One Piece Florian Triangle Monster Novels & Stories

Ernest West left the courtroom with wings on his feet. Leaving Don James was, in Ernest's opinion, the best thing he had ever done for himself. No more tense silences. No more Don's silent, smothering adoration. Ernest had been released. Three years have passed since then. Now, what once was the best choice has turned into a noose around their necks. There is a sinister provision buried within the small print of the divorce papers that Ernest's attorney overlooked; they are obligated to live together and manage the small beach hotel that they used to own as a couple for an entire year. Thus, Ernest finds himself back amid the groaning wooden boards and salty panes of glass within the walls of where their love once withered away. However, Don is no longer the same weak and longing man that Ernest abandoned. He now stands as an intimidating pillar of cold indifference, forged by the stony resolve and lack of concern. Not even a passing glance comes from Don’s green eyes, which regard Ernest with only polite reserve. A year of closeness. A year of unresolved tension. A year of dealing with each and every lie that Ernest tried to bury beneath "irreconcilable differences." In the beginning, the plan is a silent battle—appointments stuck to the fridge, dinners taken in different corners of the house. Yet, there’s something about closeness that reveals the whole truth. Ernest discovers the picture albums that Don never discarded. He listens to telephone conversations in the dead of night that reveal the loneliness he feels himself. And gradually, painfully, he discovers that the greatest error made wasn’t the separation. It was letting Don leave.

Lila Harper gave the Black quadruplets her virginity, her loyalty, her soul. Ethan, Marcus, Callum, and Davian were supposed to be her fated mates, destined to share her, protect her, love her. Instead, they rejected her on her eighteenth birthday, called her weak, and threw her out to die. Three years later, she's back and she's not the broken omega they discarded. Something happened the night they severed the bond, something that rewrote her from the inside out. Now she walks through Blackwood Territory with power that makes Alphas kneel and a hunger that won't stop until she's taken everything they love. The quadruplets want her back. The bond is screaming to reconnect. But Lila didn't survive the rejection to fall into their arms again. She survived to watch them beg. And when four Alphas who've never begged for anything start crawling back to the mate they destroyed? That's when the real violence begins.

Soulmates. Everyone, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, would have the names of their soulmates appear on their left or right wrist in a light grey ink that turned red when you meet them. Should your soulmates die then their name would turn white. *** *** Luca stood staring down at the water below him as he stood on the thick cement railing of the bridge. Looking down at his wrists he traced the names Williams Roswell and Jedidiah Roswell, the names of his soulmates who he had yet to meet. “I’m sorry,” He sobbed. “I can’t do it anymore. You both will be better off without me, you don’t need me… I’m nothing…”. “Goodbye.” He dropped his hands to his sides and took a deep breath then jumped in.

After my younger brother died, my parents and grandfather all killed themselves. Each of them died in a different way, but they shared one thing in common: Before their deaths, every one of them had read my brother's suicide note. And in that note, there was only a single sentence. Reporters fought for a chance to interview me. The police interrogated me overnight. Countless people wanted to know what that sentence said. But I never told anyone. Until the tenth anniversary of my brother's death, when I saw a figure standing in front of his grave. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of excitement. Because I knew my turn had finally come.

"Where I'm I?" I asked myself as I looked around to see I could see any form of life around me. I began walking back, I tried to retrace my steps and go back to the pack, back to Orion, Elijah and Henry. I was a fool to let Liam's words get to me like that. I have heard of what other packs do wolves without packs, mostly females. The warriors at the pack gate had gotten a whiff of my scent; they howled to inform the others that there was an intruder. I kept running, I was so focused on escaping the fangs of my pursuers, that I failed to pay attention to my environment. I tripped on a rock and fell to the ground, I was terrified. The wolves were already over me, I was about to be killed. I heard another howl. The wolf was outnumbered three to one, but he managed to overpower the other three. I saw an opportunity to run and I did. “What is the problem? we would get killed if we stayed there a bit longer!" "Mate, don't let them kill mate." My wolf cried, I was a bit lost. I clearly know that my mate is Liam despite him rejecting me. As the wolves prepared to attack, we heard someone yell; "Enough!!!" The three wolves stopped dead on their tracks. I turned to see that it was a member of their pack, and it seemed that he was the beta of their pack. "Don't fight him, Never in my life would I have killed one of Orion Blackthorn's sons." The beta said as he transformed into a huge brown wolf. "Now, Liam Blackburn, let's dance." Did I just hear Liam? Why did he come to save me?”

“Freya is too fat. Too plain. Too pathetic to be my Luna.” Those were Prince Lucian's words the night before their mating ceremony— right before Freya caught him in bed with her prettier, perfect sister Lilith. Shattered and desperate, Freya did something reckless: she spent a wild night with a mysterious stranger, giving him everything she'd saved for her mate. That stranger turned out to be Damien Hamilton— the infamous playboy and son of Alpha Kendrick Hamilton. Freya's father's greatest enemy. The day couldn't get any worse right? But when she crashed into his twin brother Dante while fleeing the hotel, her wolf screamed one word that destroyed her… MATE. Now she's caught between two dangerous brothers. Damien, who touched her body before her heart and Dante, who owns her soul but refuses to claim it. Both sons of the Alpha who destroyed her family and now both brothers want to claim her. Banished by her father. Hunted by her sister. Desired by two powerful twins who should be her enemies. Freya must transform from the pack's rejected daughter into something deadly— an Alpha who will rewrite every rule. Can Freya trust the brothers whose father destroyed her family? And when the Moon Goddess offers her both twins as mates, will accepting them make her powerful... or mark her for death?

I had no choice but to become the partner of a mafia boss with an incubus bloodline when his heat cycle began. To my surprise, Lionel Andrus and I got along better than I ever imagined. Every night, he held me close, craving more of me, as if we were made for each other. But right before we got our marriage license, my jealous sister, Tracy Rowe, tried to talk me out of it. "Incubi are born flirts," she warned. "How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside." In my last life, I had believed her. I called off my engagement with Lionel and, through her introduction, married a "nice guy" named Jamie Stephenson. After we married, Jamie cheated on me and gave me STDs. Desperate, I went to Tracy's house to ask for help. She turned me away with disgust. "You couldn't control your husband and ended up sick, and you actually came asking me for money? How dare you! You have no self-respect. You don't deserve to be my sister!" Right then, she publicly cut ties with me. Even our parents sided with her, calling me a disgrace and refusing to let me step inside the house. In the end, I couldn't take the pain anymore and ended up hanging myself. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Tracy told me not to marry Lionel.

With her father's design company bankrupt and her mother's medical bills crushing her, Elara Quinn had 72 hours before she loses everything. Then Lucien Blackwood walks into her office with an insane offer: marry him for one year, get paid $3 million and save everything. The catch? A contract. Lucien needed a wife to secure his inheritance after his grandfather's will trapped him with a deadline to get married before the age of thirty three. He needs someone who would marry him. Someone desperate enough to follow the contract but proud enough to make it believable. Someone he could never actually fall for. Elara needed money while Lucien needed a wife. It was supposed to be clean and transactional. Until it wasn't. Denying their bond could cost them their happiness. Admitting it could cost them everything else. Can love rewrite a marriage built on rules? What happens when the cursed clause becomes the only truth that matters?

My mom bought me a house with zero down payment. For five years, I scrimped and saved until I finally paid off the mortgage. But then, she told me she wanted to transfer the house to her first love's son to use as his wedding home. When I said no, she pulled out the property deed and slapped it down in front of me. "The house is in my name. I'll give it to whoever I want. You'd better hand it over willingly, or don't blame me for forgetting we're family." So I pulled out another deed—this one with my name on it—and called 911. "Hello? I'd like to report a trespasser."

I accidentally spent the night with a wealthy heiress from Kingscourt after she was drugged. The next morning, I panicked and slipped away before she woke up. The following day, her childhood friend came to find me. He handed me a check for one million dollars and told me to leave the country. My eyes practically lit up. Just as I was about to take the check, I suddenly heard his thoughts. "Once he accepts the money, I'll report him for extortion and send him straight to prison. "Then I'll tell Valerie Cooper that I was the man from that night, marry into the family myself, and let him rot in jail." A chill ran down my spine. Well, he should've said so earlier. I can still tell the difference between one million dollars... and a lifetime of wealth and luxury.