Triangles Novels & Stories

“Three playing cards in a row. Can you name them with these clues? There are two to the right of a king. A diamond will be found to the left of a spade. An ace is to the left of a heart. A heart is to the left of a spade. Now, identify all three cards.” “The first card would be the Ace of Diamonds, the second would be the King of Hearts, and the last card, the Two of Spades,” Jason answered without skipping a beat. I frowned but I maintained my composure. “Are you ready for the next one?” He nodded. “You walk up to a mountain that has two paths. One leads to the other side of the mountain, and the other will get you lost forever. Two twins know the path that leads to the other side. You can

No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too much. I tried moving around to see if I could free myself but it just got worst because the movement made the trap move down a little like it was going to drop me but left me still hanging on the air and I didn't know how high up I was, I didn't want to break any bones. I again tried for anything that could free me but came up with nothing, at this point in time I was near tears and the ideas my mind was building wasn't at all pleasing.

he said as tears filled Indie’s eyes. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to,” she pleaded as Mateo cooed, “I know you didn’t, but you see I’m building an empire, and just like my lovely Luna said, it has to be built on unity and honestly, so now I have to get rid of the things that could weaken my plans,” he said as anger welled up in Indie’s eyes.

Reason for Trist's forehead to frown. "I know she can see something, but she's not the only one with a third eye here!" Trist snapped. "Clement, tell me are you backing out of the game?" Seriously a sequel to it. "How can I not, Trist?" Clement's eyes narrowed. "Like George said, it's like I'd betrayed our friendship if I did that thing." It insists. "It's good that you know the possible consequences. I'm not dead yet so you won't be punished for the plans you're thinking of. Clement, give me a reason why you would do the thing you might regret later?" Trist asked seriously.

“This isn’t funny, Nina. Help me calm him down.” Nina was quiet for a minute before speaking up. “Deacon is livid, and I don’t blame him. Don’t think I can’t feel the feelings you have for Isaiah. We need to nip that in the bud. I would rather not be a part of another love triangle. Though, I would be better at.” I laughed, agreeing with her statement, but this wasn’t a love triangle. True, I love Isaiah, but it’s different from what I feel for James. With James, it came with ease, like breathing. Whereas Isaiah’s came with a lot of complications and trials.

But as long as they had each other and the unwavering support of their community, they knew they could face any challenge that crossed their path. And so, with their love as their shield and their unity as their strength, Otsana, Boris, and their fellow supernatural beings prepared to confront the forces that threatened to tear their sanctuary apart. Together, they would rise, united in their fight for acceptance, understanding, and the freedom to love without bounds.

Of course, he wouldn't know who triangles are. "Why did you ask?" He asked and I licked my dried lips. "Um... Sebastian thinks that I work under them." I said and he chuckled. "That boy is nuts.... but he is clever." He said and I raised my brows at him. Clever? He is a total fool. Triangles are literally making a fool out of him. "Triangles are the biggest rivals of the scars...I don't know why but there must be something strong to put them against each other." He said and I nodded.

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

"One wrong calculation and the hull shears in half." "I don't make wrong calculations, Caleb," I replied, locking my eyes with his. The sheer, terrifying adrenaline of the impending battle, the proximity of our enemies, and the absolute certainty of what we were about to do sent a sudden, violent wave of pure, unadulterated heat straight to my womb. The triplets felt it too. The atmosphere inside the tight, blue-lit tactical room dropped in pressure, thick with a dark, suffocating wave of collective lust that made my breathing instantly turn shallow.