Fantasy With Love Triangles Novels & Stories

He turns to his right then his left, surveying the environment, strategizing his next plan. He needed to escape from these pests of guards. He then pauses, staring at Annabelle. He could feel his heart struggling to fly out of his chest. His eyes were fixated on the owner of his soul. Her long, wavy and blonde hair made Richard's poetic desire erupt. Her forehead is high making her Rosy and plumpy cheek conspicuous. Her white skin and little lips defined desire and ecstasy. She was of strange beauty, one he had never seen before. The exterior part of the castle had granted him his one and only wish, his wish to find true love.

I turn the knob and step outside, the weight of it all pressing down. A love triangle. Between two brothers. Two. Brothers. Goddess help me... I think I'm doomed.

First I thank God for the opportunities he gave me to write this book, my family for being patient with me and you who have read and followed the book so far, I thank the platform for the space and for accepting my book, this is my first novel, I know I don't master it very well, but this book was inspired by a joke when I moved house, Our neighbor had a ferocious sense of humor, but in the end it was just that, well I don't talk about religion in the book, but I'm a Christian so that's why this novel is light in terms of spicy scenes, I know that many like it, but there are also those who don't, so this book is for both, because there's so much tragedy that there's no time left RS. I needed

Not a word of concern, not the slightest hint she would consider seeing Trevon. She was serious about making a clean break. Looking at Trevon, sprawled on the floor and still whispering 'Madeline', Yahir clicked his tongue in frustration. He could already tell that Trevon's quest to win back Madeline was going to be a long one. 'So, they say, smart people steer clear of love. Anyone trying to talk me into marriage is basically my arch-nemesis,' Yahir thought. Madeline's sleep was anything but peaceful, her dreams a blurry mess of running. She was uncertain if she was trying to shake off someone on her tail or catch up to someone ahead.

This was not supposed to happen, especially not now that I am making arrangements to mate with Alpha Tristan’s daughter to strengthen and increase the wealth of my Pack. Ever since my mate, Anna died while trying to save me in that bloody war, I promised myself never to love another, never to want another… I would be ruthless, unforgiving, deadly, and wealthy. I would bring terror and tears to the hearts of anyone who dared to plot against me, my Pack, and my family.

October leaned her head so that it was now on Alistair's chest. He took a few more strands of her hair between his fingers, enjoying the silky feel of it. "The third dimension belongs to humans, even though a few Lores coexist with them. Simply because they have their other halves there, or because they have denounced who they really are and want a normal life. Then you have fairies and elves in the fourth dimension. This dimension, the fifth, belongs to vampires, were-beings such as werewolves, were-bears, and also witches. Then you have the fates they are the ones to govern over us, living in the sixth. Last, you have the gods in the highest and last dimension."

It's about the impossible choice between a familiar past and an uncertain future, between the ghost she's been chasing and the man who sees her for who she is now. With secrets that unravel, a corporate conspiracy that threatens everything, and a love triangle that will tear your heart in two, He is... Not Him is a journey through the messiness of love, loyalty, and learning to trust again. Trope: Love Triangle, Second Chance Romance, Boss-Employee, Brother's Love Vibe: Emotional, Intense, Full of Angst and Sweetness Will she choose the past she's always loved or the future that's waiting for her? If you enjoy stories that make your heart ache and your soul soar, please give He is... Not Him

After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips. Victor untied her wrists, massaging the faint marks. “The night’s still young,” he murmured against her throat. “And we paid for everything.” Lila shivered—in exhaustion, in anticipation.

He held it up, "I want you on the counter. Blindfolded. And I want to feed you." I swallowed. "That's...the fifth fantasy?" He nodded, "You will love it." I did. I already fucking did.

Vittoria's POV My fingers trembled as I adjusted the hem of my skirt. My mind replaying what had happened between Ricardo and me. His touch, his kiss, and the way he looked at me shocked me more than I would like to admit. For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted. The thought of it was scary to me, I wasn't supposed to develop feelings for Ricardo Lombardi. That wasn't part of the plan. “Get it together Vittoria, This is not some stupid love story.”