Love Triangle Manhwa Novels & Stories

she said. “I’m happy that you accept my gifts now. I just want you to be comfortable and live like a queen,” Pete said. “I’m happy too. I love you,” Jess said as she cuddled against him. Pete was soon fast asleep and Jess looked at him with tenderness. Today, Pete had let her see the soft underbelly that he has kept hidden for so long. She loved that he trusted her enough to be vulnerable with her, but she was confused about the other feelings she was experiencing. Seeing William had really messed with her mind and she now missed him. She couldn’t believe that they were back to this mess again. There was no way she was wandering into the love triangle again!

Did he mean that? This beast really is! He was sitting on the big sofa, he was holding the manhood and up – down his hand there. “Ahh… Lineah…” he moaned. My forehead furrowed. Who is that Lineah ?! I looked down at him as a man. I gulped. Fu*k! I just saw one in person but Carolina has already described that to me. This is different from what Carolina is telling, she says it is small and not fat. It’s different from Theron’s manhood who is tall and fat. Letse!

Eden said and Malakai acted offended. "Ouch. Well played Eden." Malakai said and Eden smiled. She loved their dynamic, how easily they could talk about their shared trauma, it was a connection she had with no one else. "There it is, the beautiful smile I love seeing on my girlfriend. The only smile that would light up my day." Malakai said and caressed Eden's cheeks, Eden leaning into his touch. Two broken souls scarred from the wounds from their demons, playing a dangerous game of love. They were left alone and they found refuge with each other. It's all they ever needed.

My mum always says to love is to suffer, but when I met Justin, life became beautiful and all the suffering I had gone through in the past. Just like every beautiful love story will start, it was one beautiful morning; only that it wasn't a beautiful day, it was raining, raining cats and dogs.

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.

But all I could think about was how Vito’s hands tangled in my hair… Pulling me closer, making me forget everything except the wild rush between us. Caught in a whirlwind of passion and chaos, I knew I was stepping into a world of danger—a world that could swallow me whole. But as Vito’s lips pressed against mine, all I could think about was how much I wanted to stay lost in his embrace, even if it meant breaking Juan’s heart. The night lay before us, filled with raw pleasure and risk. As we surrendered to the chaos, I felt the ties to my old life begin to unravel, setting the stage for a choice that would change everything.

The air smelled of wax, cold stone, and faint wildflower—my scent bleeding into the room from the bond. Tomorrow, Phase Two would begin: Damon — challenge his dominance. Make him want control so badly he loses it. Derek — take away what he values most: certainty. Make him doubt every quiet thought. Drake — feed the dreams until he can’t tell desire from delusion. Seduction for one. Silence for another. Chaos for the last. A love triangle? No. A war triangle. A perfect storm, and I was the eye at its center. Because when a man wants something he can’t have…he becomes dangerous.

#68. For a 100% Winning Rate Although it was a feast of absurd sophistry, his thoughts soon paralyzed at the sweet kiss digging in as Yuhwan softly parted Haneul Jang's robe. Yuhwan vividly engraved red marks on every corner of Haneul Jang's body as if claiming his ownership. As if trying to prove that it was not a dream that would disappear tomorrow, his touch was persistent and hot.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes. Forgive me.” “You’re not backing out of this,” Maddie insisted. “She’s playing you for a fool, Joshua. She doesn’t want you. She wants Marc. I saw it in her eyes.” “Is that true?” Joshua said to me with a hurt tone. “What’s happening to us?” I whimpered. “I thought you loved me.” “Oh, you’re good, bitch,” Maddie chuckled. “That’s enough,” Joshua said. He leaned forward to speak to the driver, “Turn around. Our plans have changed.”

Asking once more, but even deeper than before, she still stands in the corner as the scene once more shifts, where a scream and curse follow. “Have everything, take whatever you want, but I will never you have him.” Into the turn pieces of the absurdity of the entire scene, the moon slowly turns into a red and down unto its bloody crimson color, where the simple taboo is not just an ordinary one. But a deeper fault, the harsh truth and cunning wonders that draw and mark from the truth that it is all lie in love, carnal desire, and a love triangle. “Well then, just how does this game will be played and ends?”