Contemporary Romance : top book in the genre

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.

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

When Kristi was six years old, she lost everything — her parents, her home, and the life she once knew. What she didn’t know was that her uncle, her legal guardian, had gambled her away in a card game ten years ago. Now, a decade later, the winner has come to claim his prize… and turn Kristi’s world upside down.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home.” “You really don’t understand normal words, do you?” I start to get irritated. “Do you think you can get away with anything?” “Oh? Can’t I? Not everything?” He stops, smiling. “People don’t belong to you.” “Seriously?” he feigns surprise, clearly enjoying my confusion. I ignore his gaze and keep typing in the address to find the nearest taxi. “You’re brave,” he drawls. “Alright, I get it — let’s switch places. Tonight, you can do anything you want. Pick whatever you like, I’ll make it happen… but on one condition.” This night could have ended differently, but I made my choice — and agreed to his reckless game.

*Life is a continuous chain of turning points: important and not so important, noticeable and those that leave no trace in memory. However, they all lay their stone in the formation of a personality. And there are moments that can radically reshape the inside. But is it forever? Maybe the process is reversible? After all, reshaping does not mean destroying. *He was once her best friend and first love. Many years later, a coincidence brought them together again and he became her personal horror. Will the past be able to heal wounded souls? Because it is the only thing they have left. PART TWO: "Forgetting You"!!!

Moving to a new city. A dorm room. The first steps into adulthood — Lizabeth Parker is ready for change. She’s stubborn, honest, a little clumsy, but she knows exactly what she wants: to study veterinary medicine, live life on her own terms, and never let anyone invade her space. But life has other plans. Secrets, rivalry, accidental touches, and glances that burn hotter than any fight. And somewhere in the middle of it all — her. A girl who didn’t want to fall in love. And a boy who became her worst weakness. This is a story about how hard it is to stay true to yourself when your heart feels something real for the first time. About a painful attraction that borders on hate, a choice that defines the future, and how sometimes, the worst part of someone reflects the worst part of you.

I hate the majors with every cell in my body. I don't understand how you can fall for money and a pretty face, and then shed bitter tears into your pillow. That's exactly what I thought until the moment when... they appeared in my life. Absolutely the same on the outside and so different on the inside. I understand that we should never have met, but for some reason, fate keeps throwing unexpected meetings at us. The bad guy Dan and the mysterious Yan. Is it my personal curse, or is there something else here? You just have to dig a little deeper and then everything will become clear. This is the feeling when a completely tasteless candy is hidden under a beautiful wrapper... How many secrets do you guys have, and which of you will allow me to bring your demons to the surface?

She was young and inexperienced when she met him. Tall, handsome, confident, and charming. He possessed a mischievous smile that made her knees buckle. For her, it was love at first sight. For him, it was just a fling on his vacation trip. She gave herself over with love and passion. Fascinated by all the emotions and sensations that awoke in her body, she didn't stop to consider the consequences her actions could bring. Weeks later, sitting in front of the toilet, expelling everything that entered her stomach, she began to understand that there are decisions that mark us and that once made, there is no going back, because when his mother finds out about the fruit growing in her womb, she will consider it a disgrace to her family's good name and will do everything to cover up the offense.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife…” Those words made Lesia feel even worse than she had before. The trap had snapped shut. “You may kiss your bride…” “No…” The word escaped Lesia’s lips, but when she saw her grandfather’s stern yet satisfied expression, she bit her lip. Still, she could no longer hold back the tears. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the moment this peasant—now her lawful husband—would start kissing her wildly. Like a predator claiming its prey, driven into this hateful… trap. But instead, Amir simply embraced her and whispered in her ear: “We’ll save the kisses for later. For now, try to calm down and put on a happy face. It’s our wedding, after all—not a funeral.”

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.

Anastasia planned a quiet pre-Christmas getaway — a break from work and a chance to prepare herself for a blind date set up by a cherished friend. But fate had other plans. When winter’s magic takes hold, nothing is quite as it seems… And sometimes, destiny whispers in the coldest winds.