Arina Spel

The Gods have a twisted sense of humor. The mate they chose for the crown prince is nowhere near what he desired. But will she truly impact his life? Hardly. Yet... perhaps the Gods did make a mistake after all. The girl is anything but thrilled with the mark she received. Actually, that's an understatement. She is in utter despair. The threads of fate have already tied the knot. Who knows whether it will tighten even further or snap instead? All that is left for us is to watch how this story unfolds.

He’s perfectly content with his life — living blissfully, knowing no troubles. Everything is under control: his feelings, his thoughts, his actions. But who would ever let him live out his days so happily? Certainly not our heroine. Welcome to another story — as always, full of love, passion, and a poor hero barely coping with the “gift of the gods” that has landed right on his head.

This is a story of two people who are certain that everything has its price. But each measures its worth differently. He’s used to believing that a woman is no cheap pleasure — and he pays generously for it. She, on the other hand, is pure emotion.

He’s a dragon forced to live in a world without magic — because somewhere in it hides his fated mate, the one he still can’t find. But what will happen when he finally does? And will the girl be happy about it?

Getting a second chance at life — how does it feel? Magical and full of promise. A husband thrown in as a bonus? No problem, I’ll find my way out. Handling this insufferable, arrogant man will be easy — I’ll rattle his nerves, show him my true colors, and he’ll be the one running away. So what if he’s a dragon? I’ve seen worse cry.

Irene woke up in a strange world, in someone else’s body… and smack in the middle of a bride selection. Oh, the tragedy. The solution? Easy. Sabotage the stupid contest and start a brand new life. In a world where a woman’s main virtue is obedience and the ability to please a man — she’s definitely the wrong girl for the job. “Obedience”? Never heard of her. That’s one word Irene refuses to add to her vocabulary.

“Well, princess, did you run far enough?” “I hate you.” That’s how they met. Though their thoughts had been circling each other for a while, what united them first wasn’t love — it was irritation. Mutual hatred, mutual fire. But one look was enough to plant something deeper. Something dangerous. “A mangy mutt, even if he’s handsome,” she thought. “She’s a real piece of work — but damn, she’s gorgeous,” he thought. And who knows how this story will end? It started with one chasing and the other running. With both convinced they were right. With both certain that freedom is the most precious thing they have.