lovetriangle

Jujube a silent kind of girl planning on spending her two year of school in peace so she could get into her dream university without problem, finds it difficult to achieve that goal when she get involved in the politics of the small town of Albury. Everything unravels when she crosses paths with the most infamous man on campus. Rich, charming, and dangerously self absorbed, he is known for getting what he wants and never facing consequences. A single mistake on Jujube’s part, a police report she never thought would matter, drags him into a murder case from two years ago and puts her directly in his line of sight. Now she has a narcissist watching her every move, a detective obsessed with uncovering the truth, and a past she buried clawing its way back to the surface. As whispers spread across the small town and pressure closes in from all sides, Jujube’s quiet life slips further out of reach, forcing her to confront a truth she has spent years running from.

One crazy night in Vegas. One blurry chapel. One marriage certificate neither of them remembers signing. Elara Kane wakes up married to Damian Voss — the same ruthless CEO who just bought out her company and left her jobless. He wants an annulment yesterday. She wants to strangle him. But two pink lines on a test stick change everything. Now the ice-cold billionaire has a wife he can’t divorce and a baby on the way he never asked for. What starts as a fake marriage to save face turns into something dangerous: Damian can’t keep his hands off her. Every night he claims her, fills her, whispers “mine” like it’s the only word he knows. Elara fights it — she swore she’d never need a man — but every time he’s deep inside her, every time he looks at her belly like it’s his whole world, her heart cracks a little more. Scandal hits hard. The press calls her a gold-digger. The board wants him to choose: empire or family. Old enemies smell blood. And Elara has to decide if the man who ruined her life is worth risking her heart — and her future — all over again. A steamy, addictive ride of accidental vows, surprise pregnancy, and a CEO who’ll burn his world down to keep what’s his.

Seo Jiah gets rejected by her crush for the sixth time — loudly, publicly, and with enough humiliation to make her soul pack its bags and leave the planet. So she swears she’s done with boys. Forever. Period. But then she fails math. And the universe decides to punish her by pairing her with her sworn rival, Yu Enhyeok — the cold, quiet, annoyingly perfect top student who looks at her like she’s a walking equation he refuses to solve. She’s trying to move on. He’s the absolute last person she wants help from. And catching feelings for him? Yeah, that’d be the dumbest move of her entire existence. Yet the more they study together, the more her stupid heart betrays her — and the more his ice-cold exterior starts cracking in ways he can’t hide. Because sometimes the person who makes you craziest… is the one you’re meant to fall for the hardest.

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 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.

Song Yue grew up in Nie Rougang's home, raised and protected by him for eighteen years. She clings to him with her whole heart, but now that she’s grown up, Nie Rougang insists she must move out and return to her grandfather’s house. Song Yue refuses to let go and keeps sneaking back, causing chaos until Nie Rougang finally explodes and drives her out of the villa. Hurt and angry, Song Yue runs away from home with her best friend Lan Xia. With no money and nowhere to stay, the two girls end up taking a part-time job selling adult products in a nightclub. There, Song Yue accidentally provokes Li Meiran—a powerful, dangerous man with a violent temper. Things quickly get out of control, and Li Meiran tries to force himself on her. Just when Song Yue thinks she’s doomed, Nie Rougang storms in with a gun, facing off with Li Meiran in a deadly standoff. Song Yue escapes through a window, but trouble doesn’t end there—the moment she thinks she’s safe, she runs into a furious, ice-cold Nie Rougang, who isn’t done with her yet. A story of obsession, danger, jealousy, and a love that neither side can escape.

Emilia Markham never planned to be queen—especially not to a king everyone fears and no woman survives in his palace. When her family is accused of treason, Emilia makes a bold and reckless choice: She marries King Lucas Rutledge, trading her freedom for their lives. She expects a cold tyrant and a loveless throne. What she doesn’t expect is a palace crawling with jealous women, deadly whispers, and a husband who seems far too interested in provoking her. Lucas is distant, infuriating, and impossible to read. Emilia is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and refuses to play the obedient queen. Their marriage quickly becomes a battle of wills, heated arguments, and dangerous attraction neither of them wants to admit. Surrounded by scheming consorts, a manipulative Queen Mother, and a throne rumored to be cursed, Emilia must learn how to survive royal life without losing herself—or her heart. After all, falling in love with the king who married her for convenience might be the most dangerous move of all.

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?

Isabella Cruz was once known as the number one socialite of Averton City—beautiful, elegant, and engaged to her childhood sweetheart, Brandon Hughes of the wealthy Hughes family. She waited ten years for him, guarded her heart for him, and endured every rumor about his affairs… only to be publicly betrayed by him and her sister, Vanessa. Heartbroken and drunk for the first time in her life, Isabella accidentally stumbles into a hotel suite and crashes straight into the arms of Victor Steele, a cold and powerful CEO with no patience for women. She kisses him in a drunken state and unknowingly gets tangled with a man far more dangerous than she realizes. The next morning, she sneaks out, only to be dragged into a storm at home. Her family is collapsing, her engagement is broken, and everyone believes the worst about her. Brandon tries to shame her, and Vanessa plots to steal her place. But Victor Steele doesn’t forget the woman who crashed into his life. As scandals grow and enemies close in, Isabella must protect herself, rebuild her pride, and figure out why Victor Steele suddenly refuses to let her go. Her fall was dramatic... But her comeback will be even more explosive.

I died. Hit by a truck, classic. Then I woke up and realized two horrifying things: one, I was inside a novel, and two, it was my novel. 'How to Escape My Obsessed CEO'. As the author, I knew every red flag, every tragic ending… and every humiliating love scene. But guess what? I wasn’t reborn as the heroine. Nope. I got the useless side character slot, the one scheduled to die early. My own obsessed billionaire CEO creation, now grinning like a villain in a romcom, is following me everywhere, turning every contract into a marriage proposal and every coffee run into a hostage negotiation. I swear he's not even reading the script. And as if my life wasn't chaotic enough, the actual heroine, my book's supposed star, decided to be my best friend. She gives teasing advices, laughs at my panic, and somehow makes dodging a dangerously handsome billionaire slightly tolerable. I wrote this story to teach people how to escape an obsessed CEO. So why am I the one trapped in it?

“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?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

A beautiful beginning of a captivating modern fairytale. Felicity thought her biggest challenge was surviving her first year at Oxford—until she met Christopher, the charming stranger hiding a royal secret. Between forbidden romance, jealous rivals, and family scandals, freshman year will either break her… or crown her. Felicity Paddington is a girl with big dreams. She loves her family deeply, especially her dad, even though he abandoned her and her mom. She doesn't know why he left, and that question still haunts her. Her heart was once broken by Theodore Owen, and since then, she's kept it guarded. But everything changed when she was accepted into the University of Oxford. That's where she met Christopher Blake_ a prince of England. He's a royal who refuses to be caged by tradition. He spread his wings, lives carefree, and has made his fair share of mistakes. His rebellious spirit often clashed with his father, the King, and when he left the palace to attend university, it only added fuel to the fire. But Christopher loves his family _ despite the tension. And then he meets Felicity.... and suddenly, the world feels different.

(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.

She schemed to have Brandan marry her, and the price was being overpowered! Iris Harris was overwhelmed and, for the sake of her own life, presented a divorce agreement. Who would have thought she'd be pinned against the wall in the blink of an eye? "What are you trying to do..." she asked in panic. "Do you admit it?" "Yes..." "Do you still dare to divorce?" Iris Harris, tears welling up: "I don't dare!"

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.

"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.

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.

What happens when two rivals in their own right are forced to be in the same space? Edmund Alistair, proud heir to the legendary Alistair Entertainment Group, is forced by his father into a position where he’s to be under the supervision of the cold, notorious and disgustingly handsome CEO billionaire, Asher Asbourne. Asher Asbourne, known for disliking company and people in general, initially disagreeing, has no other choice than to accept the offer when he secretly discovers a dirty truth about his father which could put the family business on the verge of collapse. When their two personalities clash, it leaves him questioning everything about the control and composure he has learnt his whole life. And as more time passes in each others company, the lines between rivalry and chemistry start to blur. Asher commits to not exploring those lines no matter how much his control slips. But when a new interest is introduced in the picture, he finds himself craving his black haired demon even more. Will Asher sacrifice his father’s honor for a few moments of pure lust? And will Edmund go the extra mile to make sure he quenches his raging madness for passion and ownership? There’s only one way to find out…..

Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads, however, when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?