Romance : top book in the genre

My life crumbled like a rotten tooth trying to bite into a walnut. My fiancé and I split up, my workplace went bankrupt, and on top of it all came the autumn blues and non-stop gloom. It felt like the absolute end of the line. But a single phone call changed everything. I packed my bags and bolted to the capital to chase a better destiny. Truth is, I had barely stepped off the train before disaster found me again...

Insecure about her weight and carrying the scars of a painful heartbreak, she decides to leave everything behind and move to the city for a fresh start. She wants a new life. A new version of herself. A chance to finally believe she is enough. He is a renowned photographer, used to dating the most beautiful women who cross his path. At thirty-three, success surrounds him, yet an undeniable emptiness lives in his heart. Tired of superficial connections, he returns to his roots, to the small studio where his career first began, tucked inside a struggling shopping mall far from the city’s glamour. There, among faded walls and dreamers who refuse to give up, he hopes to rediscover himself. Two lost hearts. Two different kinds of loneliness. Sometimes, the place where everything started is exac

— You’re pretty, — he says with a smile. — Very pretty, actually. But you do need to fix that little lack of attention. — And how exactly? — I blink my long black lashes at him. — Should I wash your shirt? — No, little fish, — he suddenly switches to a teasing tone. — I happen to have a free evening… So I’m inviting you to a quiet little place, where I’ll teach you how to drink coffee properly—without splashing it on people in the street.

"Karen must take responsibility for the son of her deceased best friend. While she searches for the woman's half-brother, she prays that he is found and willing to adopt his nephew. Dean, a workaholic, arrives at his office one day to find people claiming he has a half-sister he never knew about. Not only that, but she has passed away and left him her son. He refuses, but Karen proposes a deal. Will he accept?"

Natalia, a prodigious woman, finds herself caught between two men: Nick, a young actor with whom she shared an unforgettable night in London, and Mike, a CEO who seems to be an emotionless idiot, struggling under the weight of his family’s expectations. As secrets pile up and difficult decisions loom, Natalia must confront what she truly wants in life and how her relationships might change her forever.

Greta owes a moral debt to the family who raised her after she was left orphaned. The Williams family gave her a home, a name, and a future. So when she learns that Antonio Williams, the youngest son, is dying and his final wish is to leave his mother, Clarisa, a grandchild, she does not refuse. When Bruno, Antonio’s older brother, asks her to carry Antonio’s child, Greta agrees. She has always kept her distance from Bruno. Growing up under the same roof, she found him intimidating, distant, and cold to everyone around him. The only person who ever softened him was Antonio. What Bruno never knew is that, in silence, Greta loved him. Becoming the mother of Antonio’s child means binding herself forever to the Williams family. She knows that even after Antonio is gone, Bruno will protect her

Two friends start working at a large company. Their boss, one of the most handsome and sought-after men, falls in love at first sight with one of them, but the other also falls for him. Now, she'll do anything—betray her friend, lie to him, even return from the dead—just to have him. But one day, after a terrible accident, they switch bodies, and now one will pay for all the harm the other has done. She'll be accused and sentenced, enduring many hardships in prison, while her best friend gets what she's always wanted.

How can a simple pencil and a sheet of paper transform a life forever? For Aria, art was more than a mere pastime — it was her refuge, a place where her emotions could flow freely, without judgment. She never imagined, however, that a single drawing could set off a chain of events that would turn her world upside down. It all began on an ordinary afternoon, when a strange urgency compelled her to pick up a pencil. Without much thought, she began to draw the face of a man who, she believed, existed nowhere but in her imagination. But as the lines came to life on the page, something inside her whispered that the face was not entirely unfamiliar. There was something unsettlingly recognizable in those eyes — something that seemed to be speaking to her from the past… or perhaps, from the fut

Burke had his future all planned out. He’d be heading to college next year on a football scholarship and joining the junior league. But everything changed when Anna returned—with a little girl in her arms. A girl who looked far too much like him. Could he be the father? Could he take care of a child? What would happen to his life, his career, his dreams? Anna hated coming back to the town that had hurt her so deeply, all because of her mother’s choices. But this time, she wasn’t alone. She had the one thing that made her truly happy—her daughter, Hope. And she wouldn’t let anyone hurt her the way they had hurt Anna.

Rocío Smith is forced to attend her half-sister’s engagement… to the man who broke her heart years ago. There, in the middle of a reunion that stirs up everything inside her, Thiago Russo appears: her ex’s enigmatic brother. Cold, calculating, and dangerous, Thiago quickly sets his sights on her. And he has no intention of letting her go. Because even if the world sees him as the black sheep of the Russo family, Thiago is willing to play dirty… and prove to his brother that he knows how to win where others only lose.

- Nice lipstick, - he says, his gaze lingering on my lips. - What color is it? Ripe cherry? Burgundy wine? - he guesses, touching my lower lip. - It's the color of ‘Get your claws off me,’ - I remark sharply, pushing his hand away. - I always use it when there's a hint of a meeting with people like you. - People like me? What do you mean? - Even if you were the only man on the planet, I'd rather die than let you touch me with even your little finger. Facing the owner of a local nightclub on one of the worst days of my life, I didn't mince words - I wanted to say everything I thought about him, hoping it would be our first and last encounter. But fate had other plans, bringing us together again and again. Although, to be honest, I'm starting to suspect that fate has nothing to do with it.

I fell in love with her essence. She gave me back my life and my happiness. But I made the worst mistake: I pushed her away when she needed me most. I let my family’s manipulations cloud my judgment, and I hurt her. Now, the only thing she gives me is indifference. She returns emptiness in every glance, disdain in every word. She does not deny me our children, but she denies me a second chance. Even so, I love her more than ever, and though her heart is closed, I refuse to give up on trying to heal what I broke.

He didn’t want anything to distract him from his passion. He was clear about that: it was only pleasure, but I couldn’t help falling in love despite who he was. I hid it so well that he ended up just like me, asking me to be his wife. Until that night at the bachelor party, when, trying to surprise him, I saw him with another woman. I said nothing; I waited patiently for my revenge. On our wedding day, I humiliated him, wounded his pride by refusing to accept him as my husband. Two months later, I discovered I was expecting his daughter—a daughter he would never know about until the truth that separated us came to light. Now he can’t stand the sight of me. That hurts, but not as much as not knowing how to tell him he is a father, that the little girl who calls him “Daddy,” and whom

Sarada never thought she would cross paths again with Khaled Al-Sayed, the magnate behind an automotive empire and the man who broke her heart. For five years, she has raised their son, Zamir, alone, never imagining that fate would force her to seek help from the last person she would ever want to see again. When Khaled discovers the truth, the world he had built with his fiancée begins to crumble. Although he is about to marry the woman everyone considers his perfect match, there is something inside him that has never stopped burning: the spark of what he once felt for Sarada, now reignited by the discovery of a little person who will forever bind them together.

What would you do if a man told you he loves you because you are the woman of his life? You don’t know him at all, yet he is madly in love with you. He insists that you are his woman, and that you were happy by his side until you inevitably left. He needs you to live. He will do anything to make you love him again, and now that he has found you, he has no intention of letting you go. Perhaps his tenderness and his beautiful green eyes will end up conquering you… again. “My dear, come with me through the echoes of time. Let me hold you in my wings and sing to you until you fall asleep. Let me make you remember the love you once felt for me. I am certain it is you, I have no doubt, because I could never forget the woman who stole my heart.” © 2021 Amarok Volk. All rights reserved.

Andrew Howard, Earl of Pembroke, is one of the English peerage’s most coveted yet elusive bachelors. Rossana Lucchesi, an Italian-born noblewoman, is forced by her brother to start a new life in England. When their paths cross unexpectedly at a ball, the sparks fly... though not in the way Rossana would like. Pembroke is determined to drive the beautiful Rossana to distraction, and he is prepared to make her his countess, no matter the cost.

In the icy streets of St. Petersburg, where the echoes of the past still whisper secrets, two broken souls cross paths in an unexpected destiny. A young woman finds herself on the brink of despair, holding a baby in her arms. And a mountain of debt threatening to crush her, her future seems as bleak as the Russian winter. One fateful night, while seeking shelter from the relentless snowstorm, Anya Petrova is nearly run over by a luxurious car. The driver, an oil tycoon named Dimitri Volkov, is a man of power and mystery, whose presence is as imposing as that of the ancient tsars. Can Dimitri and Anya find solace in each other's arms? Or will they be dragged into the darkness of their torment?

"I want to make you an offer," Denis says suddenly. "What? Another tour?" I joke. "No. Be my wife," his expression is serious. I burst out laughing, looking into the tense eyes of my companion. "You're quite the joker, Denis." "I'm not joking," he furrows his dark brows. "Then your offer is completely out of place," I say, indignant, crossing my arms over my chest. "Wait, don’t jump to conclusions," he raises a hand. "Just hear me out. It’ll be a fake marriage. You’ll be my wife for a month, maybe two, and I’ll pay you a good sum for it." "And how much will you pay?" I ask with deep skepticism. "A hundred thousand." "Two hundred, and I’m in," I play along, curious to see how he’ll respond. "Deal," he says, sounding satisfied...

"You want to marry me off to the one who got me into this mess?" I say, unable to believe what I'm hearing. "Don't exaggerate," Mom brushes off my words. "I would've sent you to this college anyway. I didn’t have time for you." "I can’t stand him." "You were just kids back then. I’m sure you’ll find common ground now." "No. I’m not marrying him," I say firmly, trying to stand up for myself. "Nobody’s asking you," her face darkens, and all lightness vanishes from her voice. "It’s already been decided and discussed. The date’s even set. So be a good girl and do what I tell you."

"Yeva," he drawls my name painfully. "What are you doing here?" I snap, irritated, and unable to hold back, I turn around sharply. "I have to be here. I’m the owner of the gallery." The news shocks me, but I try to stay composed and not show it. "Really?" I say dryly. "I didn’t know." "You have no idea how surprised I was when I found out you were among the other artists," he says, relaxing and giving a friendly smile. "Don’t talk to me like we’re old friends," I retort, annoyed at his smug expression. "You betrayed me. You abandoned me." His smile fades, and his face pales. "I’m sorry for what I did," he starts to explain. "There was a good reason for it." "I don’t even want to hear it," I hiss angrily. "Your actions have no excuse. You didn’t even call—just sent a message."