Contemporary Romance : top book in the genre

Ось переклад англійською: --- "Hey, little one, take it easy," I hear a pleasant voice with a playful tone. "Though, I wouldn't mind cuddling with you." I tilt my head up and get caught in a pair of green eyes, full of mischief. "Well, I would mind," I growl in response. "Let me go, I'm in a hurry." It was the first time I ran into this guy. I had no idea that, soon, we’d become close. Very close.

He was as handsome as the god Apollo, and as hot as molten lava. He was the one who took my first time—and then acted like I never existed. For a whole year, I tried to erase him from my memory. But now, he’s back in my life. Now he’s my stepbrother. Cold, indifferent, and clearly not happy to see me in his house. But that coldness? That indifference? It falls apart the moment he sees me next to his brother.

I thought I knew what I wanted. Turns out, I had no idea. For so long, I was in love with the perfect guy at our university—charming, flawless, completely out of reach. And just when he finally starts noticing me… …I'm locked in a classroom with a completely unbearable stranger—a new student. He annoys me, frustrates me, and is absolutely not my type. But he sees right through my perfect little world—and starts tearing it down. Now I can’t get him out of my head. Even when the guy I wanted for so long is finally within reach. They’re total opposites. So why does this new guy make my heart race for all the wrong reasons?

“Who are you?” I asked, confused. “The fiancé… of the girl who’s cheating on me with your fiancé.” On the day of my forced wedding, the last thing I expected was a stranger showing up with a claim like that. But when he realized I was being married off against my will, things took an unexpected turn. He gave me a choice — offering me both shelter and revenge. What I didn’t expect was that our union was already the ultimate act of vengeance. Because this stranger had just taken the prized bride from the enemy of his family.

- This has dragged on, my dear. I'm letting you go. - Don't let go, - Camilla whispered. The girl looked at him with a gaze for which a man would do anything. - Camilla, I kidnapped you, kept you locked up, ruined your wedding. - You taught me to love! You helped me learn what freedom and the right to choose are. Don't let go! Wanting to get revenge on his rich boss, Nazar kidnapped his niece. A tender and sweet girl, whom it's impossible not to fall in love with. He fell in love, not expecting to be reciprocated. What should he do now with these unplanned feelings?

I didn’t plan any of this. I just wanted to show my ex that I was worth more. So, at the office party, I approached a stranger and asked him to play along. Turned out, he was my boss...

Orest has learned to live by the rules of survival because his last refuge was prison. His heart is like ice, and his soul is full of demons. He lives for revenge against those who destroyed his future and took away his love. He has chosen an innocent girl as his target. But perhaps she is the one who will heal his wounds and help him be happy again? What will the man choose: passionate hatred or sincere feeling?

The first time I heard your voice, I fell in love... with it. I dreamed about him at night and never left my thoughts. It's a pity that a guy like you is not deprived of female attention and will never look at me the way I would like. But everything will change when we start working closely together. I will get to know you better, and you will realize how deep my soul is. This will be my first true love. I won't be able to live without you and your voice. And you will say that I am your inspiration. We will plunge into these feelings headlong. We will breathe them... Our story must have a happy ending... But will it be? And how many trials will we have to go through to stay together in the end?

Stefhany Davis's world turns into chaos when she learns she can't conceive. Her husband, Oliver Wess, lost in his own desire to have a child, decides to leave her, because by her side he'll never make his dream come true, destroying everything they had once achieved. After that painful breakup, she's left alone and heartbroken, until she meets again the man who once caught her attention and whom she thought she'd never see again. Patrick, a friend of her now ex-husband, manages to ignite something in her she can't fight. He was a dangerous man, too dangerous. Her heart and her morals will debate whether to walk away from him or let herself be carried away. Will that man be able to win over her broken heart? Will they be able to overcome all the obstacles that will arise?

Open the door. I want to get out!“ I say. ”No!“ he says. ”Alex, I want to get out! Open the door, please!“ I repeat. ”Son, it won't help you," he says and starts the engine. I'll take you home. I roll my eyes, take a deep breath, and tell him the address of the neighboring house. “That kiss didn't mean anything!” I blurt out as we drive. “You caught me off guard, and I couldn't-” “Resist?” he finishes for me. I open my mouth to tell him to go to hell and then close it. What good will it do me? Alex is not going to stop me anyway. He sees right through me because he's experienced in these things, and I've never been kissed properly. I can say that it was my first real adult kiss.

Karina, a successful career woman, is used to having every aspect of her life under control. But when she meets the mysterious and irresistibly charming Arthur, her carefully built world begins to unravel. Their relationship escalates quickly, drawing her into a whirlwind of passion and emotional dependence. Yet beneath the surface, something feels wrong. Karina finds herself losing control—of her feelings, her choices, even her health. Strange symptoms begin to plague her, and no doctor can explain what’s happening. As fear sets in, she starts to wonder: is this just an illness… or something far more terrifying?

Jenna Varlay has harbored a platonic crush on Nikolai Hackett, her brother’s best friend. One night, in the midst of a drunken moment, she decides to confess her love, only to see him kissing another woman. In that instant, she chooses to hold back and keep her feelings to herself. Years later, at Nikolai’s wedding, Jenna can’t help but think that the slightest hope of being with him will be buried forever once he accepts that woman as his wife. However, the bride never arrives, and Jenna begins to wonder if this is a sign to take advantage of Niko’s sudden singlehood. Following the words of her friend, “now or never,” she will try to win over her platonic love, determined not to give up along the way.

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.

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.