Historical Romance Novels With Love Triangles Novels & Stories

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

She had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling too much. “And I love you both,” she said. My fire and my flood. Audrey squeezed both their hands and gripped them tightly. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to be able to meet them. Caspian, who was like a fire, burned right through her with his love and passion. And Killian, who was like a flood, drowned her in his boundless love. They couldn’t be more different and yet similar. I love them beyond any reason or rhyme. And they will forever have my heart.

"What the hell are you babbling about, Cara? Flirting? Are you for real? I-I'm not-" "You are not what?" Her looks seem to slice me in two. "I'm not like what you are thinking. I'm damn straight. Can't you see? I'm hurting right now 'cause I-I'm in love with someone I am not supposed to." [3rd Person Point of View] Cara couldn't understand why she seemed disappointed when Daphne said she was straight. Cara even felt a tightness in her chest when she heard from Daphne that she was in love with someone she shouldn't be—Cara knew that Daphne was referring to Craig.

She knew pink roses stood for being touched, a love declaration, symbolizing first love. Trevon was celebrating the sweet memories of his first love with Lydia. A tribute, a remembrance. So what was with his constant promises not to divorce her? Was he just trying to keep her calm, to prevent her from causing a scene, not to mess with what he had with Lydia? She had already let go. Why was he still messing with her feelings? Lydia, in her dress and diamond tiara, looked stunning, like a princess. His princess. It was a gesture that was truly awe-inspiring. It was the kind of thing that made others green with envy.

I sighed. “I love you,” he blurted. My heart sank. “After five years?” I asked quietly. “That’s the problem, Kath,” he said, frustrated. “I’ve loved you even while I was with Clara. That’s the truth. I never stopped. Even when you rejected me, I still couldn’t let you go. I gave Clara a chance because of you… so I could stay close to your family. A family that was once mine too. Because of you I begged Gary and your mother to give me up. I had plans for us. I still do. If only you’d give me a chance.”

Some stories are written in blood. Some are written in fire. And some… are written in love. Emilia Romano walked through the shadows of a world built on power, betrayal, and violence, and she emerged not broken, but forged. She claimed her crown in war, in survival, and in love. She did not bend to fear, she did not kneel to expectation, and she did not surrender to the whispers of weakness. Lucien Moretti, the man who had been a storm in her life, became her anchor. Together, they forged a bond that was more than passion, more than loyalty, it was fire and steel, tempered in trials, battles, and unspoken desire.

INTRODUCTION TO TRIPLET HEIRS; THE ROMANO'S DAUGHTERS (BOOK TWO OF TRIPLET TEMPTATION) ~~~ Twenty-two years after the events of Triplet Temptation, the legacy of forbidden love lives on through Fiorella, Marcella, and Camilla Romano — identical daughters of Elena and the feared triplet Mafia lords. Raised in power, blood, and silence, the sisters are inseparable yet wildly different. Each has inherited a piece of their parents’ past…. dominance, compassion, danger.

It's either history, military, or supernatural romances. I've never understood why so many people preferred such kinds of novels and genres all that much. Though, I meant that for the latter part. They're basically the same every single time. An average lady meets one sexy, handsome, extraordinary man, or two hot males battle over her, and there's usually some ridiculous drama that brings her further and deeper together with the men, and then she has to choose the obvious decision. Everyone had predicted her decision since the very beginning of the chapter. "And they're usually sequels or fantasy epics," I mumbled to myself.

All that was enough for Joan to refuse his advances now that he wants an actual romance. But Joan could feel it. She was afraid because she could feel it, but it didn't make it disappear. It was akin to the fear she felt at the thought of Asher reading her deleterious article. It was like the rush of excitement she felt that sent her pulse racing when Asher kissed her. And It was a feeling born from more than just a fleeting moment of stimulus. It may have been born since she first set her eyes on Asher.

There was magic, action, drama, shitty ex-fiancees, and love triangles. It was a famous web novel. The story always ended on the cliffhanger. There were a lot of snu-snu moments. The male lead was so frustrating at times that I wished to go into the book and choke him. The female lead, who was so dense despite being from a modern world, made my blood boil at all times. Why couldn't she see the second male lead who was in puppy love with her? She should be with anyone else but that cold-hearted asshole male lead who kept forcing himself on her.