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Was their meeting predestined in the heavens? No! It was hell itself that brought its devil face-to-face with his destiny—a girl who, despite a broken heart, would conquer the predatory beast. In a world brimming with danger, is there truly a place for love? Or perhaps Stalker made a mistake when he surrendered to his feelings, forgetting that the leader of the enemy faction doesn't forgive slights. The past is already at the doorstep, and karma's a bitch—she always collects what's hers by right.

The life of young Princess Marjoris Vesperi turned into a nightmare in a single moment. Once she had a loving family and a peaceful kingdom, she longed to serve with all her heart. Now she must flee to a neighboring principality to avoid becoming a weapon against the only family she has left, for a mysterious and powerful enemy seeks to erase their bloodline. Determined to survive and not fail her brother, Marjoris will face trials, revelations… and fate itself waiting for her in the form of a destined love.

A long time ago, Vlad disappeared from my life and now he has reappeared. Just when my perfect marriage was destroyed by betrayal. Forget and start all over again? And why did he just come back...

Her first love broke her heart — and became the inspiration for the novel that changed her life. Now she’s a bestselling author, with fame, freedom, and a new book on the horizon. But just when she thought the past was over, he storms back into her world — unexpected, infuriating, and still painfully irresistible. He, on the other hand, has his own story to tell: “First, she made me the villain in her book. Second, she’s in someone else’s arms while I’m dying of helpless rage. How could I have been so blind before?” A story of love, mistakes, and second chances — with a happy ending. A heartfelt standalone novel.

I became his property, thinking I would just work off the money I borrowed from him. But I was wrong. He claimed my heart, and his kisses became my venom. The gripping sequel to "The Serpent's Property".

Alexei Vasiliev, the Tsar’s executioner, is a weapon forged in shadows. His heart is a fortress of ice. In Florence, Chiara, a brilliant art restorer, lives to bring light back to forgotten beauty. When a mission forces their worlds to collide, everything changes. He sees in her an impossible truth. She sees in him a shattered soul that longs to be saved. But Alexei’s world does not allow light. And loving him makes her a target. Caught between loyalty and redemption, the executioner must decide whether to destroy the only light daring to reach him… or risk everything to protect her.

He is a powerful millionaire tycoon and is also a thirsty vampire. He requests young and virgin blood donors, he is obsessed with the taste of pure blood without being desecrated by lust and sin. Cara reads the advertisement on all the digital portals in the city. It was absurd to read and the financial compensation offered was even more absurd. Distrustful, she thought about it for several days, but her account with a debit balance was the trigger for her decision, without imagining that her valuable crimson treasure would not be left in a hospital blood bank, since the red liquid will be taken directly from the veins of her neck by a handsome dark being that not even in her wildest fantasies she thought existed.

Chaos, mess… and a little bit of madness. That’s how every morning starts in this house. Between alarm clocks that never go off, Colyn shouting “milk!” from his dinosaur crib, Cody looking for his keys with a cup of coffee in his hand (which he inevitably spills), and me… trying not to forget the backpack, the laptop, the notes… or my own sanity. I’m not sure if we’re surviving or living at full speed. But here we are. Together. Laughing, running, and loving… while we build what comes next. Because in the end, the future is made like this: With chaos, mess… and a whole lot of love.

My breath is catching in my throat, and I'm afraid I'm going to faint. None of this can be true. The Hunter I met in London can't be this Hunter. But he is. It is. Hunter finally focuses his gaze on me and breaks stride. He stops and draws his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose. Surprised? “Good afternoon,” I shake his hand and really hope that my voice sounds even. "My name is Daria. Hunter," he puts his hand in mine, and it feels like time is standing still. It's a pleasure, Dasha. I think this will be an interesting task for me. I'm glad I agreed. And I guess Myron was right. I should be more interested in football. I'll try to improve.

After her divorce, Nika is determined to start fresh. A new job, a new environment, new dreams. She’s ready for anything—except him. Her former professor. Her worst memory. Her personal nightmare. Vlad is a powerful architect who thrives on control. His world is structured, rational, and perfectly under control… until she shows up in his office. Bold. Unpredictable. Far too tempting. Between them lies a history of pain, resentment, and unspoken words. But the more they’re forced to work together, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension simmering beneath the surface—lingering glances, accidental touches, and the fire hidden in every argument.

One more step, and the distance between us disappears. His hands slide onto my shoulders, as if demanding that I stay put. “You want me to believe that you're willing to do anything for him, don't you?” These words pierce my skin like deadly needles. I try to avoid his gaze, but he won't let me. His fingers grip my chin. Bazhinsky forces me to look him in the eyes, studying me as if I were an interesting specimen for his collection. “If you really want this... prove it,” he challenges. His eyes, dark and cold, penetrate the depths of my soul. And I realize there is no turning back. His hot palms press harder, and I give in, slowly kneeling down, continuing to look into his eyes. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Two powerful men. Two crime lords. One is the Barbarian. The other, the Hawk. They are bound by a business arrangement, and by her: Zhenya. The Ice Queen. A little shard of ice... To one, she is coveted prey. To the other, she is his wife. But who is truly her ally, and who is her enemy? Who ordered the hit on her life? And who can this woman trust when danger closes in from all sides? Is anyone really who they pretend to be?..

In this game of seduction, there will be no losers. A trip. She, to forget her ex. He, out of obligation. She was looking for fun. He, to satisfy his desire. They did not have the best beginning, but fate will give them a chance to meet again. And this time, he will do things differently. Will she be willing to play his game… or will she be the one setting the rules?

Clara Beltrán arrived at the parish in Palermo looking for a job that would allow her to continue her studies. She never imagined that beneath the robes of the new parish priest lay a desire that would shake every boundary she had ever known. Ignacio Ortiz de Alvear is attractive, intense, and devoted to the most vulnerable… but he is also burdened by a secret that burns within him: his attraction to Clara. Every touch, every glance, every gesture of care becomes a temptation impossible to resist. Guided by faith yet consumed by passion, they must decide whether to surrender to the forbidden or continue living with the flame of restrained desire. Because in this game, sin has never been so irresistible.

It was supposed to be a simple con. A white wig, blue contact lenses — and I was someone else. Someone ready to become an insufferable girl with a wild temper, all to sabotage my best friend’s date at a masquerade ball. But there was one problem: the "groom" turned out to be my boss’s son! The more I tried to play the fool, the more he seemed intrigued by me… or at least by the version of me I was pretending to be that night. The next day, my boss was suddenly hospitalized, and his responsibilities were handed over to… his son. Now he’s my new supervisor, and I’m completely under his control. Caught in the unexpected twists of fate, I unwillingly become the heroine of a story where Cinderella isn’t looking for a prince — but still can’t escape her own "magical" ending.

I am the beast. That’s a fact I accepted long ago. The scars on my face are just a reflection of the ones buried deep inside. And that’s exactly why I need a beauty. Not for love — of course not. Love is a luxury I can’t afford. I don’t need a woman who’ll pity my scars. I need one who’ll see the real me — the beast — and won’t flinch. Someone who’ll play by my rules. She’s insane — that much is obvious from the moment I see her. Bold, defiant, with fire in her eyes that makes my own scars burn even hotter. She’s determined to make my life a living hell, to turn my days into chaos… But I’m not the kind of man who backs down. This deal will be hell for both of us. But maybe — just maybe — in that hell, we’ll find something real. Or destroy each other completely.

I decided to confess my crush on a classmate by writing him a letter — a detailed and slightly daring one, explaining what kind of relationship I was hoping for. But things didn’t go according to plan. Instead of my future boyfriend, the letter ended up in the hands of the strictest professor at our university. Now he thinks I’m secretly obsessed with him… And to make things worse, he keeps showing up everywhere I go. One day, he completely stuns me with an offer I can’t exactly refuse: Pretend to be his girlfriend.

It is very difficult to forget your first love, no matter how hard you try. I tried to run away from these memories as far as possible. I forced myself not to think, plunged headlong into work, and even went on a few dates with a wonderful guy. But the past burst back into my life uninvited, trying to soften my petrified heart with the blue eyes of my first love. When he looks in my direction, I look away. When he smiles at me, I squeeze my lips tighter. And I'm certainly not going to talk to him. Yes, he has changed, a lot. But we all know how Ryan King knows how to put on a mask. Do you still love me, Ryan? No, I don't believe you anymore! ...But for some reason I let him kiss me again. The second part. Continuation of the book "You won, I Hate You".

- "Are you used to getting everything you want? That no beauty can resist your crazy charisma?" I tremble, clenching my fists. Let him think that I'm angry with him, that I have an unbearable temper, as long as he doesn't guess how I really feel about him. - "What happened between us once means nothing to me! - "Hey, Lyubov, don't get so worked up," I get angry when Demian smiles at me like that. I'm annoyed because I'm unbearably attracted to his lips. I want him. I want him, and I'm angry at myself, at him, at the circumstances. - "That past doesn't mean anything to me either. All that matters to me is how our relationship will develop now." - "Relationship? With you? Is this some kind of new game?" I make an ironic face because I'm nervous. - "Mmm... no games, foxie.

The hero's adventures continue on a mysterious planet where every step brings new challenges and discoveries. In his struggle for survival, he delves deeper into the planet's secrets, encountering new races, ancient knowledge, and creatures capable of changing his destiny. The planet holds many unsolved mysteries, and technology opens the way to unexplored territories, anomalies, and new life forms. Bandit maps, deadly anomalies, mysterious animals, destroyed space stations, alien artifacts, clans, and fragments of other people's destinies — Unknown Planet is not just a story about survival after a catastrophe, it is a path to self-discovery and the discovery of a new path for humanity.