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Each kingdom must have its own prophecy - it has been so from the beginning. But what if there are as many as five of these prophecies? And each of them tells about different things, each of them almost contradicts each other. But if you do nothing at all, then of course some terrible disaster will happen. This is exactly what the crown prince Advian will have to deal with, because only he is able to save his kingdom from destruction. But he cannot avert the disaster alone, he will have to call for help a girl from the human world... But, as they say, not everything is as we wish it to be!

How do you piece yourself back together after betrayal and force a smile through the tears?** Life has thrown a difficult challenge my way, but I wouldn’t be myself if I couldn’t rise again. My past is gone — all that’s left is me and the present moment. A new country and a new job — that’s exactly what I need right now. And maybe… a new love? Will I be able to feel that beautiful emotion again and entrust my fragile soul to a man who drives me crazy? Only our willingness to trust each other will decide everything.

— Get out, — he says firmly, surprising everyone. I instantly flush. Lowering my gaze, I slowly make my way to the door. — I’m a little busy, — I dare to look at his angry face. — Come with me, — he turns and heads to the office. I have no choice. I follow him as if it’s a punishment. — Why didn’t you say? — he asks directly as the door closes behind me. — I wanted to, but... I didn’t dare, — I exhale with a creak. — Does it even matter? — I mumble, staring at the floor. — Does it matter? Are you serious?! — I’ve never heard so much anger in his voice. — Sorry... about that, — I feel moisture in my eyes. — This meeting shouldn’t have happened. You were right, we’ll both regret it. — I don’t regret it. — Because you have no feelings. — Sasha, — he breathes out in shock. We had an agreemen

— My name is Arsen. — I don’t like that name. — I’ll try to survive it, — he smirks. — One passport. — One number in the phone, and it doesn’t answer. Do you and Oleg have some kind of secret code in your conversations? — I don’t know who Oleg is. I’ve never seen him and I don’t want to. This isn’t my passport, it belongs to my friend… — I’ve heard that already, — he cuts me off sharply. — What’s your name then? — Alisa. If you had looked at the document properly, you might have noticed the differences, — I start to get nervous. Giving my real name would be even more dangerous. — Tell me where your brother is, and you can leave today. I don’t get any pleasure from keeping a woman locked up.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. That's what they say. One simple saying, but how many facets there are in it. You can disguise mistakes or evil deeds as good ones. You can have good intentions, but do nothing to implement them. And it may happen that the most sincere and desperate actions will have unexpectedly fatal consequences. And then it doesn't matter for what reasons and by whom that apple was picked - both will burn...

She dreamed of experiencing true, all-consuming love. And she did... And then he trampled on that love, mutilated and shattered it... Who can bring back the fire of life in her soul? Perhaps only the one who once cruelly extinguished it...

She believed in pure, tender, strong, true love. He considered love a meaningless fiction. Will she teach him to love, or will he cynically shatter her dreams? Who will win in this confrontation? Maybe the duel will have two "winners"?...

Fall in love with the first, but unapproachable, handsome guy at the university? Yes. Fall in love in return? Twice yes. Now Mia is happy and passionately desired in the dream relationship. The secret impulses of the soul are completely satisfied... they will be. All that remains is to master the unexpected and too exciting reaction to her lover's friend.

I was supposed to die in a terrible accident, but instead I woke up in a world where the first thing I heard was, "Your Majesty". My story may begin like a typical fantasy tale, but it soon unravels into a web of other people's secrets, inevitably pulling me into a dangerous trap. I'll be forced to choose who is a friend and who is an enemy. And heaven help me if I make a mistake... The king, who appears to wish me well, can't transform into a dragon, yet everyone around him speaks of his dragon blood, of the power it grants him. Why does this seem strange only to me? And why do I sense fear lurking behind their words of his grandeur and might? And why would a mysterious wizard and a fairy send me a helper—a guard in the form of a very talkative cat? What am I supposed to do with all this?

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.

"You want me to pretend to be your wife?" Kira wasn’t just surprised — she was downright shocked by what she heard. "And you want me to actually, I mean officially, marry you?" "Exactly," Timur confirmed. "You'll be my legal wife for a while. Then, when we return to Ukraine, we'll get divorced and go our separate ways." "And what makes you think I’d be interested in this? That I’d agree to take part in your little scheme? Don’t you have anyone else to ask?" "Your help won’t be for free," Timur quickly assured her, following Kira back to his car. "The hotel I’ll build in your town will be yours. And I’ll pay off all your uncle’s debts so he can keep his position as mayor. He’s counting on you to be reasonable."

"How long have you been married?" Igor abruptly changed the subject. "Three years," Emilia replied briefly, convincing herself it was just an ordinary question with no hidden meaning. "Thank you for saving me back then…" "You’ve already thanked me," Igor smiled. "Are you trying to dodge the conversation about your family life? Don’t want to be asked such questions? But this isn’t idle curiosity — I need to know who will be involved in raising my daughter." "You can take a look at my résumé," Emilia quickly added. "I already have. My wife showed it to me and asked if I approved," Igor said as he stopped at a traffic light upon entering the city. "Of course I approved — I had no reason to object. But I’d like to know more about you as a person…"

He stepped closer, and their eyes met. And then, in a split second, Daryna remembered who was standing in front of her. It was him—the one she hated with all her heart. The one she had tried so hard to forget. No wonder she hadn’t recognized him—he no longer existed in her memories. “Vlad,” she whispered his name. “Is it really you?” “I’m glad you at least remember my name,” Vlad said with a faint smile. “When did you get back?” “Yesterday,” Daryna replied shortly, slowly regaining her composure. “Back just yesterday, and already at work today. That’s the Daryna I remember—the good girl who never liked to sit still.” He glanced at her ring finger. “Still not married, I see. You know... I’m actually glad. You’re free. And so am I.”

"P-p-pregnant?" I stammered, my voice shaking like jelly. "Uh-huh," the nurse replied, with a ridiculously cheerful smile considering the bomb she had just dropped on me. "Congratulations, future mom." Congratulations? CONGRATULATIONS!? This isn't a wedding! Or a birthday! Not even a passed exam! This is… the end. Or at least, my end. Hooking up with the school’s bad boy. Once. Well… three times. Okay, four. Doesn't matter. The point is, it was a very bad idea. And now I'm pregnant. By him. And no one can know. Well… you can. But promise me you won’t laugh. Or at least, do it quietly. Because this… this is going to be an adorable disaster.

Returning to her native London, Elizabeth had no idea what this homecoming would truly mean. She will have to face not only the past she once longed to escape — and tried so hard to forget — but also the feelings she thought were buried for good. But what happens when the past wants not only to reclaim the present... ...but to become her future?

She wasn’t searching for love—just a moment of peace in the arms of a stranger, a brief escape from the pain her husband's betrayal had left behind. He wasn’t chasing romance either. Fulfilling a promise to an old friend was all he meant to do— until he met her. The Siren. They were never meant to fall. But destiny, with its festive sense of timing, had a different idea. Because some hearts meet not by accident, but when the soul is finally ready… even if it takes one magical Christmas night to make it happen.

"Are you the one setting conditions for me now, huh?" he interrupted, surprised by what he saw as her audacity. "No, sweetheart, I make the rules here. You came to my family, so you play by my terms. And they’re simple: you’ll do everything I say. Otherwise, you’ll really have to go back home. Got it?" "I already had a low opinion of you, but now it’s even worse," Zlata snapped angrily, slamming her glass on the table. She was about to get up, but— "Sit down," Zakhar growled through gritted teeth. "My uncle and Giulia need to think we’re getting along just fine. That their plan worked and we’re actually interested in each other. No need to upset them or create drama. So, if you want to stay in Milan and keep working at Giulia’s atelier, behave yourself, show some respect, and do exactly

“My family doesn’t like that I’m single, and they’re always trying to set me up with someone. But I don’t want to date anyone — I want to stay independent,” Eva sighed heavily. “I’m so tired of all this. I’m sick of resisting.” “Why do you want to be alone?” Denis suddenly found that interesting. “None of your business,” Eva stood up from the table. “It’s been over an hour already.” “Eva, sit back down. I have a business proposition for you. Help me, and I’ll help you.” “Must be the cognac mixed with champagne finally kicking in, because you’re starting to talk nonsense,” Eva said, but she sat back down. “How could we possibly help each other? Do you even realize what you just said?” “I’m not drunk at all. Just listen and don’t interrupt. I’m proposing that, for a while, you be my gir

One "wonderful" day I woke up in another world and in another body - in the body of a paralyzed princess. And I jumped to my feet briskly. But not everyone is happy about such a wonderful healing. The husband is grinding his teeth with happiness, his mistress is trying on the status of a duchess, and the secret admirer was not ashamed to convey his congratulations through a hired killer! There is a chance to return home, but you just have to live to see this bright moment. And preferably not outside the walls of a monastery! So, it's time to take matters into your own hands and show them that sometimes shortcomings are the highlights.

Do I know what obsession is? Oh, yes, I do. I’ve been chasing it around the world for nearly eleven years. The one and only thing I ever wanted — a gold coin of Louis IX, minted to commemorate his coronation. Imagine my surprise when I find out that, after the owner’s death, his entire collection went to his granddaughter — a girl who seems to have no clue she’s sitting on a fortune. Or maybe she does… and she’s just driving the price up. But to get what I want, I’m ready for anything. Even to pretend to be someone I’m not. What I didn’t expect was that first, it would be her beauty that would captivate me… then her innocence and kindness. And soon, I won’t even know what I want more — the coin or to protect her from the same predators circling her inheritance… predators like me.