The Vanishing Triangle Book Novels & Stories

"Don't ever enter my study again. You're not allowed to touch anything in my room again!" Back then, Liam had spoken to me with a dark expression on his face. Yet, when he turned to hold up the crystal ball, his eyes had been filled with infinite tenderness. He'd shoved me to the floor. When I looked up at him, I unintentionally caught sight of the inscription carved into the base of the crystal ball—"From: Vivi". I thought back to the rather platonic love that Liam and I had shared over the past six years. Liam would say he liked me very much every time, but he would only ever go as far as staring at my lips and holding my hand.

And as they wandered through the halls, they couldn't help but long for the simplicity of their former life, where love and laughter had been more precious than any material possession. As they retreated into the solitude of their own thoughts, the triplets found themselves grappling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, they were awestruck by the sheer magnificence of Welbeck's mansion, overwhelmed by the opulence that surrounded them. But on the other hand, they couldn't shake the feeling of longing for the warmth and familiarity of their previous home, where memories of laughter and love still lingered in the air.

Cela just smiled. The viewing starts in a few minutes. Everyone gets ready to take their seats. Almost everyone came except for Nate. Good thing, Lora didn’t tell Cela about her invitation. It was supposed to be a surprise for her but fate surely has a different plan for the night. A mix of emotions sweeps the viewers of the TV adaptation of the book. It’s the last of the three in the series and it’s quite different from the first two stories that were carefully planned.

The living room of the house was destroyed as the twins battled back and forth. The house shook as Giovanni slammed Genesis against the wall as the cracking sound of bones was heard. All their humanity had faded, at this moment, they didn’t see one another as brothers anymore. This was a battle, a battle to the death. Slamming his head against Giovanni’s sent him stumbling back, allowing Genesis to slash his claws against Giovanni’s chest before kicking him backward.

“No. The last entry was about Thea. She said that Thea is coming for her and she won’t be able to win against her, so she’s going to seal the journal so no one but a witch of her bloodline can read it.” “What about that Cornelia woman?” I implore suspiciously. “Thalia wrote that she’s leaving everything to her sister. What I found suspicious is that after she wrote about that ‘young Undead’ and what he had done to my grandmother – she makes air quotes with her fingers – she said he disappeared. Then there was no other mention of the guy.” “You think he’s alive…” I conclude. “Yeah.” I only nod at her, too worried about my sweet mate to bother asking about anything else. Ivy’s been crying into

Daniel’s gaze met mine, then he frowned. Edward's eyes met mine, and his smirk faded. "This isn't over, Vanessa." Edward said, storming out of Daniel’s penthouse. I gulped hard, realizing he wasn't talking about the gala. But, at the very least, I'd bought myself some time. A/N Hi loves, what are your thoughts on the love triangle between Vanessa, Edward and Daniel?

I demonstrated, breathing in slowly, and felt her shuddering inhale against me as she tried to match my rhythm. When she finally pulled back, I searched her face. “Now tell me what’s wrong. Why are you so upset?” “Everything is ruined, Lisa.” Her voice was hollow, ancient, nothing like my mother’s usual warm tones. “I thought running would be enough. I changed our names, erased our trail, moved us across continents. I thought if we went far enough, if I buried our scent deep enough, he’d never find us.” She gripped my arms, her fingers trembling but strong enough to leave bruises. “But he’s coming. I can feel him in my blood, in the very air we breathe. The bond never truly breaks.”

I had wanted to destroy him, and now, thanks to the three men in this house, Richard was completely erased from the board. "I won," I whispered, a small, breathless laugh escaping my lips. "We won, darling," Caleb corrected, materializing right beside me. He slid his hand around my waist, his long fingers anchoring me to his hip with a sudden, sharp possessiveness. "But a victory celebration in this house requires a proper tribute." I looked from Caleb’s perverted, beautiful smile to Ethan’s frozen, intense gaze. A sudden realization hit me, making my blood run cold. "The contract," I stammered, trying to step back, but Caleb’s grip tightened significantly. "The agreement was that you would

Then timing. At exactly 9:00 p.m., Violet left the main floor. At 9:10, two guards swapped shifts. At 9:15, the kitchen lights dimmed. At 9:20, the hallway near the west wing went quiet in a way it didn’t during the day. I was learning the house’s breathing pattern. And when you learn a thing’s breathing pattern, you can learn when it’s vulnerable. That night, I read Katherine again. Not for drama.