Triângulo Amoroso Novels & Stories

"A few weeks ago, I stood in this room and asked you to look at my greatest failure. I asked you to examine the toxic architecture of my pride and the boundaries I failed to negotiate. Tonight, I am asking you to look at my greatest triumph." She reached out, placing her right hand flat on Leo’s knee, and extending her left hand to intertwine her fingers with Marco’s. "We are a triad," Jennifer declared, the words ringing clear and completely devoid of apology. "We are an exclusive, closed, polyamorous relationship forged in the fires of this club, anchored by intense power exchange, and sustained by an absolute, unyielding love."

Alpha Antonio is the love of my life but he doesn’t know about it, on that night I clearly wishes for him to be my mate but then, his twin brother came running into my direction claiming me to be his mate. Everything is in chaos. My heart is in between and my mind has never been wired from any situation. I was just a simple girl and I don’t know how to react from everything. Trio mate. A bond between a three person. A rare situation which no one can fully understand, not even me. I thought that is the worst thing that can ever happen to us but then the world sure has its own way to put a joke on us. Trio mate is just the beginning of every challenge in my life. It was just a preview of what

she sat back defiantly crossing her arms and lifting her chin. “A Triquetra is… complicated. It’s believed that it happens in times of trouble, when having more than one alpha male in the family unit might better ensure the survival of the cubs. It happens during times of war, famine, disease… As a result, when a Triquetra forms, our people see it as being warning of trouble ahead, and even when a Triquetra forms… Well, it’s not like a mate bond, normally, or at least it’s not been recorded to be…” He faded off gesturing with one hand to indicate the three of them. “And it was for you.” She finished for him. “You love and desire each other, which, in a small town like Havermouth, is a proble

A man who would do everything just to impose a horrendous love that shouldn't exist in the first place. "Te amo, Amor."

he pauses and continues, "this white rose is what you represent, purity. and innocence - the students made a sound of tenderness - Cristián called Marcos and he approached with a blue rose - this represents my gratitude for having believed in me - he hands it to me, he beckoned and this time Ana approached with a pink rose - This represents the appreciation and affection that I have for you, every day that I am with you I would not want it to end - Marcos approaches again with a red rose - and this - Cris says, looking at the rose and looks me fixedly in the eyes and smiles - represents my love for you Amy, I fell in love with you like crazy, your smile, your eyes and your way of being make

Kiana's Pov He drew closer, held my hands, and looked into my eyes. My eyes were already teary, but I stayed put, keeping the tears from falling. "If there's anything that won't let my love for you stand, I will cut it off. Marking you isn't a problem. I love you and want to mark my mate when I'm in a good, serene state." He said reassuringly. "So you mean you haven't been at peace with me all this time?" I asked, standing akimbo.

The gentle caress sent shivers down her spine, igniting a warmth within her, illuminating the spaces that had remained untouched by doubt and fear. “I am,” Amelia replied, her voice soft yet steady, each word a testament to the strength that had begun to bloom within her. “We made it through, together.” In that fleeting moment, they stood suspended in time, the three of them bound by unspoken promises and fierce adoration. Their fingertips trailed along hairlines, electric against her skin, and she felt the gentle caress of his touch linger in the air as they formed a triangle of devotion, each person holding the other in a delicate embrace. Their closeness wrapped around her like a warm coc

he said bouncing between pleading and fury “Because I don't love you. I love him, Ozrain...” Aira, with a stern but cautious tone, igniting another array of anger within Epsilon. He forced her hand to hold his hair and started kissing her rough and with that, another non-consensual, sexual intercourse followed. Aira has always been the one. No matter how cruel and heartless Epsilon is, their time together has been his happiest moments. His most satisfying sexual relationship, never failed to calm him down but that is about to change.

“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.

And why did she glow like this? Levi: That necklace belongs to the alpha Mata .. you really want to know why it glowed? Anastasia nodded, meaning yes, to come closer to her and slowly remove her tufts of hair from her face, while speaking softly: This necklace indicates the mutual feelings between Mata s..it remains dark if the Mata does not love his mate..or his Mata does not love him..and remains dark also if love is from Only one side.. that is, if the Mata loves his girlfriend and his girlfriend does not love him..or vice versa..and you know when it only glows?..when the love is mutual between them..