Roman Triangle Novels & Stories

"Alright... what am I supposed to get?" Conor’s grin stretched wide. "That's my girl." He flipped open the old, worn-out book in front of us, turning the pages until he stopped at a symbol etched in thick, black ink. It was a large, dark ring with two triangles meeting at the top in a straight line. Inside the circle, two more triangles—sharp, like a wolf's canines—flanked either side of the line. The image stirred something in me. It felt oddly familiar.

The wounds, that was from yesterday. "Did you show this to your father?" "Yes" "Why haven't you healed yet?" "I'm on punishment. Father wants the wound marks on me since I failed him again. Again Raven has shamed me" Last night, he had been brought home with his shirt dripping so much blood. Raven had cut deep when writing on his back. Carly quickly told their father everything in a rush. Mr Tartal grabbed his shirt and ripped it apart observing the writings. It was in Latin. He knew Latin. He frowned and fell with his back

Something felt off so I counted the digits of his phone number only to discover one digit had been torn out along with the rest that had been torn out. "No," I muttered, getting up from the bench and heading back "this can't be happening". I ran inside and gave the letter to my brother. He teased me as he read and when he was close to the end, he looked up "one digit is missing" "That's the problem" I said, sitting on my bed weakly. He looked at it again "Thankfully, it's just one digit. It saves you the math of permutation and combinations" "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about!"

“A red tattoo depicting a wolf, an axe and a sword?” Roman looked at her, furrowing his brows. “Yes. How did you know that?” “That’s because I’ve seen him before.”

Roman asks in a serious tone. "Do you want to get back with Trisha?" I throw his question back at him. "Nah. She doesn't react the way you do when I mess with her." Roman says with a self-assured smirk. "So you are indeed joking." I say, sighing in relief. "No, I'm not." Roman says with a poker face. "Roman! Stop talking in circles!" I say while stomping my feet on the ground not concerned at the moment if I look like a toddler.

Several event staff were cowering nearby, and they hissed urgently at her now, "Ma'am, Mr. Dorne has yet to collect all the jewelry he bought for you!" She turned to them, meaning to decline, but then Joseph's former adversary suddenly leapt to his feet, battered and bloody. Snatching up a bottle of champagne, he smashed it against the back of Stacy's head. "Damn him! He's going to ruin my life, on the word of that witch?!" the man snarled, full of hatred and fury. "Here's another one of your precious pets, eh? Well, say goodbye to her!" Hot blood flowed down her neck, rapidly staining her white dress crimson. Stacy toppled forwards onto the floor, her mind plunged into the darkness of a sto

His gaze darted to Harley “But I want to make it up to you, To Danica and I wouldn’t mess this up if this is the only chance I get to make this right” Harley swallowed at the mention of Danica, she could hear his heartbeat and from that she could tell that he wasn’t lying. Even without listening alone to the sincerity in his tone, his heart already made it clear that he truly wanted to help. “Roman he is here because he really wants to help, he is the only one that can set us on the right path and without him I don’t think we could start anything….and any more sources could be dangerous” she said to Roman who dropped his cap on the table and ran his fingers in his hair, looking at Grey just

I had mastered the art and craft of failing in everything I do. I walked into the library, my body soaked head to toe, water dripping all over the floors of the library, my brown hair looking wet and not organized, I could see him sitting in a corner. When Lucas had described him, he had done him a great injustice, he was way better looking than the mental picture I had of him, he had all black hair, a tattoo-covered body, he wore black short sleeves with black jeans and black boots. He looked like the human version of a perfectly cut handsome robot, his brows were properly arched and his eyes were coffee brown, his hair was curly and his shoulder was broad, as he stood up and approached me,

"Kiss Suzanna for five minutes or take five shots of beer." Roman rejoices gleefully. "Now that's an easy one." Roman stands and pulls me up. He draws me closer to him that there's not a single mile of distance between us. Our bodies are pressed tightly against each other. He tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear and looks deep into my eyes. Oscar grumbles. "Get on with it guys! It's just a stupid game! Not some stupid telenovella!" But Roman doesn't seem to listen to him.

I was just standing there still, staring at Jonathan, feeling so helpless. When James returned, he began typing his limbs. Jonathan was shrieking in pain, and I couldn't help him. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. I cried silently as my lips quivered. "Bring him into this circle, and then I'll begin the process, and Jonathan should not leave this circle during the whole process." We nodded in agreement as Nora instructed us. James hauled him into the circle and forced him to sit in the centre, and Nora began chanting a mantra.