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“I’m not what you need, Mia,” his voice is cold. “How could you possibly know what I need, Adam?” I shoot back, forcing bravery into my tone, though the truth is, I’m trembling under his gaze. “Looking for revenge on your ex?” His eyes narrow. “And if I am? Do you really care who I sleep with?” A dangerous spark flares in his dark eyes. In just two strides, he closes the space between us, making me stumble backward. His broad hand wraps around my throat, gripping firmly. “You’ll burn in this,” he breathes, his warm breath laced with the bitter edge of tobacco as it skims my skin. A tight, treacherous knot coils low in my stomach. I press my thighs together, cursing the way my body reacts to this man. “You’ll fall in love—and burn. I won’t love you back,” his tone is flat, unyielding.

What would you do if you saw the boy who broke your heart—eight years later? An easy question for some, a hard one for others. But what will Jacky do when she sees her first love? Will she give him another chance, or decide it’s time to let him go once and for all? After all, she’s no longer the girl she once was. She’s changed. She’s grown.

Amelia is a young orphan who grew up in an orphanage without knowing her true identity. However, her life changes drastically when her best friend invites her to live in a small town surrounded by forests. There, she discovers she is the destined mate of an older werewolf, who initially rejects the idea due to his reputation as a womanizer. At first, Elias is drawn to her because his wolf, which hadn't spoken to him for years due to his relationships with humans, stirred within him, yearning for its mate. But feeling rejected by his human because of his womanizing ways—she didn't wait for her, thinking she would never arrive—he now feels unworthy of his mate. As their paths cross, he confronts his inner demons and his wolf, which demands its mate. Elias must face

Chaos, mess… and a little bit of madness. That’s how every morning starts in this house. Between alarm clocks that never go off, Colyn shouting “milk!” from his dinosaur crib, Cody looking for his keys with a cup of coffee in his hand (which he inevitably spills), and me… trying not to forget the backpack, the laptop, the notes… or my own sanity. I’m not sure if we’re surviving or living at full speed. But here we are. Together. Laughing, running, and loving… while we build what comes next. Because in the end, the future is made like this: With chaos, mess… and a whole lot of love.

My husband cheated on me. He broke my heart, shattered my dignity, and crushed every ounce of confidence I had left. And now… he wants to take everything from me. Even my children. To stop him— I became a plaything for two.

Never, never, never in your life should you bother a woman in a fleece robe and with wet hair in a bar. Because she doesn't give a damn about anything! There are no barriers or moral standards for her! Because if a woman goes somewhere like that and is not ashamed, you can only imagine what's going on in her head!" *** Lada wanted to surprise her fiancé, but instead she got a spicy scene with her best friend. In a state of shock, she found herself in a nightclub and met the mysterious Demid and spent the night with him. And in the morning... she ran away, taking a painting from his collection, not knowing that she had challenged him to find it.

Here is the translation of the provided text into English: --- “My bar is no place for good girls,” he whispers, his hot breath brushing against me. “It’s a place of lust and desires.” “Do you think I’m naive and inexperienced?” I barely exhale. “More like innocent, and that place will corrupt you,” he says, his eyes greedily devouring me. “Do you think I’m like that because I didn’t let you finish what you wanted to do with me?” “Your eyes give you away.” “And what does that mean?” “One look into them, and any man will know you’re untouched. As they say, the forbidden fruit is the sweetest. You’ll be pursued more than others.” “You’re trying to scare me. I know. You’re afraid to hire me,” I say timidly.

Life has a twisted sense of humor. I loathe the actor I work for—arrogant, self-obsessed, shameless. The walking definition of everything I can’t stand. Yet fate’s cruel joke? I have to pretend to be his girlfriend to save him from scandalous rumors. I’d rather spend Christmas behind bars than next to him. My one rule: absolutely no kissing. The only perk? Watching him suffer from it. But with his relentless teasing and devilish smirks, I’m not sure how long I’ll last. If Daniyar thinks I’ll fall for his charm, he’s in for a rude awakening. This is war—and I play to win.

Isabela has been in love with her boss for four years. One day, she gathers the courage to confess her love with the intention of letting go of that feeling and, for the first time in years, feeling free. What she didn't expect was to confess to the wrong man... Isabela will have to make a decision: leave behind that platonic love, built from her own perfect fantasies and dreams, or embrace a real love with everything that entails. Things won't be easy; this new chapter in her life will demand that she love differently.

– Don't do that again! – I point my finger at his chest. – Never! Don't do it! – I break free from his grip and immediately head for the house. – We're not done talking, little Sophie, – I hear him say behind me. He returned to her life unexpectedly – bold, attractive, and dangerous to her heart. One kiss from him is enough to break down all the barriers she has built around herself for eight years. She swears to herself not to give in again, but will she have the strength to run away from the man she is so desperately trying not to love? Especially when her heart has long since chosen him. And will he be able to accept rejection when he is ready to fight for her to the end?

Esther Burkett agreed to marry a man eight years older than her to keep her inheritance. Now, three years later, she’s finally coming back into her husband’s life—ready to become more than just a paper wife. Apolo Ragnar is a notorious womanizer. His favorite hobby? Sleeping with the most beautiful girls in the city. He doesn’t care about his marriage—in fact, some days he forgets about the young girl he once swore to protect. He only married her in a moment of loyalty to the man who had once been his mentor. But everything changes when the woman who’s his wife on paper… suddenly shows up in his office.

My boyfriend’s birthday ended with me unable to sleep. My mind keeps drifting back to him— that blond man with piercing blue eyes who bewitched me completely. But we can’t be together. He has a wife. I have a boyfriend. So what now? What do you do when your heart is screaming…

— You can't write things like this down on paper, — he says, his eyes slowly stripping me. — As long as the contract is valid, I’ll have full access to your body… and I’ll take you as many times as I want. I sink deeper into the couch. What did I expect? Once a week? Stupid girl. — Your only job is to always want me, —his voice grows husky, desire thickening each word. — And to obey every one of my erotic whims. His gaze ignites, burning into me. — For these four months, I own you. You’re mine now. I signed a contract with a sinful billionaire to save my brother’s life… and my own. I didn’t want to. But life didn’t care.

Sabrina is a delicate intern who comes to the university to teach a trial course in design. She is assigned to a third-year stream, where one of the groups includes a very audacious young man named Nazar, who constantly provokes the young teacher. A complex emotional game develops between them, where professional boundaries gradually blur under the influence of emerging feelings.

Amanda: Seven years ago, he broke me—first making me believe in love, and then making me wish to destroy everything his hands had ever touched. He is the past… yet fate seems to have a cruel sense of humor, because today, I’m standing in front of him again. Adam: I’m looking at the woman I lost seven years ago because of my own fear—the woman I still love—and all I can see in her eyes is hatred. Have I really broken her so deeply that the girl from the pier is gone forever? Is it possible to find forgiveness for a terrible mistake made seven years ago? And does love still live in a heart shattered by fear?

Kathia doesn’t forget her past—much less forgive. That’s why she’s determined to seek revenge. She’ll do whatever it takes to make the man who destroyed her life pay, even if it means staining her hands with blood. A game of seduction, a wedding, and one night—that’s all she needs to fulfill the promise she made years ago. Her mistake is believing that killing the most powerful mafia boss alive would be easy. When she thinks she’s succeeded, she runs—carrying a devastating secret. What she doesn’t know is that the baby growing inside her will be the only thing that saves her from Logan Klein’s wrath

A storm in Scotland pushes Sophie into the arms of a handsome, enigmatic stranger who comes to her rescue. After a week of work and pleasure, Sophie returns to the U.S. unaware that she’s carrying the child of a man who turns out to be a wealthy Scottish heir.

Alessia Donovan works by day as a saleswoman in a men's clothing store, and by night she strives to complete her university studies in business administration. Everything is going relatively well in her hectic life until she has the good fortune—or bad luck—to meet one of the store's main clients. Christian Delacroix, the son of an aristocratic textile magnate...

I lost my mother; I never knew my father. My only family is my mother's sister, my aunt, and I decided to go with her until I could save up enough to pay for my studies, but things wouldn't be easy. My aunt owns a bar in a town, not just any bar. The men of the town don't just come there to drink, but also to seek the company of women. Yes, it's also the town's brothel. Who would have thought that here I'd experience love and pain at the same time? This is a story entirely my own; copying in whole or in part is prohibited.

The kiss was intense. It felt like we had both lost our heads and no longer understood what we were doing. I only came back to my senses when I felt the lecturer’s lips on my neck. He held my waist tightly and slowly—so gently—covered my collarbones with kisses. Unable to hold back, I tilted my head and gripped his shoulders. That seemed to bring him back to reality. Roman pulled away abruptly and leaned back against the seat. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I had no right. I think you should go home now.” Home? Was he mocking me? I’d been dreaming about kissing him for more than two months. And just when it felt like my dream was finally coming true, he pushed me away. “Please, sweetheart, just go home,” Roma repeated, seeing me open my mouth, ready to argue.