Historical Romance Novels With Love Triangles Novels & Stories

Even when she was mated to two future Alphas, I still clung to hope like an idiot. But instead of backing away, he felt even more driven to stand by her. Mina had changed his love into admiration—into something close to worship. “There’s no body here either,” Nyxon muttered, his voice taut with awe. Roman knelt, pressing his fingers to the burnt earth. “And she’s gone even deeper into Umbra. I’ve underestimated her all along.” Suddenly, a faint sound came from beyond the thicket. The three wolves tensed, catching the scent of fresh blood. They found someone collapsed beneath a fallen tree.

We fucked like that for a long time— passionate, possessive, romantic. The rivalry with Sophia and Brady was only making us need each other more.

Author's note: thank you all for reading through the first phase of the wedding planner, and now welcome to the second phase. The story leaps six months later, Scott returned from his honeymoon, boma's business had tripled since Scott's wedding, and Brandon seeks to win the heart of Boma hart. Will she reciprocate his love?. Can her heartbeat for someone else?. What does destiny hold for the three? Scott/ Boma / Brandon.. ( A love triangle) My characters

Everyone knows that Adria and Ryder have been extremely close, close to the point where it's obvious they're in a relationship with each other even if no one wants to admit it. Hearing that Ryder needs to pick a mate in a couple weeks and the obvious option being Adria made a lot of people mad. Aurora especially. She's been in love with Ryder for as long as she can remember and ever since Adria came, Ryder hasn't had her time anymore, and it was close to the time when she felt like she was making a headway with him. She can't forget the way he shouted at her the first day Adria came. He's never raised his voice at her like that before. She's been trying everything in her means to frustrate A

Also it was adorned with shimmering jewels and a dramatic plume of feathers, making me feel like royalty at a masquerade ball. Anytime I was with Ryan, I felt like a boss, a CEO, I felt in charge and it was great. But when I was with Alexander, he made me feel like a Queen. There were times that he annoyed me so much, but when he tried to be at his best behaviour or tried to impress me, he did make me feel like Royalty, like I could never be compared to other women. It made me feel really good. Was it possible to make Alexander truly love me so that I would enjoy the marriage if it happened?

"Since this is how you see me, then from today onward, we'll go our separate ways. Adrian, this wedding is off." I turned to leave, but Vivian called after me. "Wait, if you're leaving, then return the ring Adrian gave you." She pointed at the ring on my finger. Adrian custom-made this for me. His so-called "true love tests" had started half a year ago and had lasted until now. During that time, I endured endless torment, and there were moments when I wanted to give up. But the last time I brought up breaking up, he lost his temper completely and smashed everything in his house before storming out in a rage.

Eren concluded, while his mind wondered about the life circle Zaman spoke of. “She was a fine woman, Katherina, and because of my selfishness she suffered, I placed her in a love triangle against a Goddess, thinking that once Historia sees her man with another woman, with his children by her side she would let him go, but she didn’t, and because of that she suffered and eventually died.” “I don’t understand!”

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Nico lies back with Marcella on his chest, whispering nonsense to her, smiling every time her fingers curl into his shirt. Riccardo holds Camilla, rocking slightly, his thumb brushing small, steady circles on her back. She’s awake, watching him like she already trusts him completely. But I notice something about my lovers…. None of them stick to just their baby. When Marcella cries, Vincenzo reaches for her. When Camilla stirs? He notices. He doesn’t love only one. He protects all three like a quiet king guarding a fragile empire. Nico is chaos wrapped in devotion.

Loving him was a crime Not a metaphor, not a whispered exaggeration lovers used to feel dangerous. In Averyn, love—when forbidden —was not forgiven. It was answered with death. Swift. Public. Unquestioned. It was a law carved with blood and governed without mercy. Desire was not to be claimed in Averyn, it was regulated strictly with loyalty. Step-siblings, sworn kin, promised women, high-profile individuals, and the commoner: sacred bonds, any romance that crosses these lines is met with the same sentence.