Story Triangle Novels & Stories

No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordinary family encountering trouble, solving it rationally, protecting each other, and living well. This is the most real, decent, and precious life.

So when Conrad returned to Antriford and attended the company's new product launch, he was confidently holding Kelly in his arms. It was quite a coincidence. Using public opinion and stock prices as leverage, we pressured Jonathan into making a concession. At the same time, it was a triple win. We cut off Conrad's future, sealed Harmon International's fate, and created a rift between Conrad and Jonathan. The so-called perfect love story was just a ploy to fool the public. Jonathan would never suspect the ever-peaceful Horace. He would think all of this was the work of Conrad. As for Conrad, in his excitement, he probably felt like the heavens were helping him.

Maybe she wouldn't have met Ron Diego in the first place and she wouldn't have been entangled in this crazy triangle that she was in. It had been years since she saw Lauren Miller and seeing her on he TV made all her rage and hate for the woman return. She did not know what was going on between Lauren and Ron but she knew on thing and it was that Ron loved her and she was in love with the man too and she was going to do everything in her power to win the man, the man was hers. It didn't matter to Sarah if Ron and Lauren were engaged, things break and that engagement was going to be one of them and she was going to be the one who would break it.

Blake asks, opening the cold bottle the barman just brought. Michael doing the same as Blake said, “It’s a shitshow bro.” “Do tell.” Blake said taking a sip. “Where do I even start.” He took a swig then dropped his bottle on the counter. “Firstly, on my first day on the job, I had to save the boss after she got kidnapped; talk about a useless security detail…” Blake taking in a big gulp as he listens, then gestures the bar guy for some more drinks, and to keep them coming.

Aria looks around and sees all eyes on Emb, now they would start to think that this was true, Emb was already through enough. “I was there”, Aria finds herself saying, she feels the sweat in her palms, “I went to get a cup of milk and was on my way up, when I was all the way up, I heard his footsteps and turned, I stood there waiting for him when he stepped on the rope of his robe, he always forgot to tie it up, so when he stepped on it, he tried to drag it out but unfortunately he missed his step, I tried to help but he was halfway up and I was all the way up, there was nothing I could do”, I repeat the same story I had been saying for a week now, Emb wanted to hear it various times and I h

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.

He says, shrugging, but the arch of his brow remains up. I nod. “I look forward to seeing them again. Alright, well here we go…” I say, subtly trying to control my shaking hands by smoothing down the invisible lines of my skirt until two pairs of hands take mine, and another pair of hands go to my shoulder. I look around at each of them, and all four give me a soft, albeit uneasy, smile or nod of encouragement as I proceed to tell my side of the story, from the moment I escaped the Tribe until Wyatt’s birth, not going into much detail over certain things due to my children standing there. But, it didn’t seem to make much difference as all three men began to lowly growl while Tess’ hand gripp

Darren was drowning, overwhelmed and helpless. Carrie, eager to prove herself, tried to help by using her family's connections. But her shallow understanding of business was no match for the storm they were in. Not only did she fail to fix anything—her interference and poor decisions made everything worse. After several humiliating setbacks, she lost patience. Her frustration turned to anger, and her anger turned on Darren. "This is your fault! You just had to screw around and push Paula away! Now look at us—this mess of a company, and I'm sinking with you! Darren, you're a curse!"

Carl sat on the sofa, downcast and forlorn, his eyes glued onto Kerrigan's perky bottom all the while. After entering my bedroom, Kerrigan told me to lie on the bed as she cuddled up against my chest. It was my first time doing this with a pregnant woman. I was curious as to how her soft and plump body would feel, eager to give it a taste. Kerrigan lay atop my body and said lasciviously, "I'm experiencing a surge of hormones, and they make me feel extra needy. Shanine told me about you. You want this too, don't you? If I get to have a taste of such a powerful man like you, my life would be well-lived."