Romance : top book in the genre

Lucy Anderson is the most beautiful model in the country—rebellious and arrogant in the eyes of the public and the journalists who won’t let her live in peace, constantly inventing romances and baseless stories about her. Years ago, she rejected the love of her life, Jerónimo, the nephew of her chauffeur, because he was a poor young man with no future. Years later, they meet again—she’s on the verge of ending her career due to scandals, and he’s become one of the richest and most powerful businessmen in the country. He has revenge on his mind, determined to show her that he’s not someone to play with. She carries a secret no one knows. He’ll be her boss for his company’s advertising campaigns. She’ll find herself falling at his feet once again.

She was a girl focused on what she wanted. For that very reason, she decided to leave her hometown, chasing her dream and refusing to follow the tradition of marrying without love. She never expected that in this new place she would not only find a way to achieve her goals, but also have to put up with her arrogant boss—whom she inevitably fell in love with, though she refused to admit it. That is, until one night when their drinks were tampered with and fate played a cruel trick on them, unexpectedly making her the mother of the daughter of the most arrogant man she could have ever met.

Two identical sisters were abandoned after birth and grew up in an orphanage. They are both very similar physically but very different inside. Melisa is five minutes older than her sister, she is intelligent and overprotective. Natalia is the younger of the twins, she is shy and withdrawn and her older sister has been in charge of caring for and protecting her all her life. The problem arises when her sister turns up pregnant and her pregnancy becomes complicated, causing her death. Devastated by her sister's death, she decides to take care of her nephew, passing him off as her son. The worst part is that the father of her child appears and wants to share custody and mistakes her for her sister. Now Melisa is not willing to share her little one. My story, copying is prohibited.

In front of everyone, Paris Kellman had it all. Popularity, a beautiful family, good friends, and she was stunning. So why had Watch Sander dared to leave her? With her pride wounded and blinded by rage, she was determined not to let him go so easily. So, in a ridiculous plan, she ended up getting involved with Watch's brother-in-law, the charming Neil Crossley. Nothing was going as she had planned! Undoubtedly, the plan was not to fall in love with Neil… #1 In Your Hands #2 In Your Arms #3 In Your Eyes

And there I am, in the middle of all the hubbub, among all the guests who have stood up in disbelief. In my wedding dress, for which I'd been in debt for months, with my bouquet still in my hands, and abandoned by the man I love. So stunned that I don't even react to my parents' words. "Martín, he ran away!" my mother shouts, shaking me. Is this my reality? My boyfriend has just run away in the middle of the wedding, holding the hand of the one who is, or rather, "who was," my best friend, and they've left in a taxi as if it were a movie. Am I the unfortunate protagonist of this love story?

Irina and Valentín were betrothed since childhood. After her father’s death, he traveled to Italy with the promise that when his fiancée came of age, he would return to make her his wife. But in his absence, she believed she had found love in another man. A child was born from that relationship — a girl who was seen as a threat, and therefore taken from her mother’s arms. Faced with her father’s demands and ambition, Irina must go through with her engagement, pretending to be someone she is not, and even forgetting that she once had a daughter. But… What will happen when he discovers all the secrets hidden behind his future wife? All rights reserved ©

I found myself in another world — and immediately became a problem for the prince. Kaiden didn't want me. Until he saw the fire in my eyes. Now he's angry. He kisses me as if it's his salvation. He erases my mind with his body, making me forget what I wanted in the first place. I'm looking for freedom. He craves power over me. And if the connection between us is magical... then why do I still feel myself tremble at the mere sight of him?

- What are you doing? – I exclaim in confusion, not expecting such actions from him. - Just wondering if you’re really as sweet as your last name suggests, – he whispers, leaning forward, getting closer to my lips. – And I’m dying to find out. - Better not, – I breathe out faintly. - Why? – he asks, surprised. – Are you afraid of me? He says that. The awkwardness of the situation makes me afraid to move. His closeness is both unsettling and thrilling. - Maybe, – I admit, hoping he’ll let me go.

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

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.

It took me four seconds to fall in love with him. And the world suddenly changed. It was filled with bright colors, life, dreams of the best. I realized it clearly, because I had never felt anything like this. Although I also liked boys before and I considered those feelings special. Everything was not the same, everything was even close to the same. I don’t notice anyone, because my gaze is immersed in Slava’s hazel eyes. I have never seen such a color, on the verge of swamp green and caramel. Perfect “Let’s get to know each other,” he says, launching warm streams of pleasure through my veins...

— You’d really do anything? — he turns to me, his face unchanged after all these years. The same man. The same intensity. — Yes… If I have to, I’ll even become a killer. — Bold claim, — he smirks. — But I don’t need that kind of service. He glances at his watch. — Time’s up. Oleksandr stands. He’s ready to leave. But I grab his hand — tightly. I won’t let him walk away. I look into his eyes and whisper, trembling: — Please. Don’t go. Life has brought me face to face with Lypovskyi again. I wish I could say I never wanted to see this man again… But life didn’t ask. It forced me to come to him.

"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."

Nadiya had long dreamed of visiting the mountains. But how could she have foreseen that something terrible might happen during her vacation at a mountain resort? And the idea that misfortune could bring her closer to the arrogant and cocky Davyd would never have crossed her mind.

My mother has lost her mind – in a good way! How else can you explain that instead of a neighbour, she decided to move a MAN in with me?! He also can't stand living next door to me, and he doesn't even hide it. He's decided to drive me out of my own apartment... But we'll see who wins!

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?

Johan is a man who has it all. Company, family, millionaire status, and very handsome; the only thing he has done in his life is study and work. Serious and bitter, as some describe him. Under pressure from his family, he decides to go on a trip and take his first vacation ever. What he didn’t expect was to meet a woman who would captivate him, making his cold heart warm. She was his and he didn’t want to share her with anyone. They fell in love and married quickly, keeping their relationship a secret from their family. An unexpected trip ended in an accident, causing him to lose his memory and now he doesn’t remember her or how happy they were together. Will Cristina be able to recover Johan’s love? This story is mine; copying partially or completely is prohibited. DR

Valentina is a determined and hardworking young university student, but she is about to be evicted from her small apartment. Desperate for a job, she comes across a nanny advertisement on a website and doesn’t hesitate to apply. The job is to take care of Felipe, the son of Aslan, a cold and calculating CEO who constantly changes nannies due to his demanding schedule and the difficult personality of his son. Although Felipe lacks attention, he is intelligent and observant, making the job even more challenging. As Valentina struggles to build a connection with Felipe, she begins to realize that Aslan, cold and distant, may not be as impenetrable as he seems. As she grows closer to the child and learns more about the CEO's life, the three begin to form an unexpected and deep bond.

They loved each other forever, but fate is cruel and separated them. Three years later, he returns with no memory, not recognizing her, his children, or his family. The worst part is that he loves another woman and is expecting his child. He returns to end their marriage and make way for his new love, but he doesn't realize that returning would entail many problems, one of them being that his heart won't let her go. Who will win? His old love, whom he doesn't remember? Or his new wife? Copying in whole or in part is prohibited. My novel.

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