Love Triangle Stories Novels & Stories

Charlotte now believes that love concurs all if you keep believing and fighting for what you want. This is the story of the Tribrid Princess and how she found her loving mate.

"... Whether you agree with me and my life choices or not, this is the reality. I live as... as... one corner of a Triad..." She huffs. "The Love Triangle the oldest story in the book, isn't it. And it always ends badly for someone." "That's true, yes. But the reason for that is that traditionally, there was always the implication... the assumption... that a marriage is made up of only two people. That to have any third party must involve betrayal at some level. That there had to be a loser... "Georgie, that doesn't apply here. Charlotte, Michael and I, the Three of us, entered this marriage with our eyes open and in full agreement that we are happy to live this way."

He makes a vague gesture to us three, before continuing, “and those three can sort themselves out however they please.” I shoot him a small, flustered look. He seems to imply something, and I can easily guess it is about the love triangle I have found myself tied into. I’m not even sure how I got into this mess, but I can’t say it hasn’t been interesting, if not outright entertaining. A man in lust with me and a man in love with me. Though I’ve already made my choice about who I want to be with. Everything is finally settling into place, and I am relieved and thankful for it.

The two sat quietly on the chopper as they flew over the vast blue waters. Carlos couldn't help but rebuke himself. How the hell could he be so careless. He was about to betray Zia, an experience she couldn't go through for a second time, having been broken when Asriel and her brother betrayed her. She was pregnant then, and yet again now that she is expecting her child, the devil had to come between them. " I'm really sorry Zia," Carlos had apologized a thousand times. " That wouldn't have made any changes had she actually succeeded. Who are you really, a little child who can't protect himself, or you are just too trusting since you once loved her," Zia said, her voice rising in pain.

A real life nightmare. Love triangles proved her theory of love being fake. It proved that love led to lies and heartbreak and trust being shattered like a glass vase being thrown away. Breaking into a million little pieces the moment it hit the ground. It was ruined. Broken beyond repair. She knew it was dramatic. It was a love triangle. It wasn’t full of hate or ploys of three people doing all they could to destroy each other. They weren’t enemies- not all of them, at least. Though there were two sides, two people who would be pitted against each other as someone- usually some lost girl was stuck in the middle, torn between two men, had them fight for her. Two halves of her heart beating f

He replied. “Ugh, the reason I can’t tell you is because you’re not going to like the plan, and then you’re going to say or do something stupid, that’s why.” “Are you saying you can’t trust me?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “I trust that, because you love me, you’re going to ruin the entire plan, so please don’t push on the matter anymore.” She said plainly but gently. “Alright, alright, I won’t press further.” “Okay then, back to the party, you hired the hitman, right?” Alice asked.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

There was a few seconds of silence before she burst into laughter, while I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But your love stories become funnier each time you tell me about them. Your life sounds like a movie. First, you told me that your parents arranged a marriage for you; it sounded like something out of a movie where rich folks just marry off their daughters. Then, you talked about Ryan, and he's planning something you have no idea about, yet he refuses to leave you even though he knows how powerful your family is and how they could easily end his life if he tries to meddle with your marriage plans. Then, there's Alexander, who actively tries to make you feel less of yourself like

Earlier. After their heated argument, Adrian had retreated to Italy, seeking solace in his mother’s company and the familiar rhythm of business at Cagliari Industries. The trip was intended to be a period of both personal and professional reflection. It offered him a chance to delve into Ashleigh’s background, to sift through her family’s history and their business dealings. Adrian reminded himself that his primary goal for marrying Ashleigh was to further his own ambitions. Her feelings, whatever they might be, were merely a means to an end. He resolutely chose not to address her probing questions about his emotions, as he had no answers that would satisfy her or himself.

He washed his hands in the sink, then joined the bar for dinner. "So, what are you guys talking about?" Jax asked, chewing quickly. It seemed like he was so hungry that he almost swallowed every mouthful without chewing again. Jace and Jake fell silent with embarrassed faces. For Jax, this was a bizarre sight, considering that his triplet brothers had rarely shown an expression like this before. He glared at his triplets, demanding an explanation. "Jake fell in love with Ann. And I told him that I couldn't leave Ann be monopolized alone because I fell in love with Ann too," Jace explained to Jax.