path alone. From that day on, I became a domineering mother-in-law, shielding her from harm, exposing the fake “green tea,” and turning the entire plot upside down. Whoever dares to bully my daughter-in-law— I’ll make sure they regret being born into this story.

Elara’s greatest shame is also her only power. In a dying human village, she hides as a simple herb-witch, secretly using slivers of her forbidden Siphon ability to drain the magical blight poisoning the land—and feeling the monstrous hunger it leaves behind. She is an abomination, hated by both humans and Fae, and exposure means death. When the arrogant and devastatingly powerful Shadow King, Kaelen, arrives to offer a cure for the blight, the price is not gold or land. It is her. A political marriage to secure a fragile alliance. To save her people, Elara agrees, trading her crumbling home for a gilded cage in the treacherous Fae court. Kaelen is lethally beautiful, colder than the shadows he commands, and certain the blight is a human weapon. He takes Elara as his bride not for love, but as a political pawn and a suspect to be broken. Every touch is a threat, every glance a calculated search for her secrets. Trapped in a world of lethal beauty and ancient schemes, Elara must navigate courtly daggers and her husband's icy suspicion while keeping the ravenous power within her firmly locked away. But the blight is not what it seems. As a true, ancient evil stirs, leaving a trail of corpses and corrupted magic, Elara and Kaelen are thrown into a reluctant partnership. The lines between enemy and ally, suspicion and desire, begin to blur. His darkness calls to her hunger, and one kiss could shatter her control, revealing the terrifying truth. As war looms and a conspiracy reaches the throne itself, Elara must make a choice: remain the hidden pawn, or embrace the monstrous power that could save the King who holds her captive—and destroy the fragile bond growing between them.

[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?