Triângulo Amoroso Novels & Stories

Thander said while staring at the woman’s chest. I was just shaken. He is a player! “Is that Theron Montevero?” “No it’s Thanderson Montevero, his twin brother. Gosh he’s so hot.” Thrilled promise of the woman at the other table. “He’s so handsome really …” “He is rich, intelligent, handsome and talented, what can you ask for right?” “Yup, he’s like the biggest grand jackpot in a lottery!” “The most sought bachelor in the country!” “I wanna be his girlfriend! Oh my gosh!”

I tried to turn my face away, but his grip tightened. “I… I wasn’t imagining anyone!” “Liar!” Davian shoved me against the wall. “You imagined me! You imagined this tattoo, these hands, and this voice! You’re a traitor, Dewangga. And the best part is… you enjoy it.” He kissed me again, this time more brutal. I tried to resist, pushing against his broad chest, but every touch burned away the remains of my defense. Hatred and desire mixed together, creating an explosion of emotion that made me lose my sanity.

she uttered in a tired, husky voice. He kissed her and laid down beside her. He feels so exhausted. It seems that he ran a marathon for a long time because of what they did. "I love you so much, Shen," he said with all his heart as he played with a few strands of her hair. The woman was slightly stunned by what she heard. "My name is Astrid. Not Shen." "Shen... my Shen..." he didn't seem to hear anything as he kept saying that name. The woman tightly closed her eyes, and in annoyance he pushed her away. Then he fell on the bed.

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

"What the hell are you babbling about, Cara? Flirting? Are you for real? I-I'm not-" "You are not what?" Her looks seem to slice me in two. "I'm not like what you are thinking. I'm damn straight. Can't you see? I'm hurting right now 'cause I-I'm in love with someone I am not supposed to." [3rd Person Point of View] Cara couldn't understand why she seemed disappointed when Daphne said she was straight. Cara even felt a tightness in her chest when she heard from Daphne that she was in love with someone she shouldn't be—Cara knew that Daphne was referring to Craig.

Let them watch. Let them burn. Because there is no sin more beautiful… than this three-way love.

I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. "The bond is trying to equalize," Elder Samuel explained. "Trying to make all three connections equal in strength and nature. But that's not how triad bonds are designed to work. One connection must always be primary and romantic. The other must be secondary and platonic. When that balance shifts, everything falls apart." Ella gripped my hand under the table. "What does that mean for us?" The room grew colder. Or maybe that was just my imagination.

“It’s possession.” > “Been there, done that.” > “Mira—” > “No, listen.” Her tone softened. “It doesn’t want to kill us. It wants connection. Like it’s jealous.” > “Of me?” > “Of anyone. Anything that divides my attention.” Adrian rubbed his temples. “We’re trapped in a love triangle with sentient magic.” > “Quadrangle, technically. Don’t forget Elara’s leftovers.” He gave her a flat look. “Not helping.”