Halyna Kor

Women, to me, are just accessories. I’ve always treated them as a consumer would. It suits me — and as for them… not my problem. But then a hurricane bursts into my life — an incredible force capable of changing the fate of anyone, even such a balanced and self‑sufficient man as myself. Her presence is a storm that cannot be stopped. I wouldn’t be surprised if mammoths went extinct because of her: she would have overloaded them with information, talked them to death, made them do the unthinkable, robbed them, and then thrown them out into the cold. This is not a girl — this is a spawn of hell itself, cast out through its gates because even the devils couldn’t stand her! Will I be able to resist? Perhaps… But this confrontation will change me forever.

An ordinary, unremarkable Friday. The clock’s hand moves lazily forward, as if deliberately stretching out the workday. The head of the department disappeared from the horizon yesterday — and that noticeably demoralized the team. Employees are doing everything they can to postpone the moment when they’ll finally have to dive into their tasks. In the air lingers an unofficial idea — to throw a spontaneous mini‑party… Suddenly, loud footsteps in the corridor make the sales department instantly tense. Everyone falls silent, eyes turning toward the door… It swings open sharply, revealing a stranger. The ladies exhale in unison — as if struck straight in the heart. The men smirk ambiguously, immediately sizing up the rival. And I… I feel it: he’s not here by chance.

never knew how to choose men... As soon as I turned eighteen, a man chose me himself, leaving me no choice. He was powerful, dangerous, ruthless… but not with me. The world of crime — that was his world. And I became his small joy… his solace. His world shattered mine! It collapsed like an avalanche, crushed me… Yet I proved stronger. I survived. Many years have passed. The wounds have healed, leaving only scars. The events of the past replay in my mind only in dreams — like scenes from an old horror film. Now I am the one who chooses men. Only with age my taste has not grown more refined. I am still drawn to those for whom danger is a way of life. I am Lily. The Spider Lily… Beautiful on the outside, but empty within. A barren bloom. A glance! And we are both caught on the hook…

He is a colonel of a special unit working undercover, a lone wolf — cynical, trusting no one. Until he met her — the Snow Queen with eyes as cold as ice. She is a young woman, left an orphan, forced every day to defend her rights in battles with her relatives. They know each other… but he doesn’t remember her, while she once thought of him as an Angel — until she discovered that he was on the enemy’s side.

Free to read! A man in his thirties sits at the desk. Light stubble, a short haircut, a straight nose, full lips, and a cold—no, icy—gaze from narrowed eyes. He glanced up from some papers for a split second, shot me a lightning-fast look, and then, as if nothing had happened, returned to his work. The office is as gloomy as its owner, and the atmosphere is crushing. It feels like something radiates from him—power, strength, dominance, coldness? It’s hard to put into words. It’s incredibly uncomfortable to be near him. Did I mention I don’t like men? Now I fear them—especially this one. *Dual POV. *Complicated relationship. *Crime. 18+

As soon as this woman appears in my life — expect nothing good. She is a harbinger of the apocalypse. She rushes through life like a tornado, leaving ruins behind her. But you realize all this only later… when you’re already standing on top of those very ruins. And the first impression is completely different. She is beautiful, sociable, bright, sexy… But it’s better to admire her from a distance. The moment you cross the line — you become the target. That’s how it was before, and that’s how it will be again.

He is emotionless, calculating, indifferent—bordering on depressive. His world is black and white. He erased his past to create a perfect future. His life follows a certain structure, a system. But the moment he yielded to an unknown force, Life ceased to be ordinary. He simply saved Her… She had dreamed of saving people, of giving life. Instead, she saw Death. They are so different, yet drawn to each other with an unimaginable force.

Free of charge! The story is entirely fictional and has no real-life prototypes. ‘I’m listening closely,’ I try to say without a tremble in my voice. But he just sits there in silence. Probably lost the gift of speech. His face looks worried and stunned. Poor guy doesn’t know how to approach me. No, I’m not vindictive — I just have a good memory and a bad temper. And him? Nothing. Not my type… but when the light from the window hits him just right, he looks quite nice. I mentally slap myself. God, what am I thinking? Just yesterday he called me a brainless hen, this morning he grabbed my butt, and now he’s drilling a hole in my skull with that stare. Alright, time to end this little staring contest.