Contemporary Romance : top book in the genre

— Didn’t know I’m a co-owner? — he’s surprised. — It’s public information. — I can leave, — I hold myself from looking down. — That’s not a problem. — It’s enough that you showed up again, — he smirks. Before me is a complete stranger. Indifferent. Cold. Only his appearance reminds me of who he once was. — If we don’t remember the past, it won’t bother us. — And can you stop remembering, Sa-sha? — I hiss through my teeth. — Yes, — there’s a tremble in my voice, but I nod firmly. — Fine, — he stands up. — Get to work, — he says, leaving me to stew in memories... They will probably never fade. I will never be able to breathe freely. I will never soar on the wings he broke...

- "Max, you can't change the terms of the contract," I exhale, switching to the first name out of fright. - "Yes, I can. You should have read the fine print more carefully. You will not repay me with money, instead you will marry me, Yanina," he says, his tone firm and his unwavering confidence in his superior gaze, while I am about to have a real breakdown. - But I'm already engaged! - You don't love him! - "I don't love you!" I choke on my emotions. - I'll fix it. My first and still the only one... he's back in my life again. I can't even imagine how you're going to fix it now... This is the second part of the dilogy.

A new city, a good job, and the absence of control—that was all I wanted. I calmed down, let the situation go, and forgot about that unpleasant incident. But as it turned out, fate had other plans. And in my case, it feels more and more like a bad joke. So what am I supposed to do now, when the man I was never able to forget is standing right in front of me? Give in—or go against it once again?

- "We can't see each other anymore," I force myself to look him in the eye. - "Because you're married?" Myron snickers. He's hot-tempered, self-confident, hot… "He doesn't deserve you, Ira..." - "That’s none of your business!" - I exhale, afraid that all my determination will evaporate and I won't be able to put an end to our romance because I'm a fool in love. - "You were just my fun little game... I don't love you, - in fact, it's the opposite, but now I'm thinking only about the two lines on the test and my husband's frightening ultimatum." - "So you don't love me?" - he touches my chin with authority, - "You're so grown up and you haven't learned to lie. Begging and going desperate are not my style. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

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".

I ran away from home to leave behind the pain, danger, and betrayal. Here, in Spain, I tried to build a new life—a peaceful one, without the shadows of the past. The camera in my hands became my salvation. But fate decided otherwise. It brought me back together with the man I hated and swore to stay away from. His presence destroys everything I have worked so hard to build. He is dangerous, cold, and overly confident. But every time our paths cross, I catch myself feeling my heart beat faster. And I no longer understand — is it fear or something else entirely?

One day I said "I love you" to him, and he laughed in my face, throwing a phrase that still sticks in my heart. For seven years I tried to put him out of my mind, and when I almost succeeded, my sister managed to get engaged to him. I thought he wouldn't recognize me as the ugly duckling he had rejected back then. I would never dare to interfere with my sister's happiness. On the contrary, I tried to build a relationship with someone else, but what happened a week before their wedding changed everything. I never thought that a frank conversation with my first love would lead to such unexpected consequences and that his eyes the color of a stormy sea would look at me differently...

All my conscious life, I wanted to break free from control—to speak up at least sometimes. To have a choice… my own choice. Not to listen to other people’s advice. To live my own life, make decisions, study, build friendships, dream, love… I longed for independence so deeply that I failed to notice when those desires turned against me. Sadly, I was the one who took a step whose consequences I can now only guess at.

When the trembling sensations of first love are seasoned with doubt, fragile trust dissolves. When awkwardness plays into the hands of others, and unshakable confidence shatters under convincing lies, all you want to do is scream. From pain, injustice, despair—and a love that not even time was able to destroy. Yet it takes only a single step to feel that absolute moment of happiness again. Will they dare?

I fade on the threshold of the living room, my feet grew to the floor. The glass from the broken vase was scattered on the parquet, small fragments sparkle in the light of the morning sun - so contrasting, so wrong. The power has lowered shoulders. Hands shake. He stands, staring at the place on the wall where a second ago was a vase, and breathes hard, torn as after running. I take a step forward, unconsciously. He hears me and suddenly rotates. Our views meet, and I understand: now he is fighting with himself. And I am very sorry. - I want you to hear nothing well, - says cold. - But ... - Miro, this is not a request - his look cuts me into pieces. I remember what Vlad was yesterday. As he kissed me. As he smiled. Now a completely different person in front of me. Broken, wounded and slig

"I don't know what my father told you, but I'm doing just fine without a personal chef. I glance over at the pizza boxes in the corner of the room. “Yeah, I see that.” “That's none of your business,” he says, angry. I need a job, and you obviously need to eat healthy." - Healthy? I'm on a healthy diet, thank you. - Oh, really?" I point to the bottle of cola next to the couch. He rolls his eyes, walks past me into the kitchen and opens the fridge. - See? I have food! I peek inside. A pack of protein bars, some yogurt, sauces, a can of beer. I look at him, then back at the fridge. “Are you kidding?” I snort. He grabs one of the bars and opens it, taking a bite. “That's a full meal,” he says with a full mouth.

When life tripped you up at every turn, you want to be a completely different person for one night. To forget about all the problems and become an ordinary girl. That's when a friend comes along with an incredible offer to visit the most expensive club in town. The main thing is to change beyond recognition and open up to new sensations. But I didn't expect that this evening would turn my already fun life upside down. After all, I should stay as far away from this stranger as possible, but my body thinks quite differently. I'll think about the consequences tomorrow!

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks and takes a step back. “Because you're my last hope,” I say calmly, even too calmly. “Excuse me?” Her voice becomes sharp. “We have to convince the whole world that I've been in a serious relationship for a long time.” “And you want me to...” “Yes,” I interrupt her, “play my girlfriend.” She blinks, as if she can't believe what she's heard. Arsen puts his hand to his face, as if he wants to wake up from this madness. And only I, inspired by my own idea, smile like an idiot. “You're crazy,” Olesya whispers. “I'm not going to play your girlfriend.” “It's a stupid plan,” adds Arsen. “Olesya can't stand you, and here you have to play love.” “Maybe,” I reply and look at the confused girl with interest. “But I know you well. You won't leave me

You Are From My Dreams Adele seems quiet and gentle at first glance… but a storm lives inside her. It is this storm that keeps pulling her into trouble, conflict, and chaos. The world is merciless to women like her — tender yet stubborn, sensitive yet sharp-tongued. Everything changes after one meeting. Adam is young, dangerous, devastatingly handsome. The son of a powerful father, a man feared by many and admired by all. There has been no warmth in his life for a long time… until the day he sees Adele. She awakens in him the one thing he feared the most — the desire to protect, to care, to possess. But their story is not about romance. It is a battle — for trust, for survival, for a love that burns hotter than fire. Camille was meant to be a friend, a support — but became a threat. His fe

Oles: On Valentine's Day, our provincial town was shaken by some scary news. Two influential men were found dead in their own homes. A wealthy businessman who helps orphans and runs a shelter for homeless animals, and the owner of semi-legal entertainment establishments closely linked to the criminal world — what could they possibly have in common? Except that both were poisoned by an unknown person, who left a piece of paper next to the bodies with the words “See you in hell”... Ilona: My boss asked me to write about the mysterious murders that took place in my hometown. I understand that this assignment is just an excuse to get rid of me because I've grown tired of the man I've been dating for several years. However, after moving, I met someone I once considered my enemy, and now I have

Where do memories come from? Maybe they’re fragments of interesting dreams, or events that once happened to us? It’s a strange feeling — not remembering. Feeling like a spy in someone else’s life. But that’s not as scary as finding a dress in your wardrobe. A white one. No, people, we never agreed on this! This isn’t my life. And definitely not my wedding.

A fake wedding, countless lies, and a baby—just enough to bind their lives forever. Lucas is the cold-hearted boss the mafia needed, but doubts about his wife's fidelity torment his mind. He believes the baby girl—who looks exactly like Alexa—isn't his. What he doesn’t know is that his fake wife, whom he was with only once, has remained faithful to him, unlike himself. Everyone has made mistakes, and soon, all the lies will come to light—and there will be consequences. Can Lucas and Alexa overcome their differences and survive the chaos that’s coming, especially as each day seems to pull them further apart? Can little Sophia be the one to bring them back together? There are loves that bind—and maybe Sophia is the love they both need.

His life changes suddenly when the woman he slept with a month ago shows up at his office claiming she’s pregnant. The last thing he wants is a child—he hates commitment and doesn’t believe in love. But the worst part isn’t that she refuses to have an abortion... it’s that they’re being forced to marry. Her father insists on it and won’t take no for an answer—or he’ll take everything from him, including his job. Now they hate each other, even if their hearts whisper otherwise. As part of their wedding vows, he makes a cruel promise to the woman he now blames for ruining his life: he vows to hate her forever and make her life a living hell while they’re together. But neither of them knows that the heart has whims that must be obeyed.

The woman with whom he had a passionate affair shows up at his father's company, claiming an inheritance—and declaring herself his widow. Owen can’t believe his eyes, but he’s even more shocked when two identical twins appear before him… twins he can't tell apart, and who look exactly like him. She turns his world upside down. She’s taken everything from him and his brothers, and now they all hate her. A story full of secrets, lies… and love—where two mischievous little boys add a comedic twist to the chaos. But what will Owen do when he discovers that the kids who’ve declared war on him… are actually his sons?

After her father’s mysterious death, Inga discovers a letter in which Nik Polozov — a charismatic businessman with a dark past — is accused. Consumed by pain and rage, she decides to take revenge: earn his trust, destroy his empire, and only then deliver the final blow. The plan works perfectly — the girl gets a job at Nik’s company. But everything changes when something sparks between them. Inga no longer knows who she’s looking at — her enemy or the man she’s falling in love with. And what if he’s hiding the truth too? A story about love born from betrayal… one that might become salvation — or destruction.