Age Gap

Daniil Olshansky is an unearthly attractive, daring, self-confident thief of women's peace. And I definitely shouldn't look in his direction for two reasons. First, why would I want to go through such trouble? Second, men like him don't fall for gray mice. I am invisible to him. I was... - "Shall we dance?" A charming, killer smile is dazzling me. - "You and me?" I stare at him in disbelief. "You have a charity event? - "Ruslana, don't piss me off. You won't like me when I'm angry and irritated," his gray eyes are frozen with steel stubbornness. - "I don't like you anyway," I shrug. God, why am I lying, I'm not good at lying at all! - "It’s not like I’m offering you my heart. I just promised your aunt that I would pay you some attention," he brazenly puts his arm around my waist.

You need to have talent to piss people off like that! A bold, unbearable, master of ironic quips, a king and a god in his company and... my husband. A fake one. And no one must know that we are not real spouses. We signed a contract for a whole year. I don't know how I could have agreed to that! I accepted his challenge in a fit of excitement, and now I have to pretend to be his loving lapdog for several reasons that are important to him... But it's not that simple. It seems that this devil is starting to fall in love with me. What am I supposed to do now? Reciprocate my boss's feelings or run away to the ends of the earth?

— Didn’t know I’m a co-owner? — he’s surprised. — It’s public information. — I can leave, — I hold myself from looking down. — That’s not a problem. — It’s enough that you showed up again, — he smirks. Before me is a complete stranger. Indifferent. Cold. Only his appearance reminds me of who he once was. — If we don’t remember the past, it won’t bother us. — And can you stop remembering, Sa-sha? — I hiss through my teeth. — Yes, — there’s a tremble in my voice, but I nod firmly. — Fine, — he stands up. — Get to work, — he says, leaving me to stew in memories... They will probably never fade. I will never be able to breathe freely. I will never soar on the wings he broke...

- "We can't see each other anymore," I force myself to look him in the eye. - "Because you're married?" Myron snickers. He's hot-tempered, self-confident, hot… "He doesn't deserve you, Ira..." - "That’s none of your business!" - I exhale, afraid that all my determination will evaporate and I won't be able to put an end to our romance because I'm a fool in love. - "You were just my fun little game... I don't love you, - in fact, it's the opposite, but now I'm thinking only about the two lines on the test and my husband's frightening ultimatum." - "So you don't love me?" - he touches my chin with authority, - "You're so grown up and you haven't learned to lie. Begging and going desperate are not my style. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

- "I warn you, only business ethics are welcome in my office. If I notice that you are flirting with me, we will say goodbye immediately. The two previous secretaries got fired just like that," he says, minting every word with an indifferent tone and not even looking at me. Ha, like I’d ever try to woo you! I don't even want to work here! - "Don't worry, Yaroslav Bronislavovich," god, what a tongue-twister of a name that is, "you're not my type at all. Now you're looking at me with your blue eyes. What a handsome bastard! I can see why girls fall for you. I dare to add one more phrase, hoping that he will immediately dismiss me. - Sir, you better worry about not falling in love with me. Trust me, you’re not gonna enjoy it. - Me? You? Don't even count on it!

– What are you staring at me for? Got nothing else to say? - My audacity is off the charts, today. But what else is a nineteen-year-old girl supposed to do in this middle-of-nowhere? Only to annoy my intellectual neighbor trying to prevent a famous plastic surgeon from getting a post divorce depression. – "I swear to god, I’ve never wanted to strangle a woman, but I’m getting really close here" he says through gritted teeth, "Even my ex-wife didn't drive me to such a frenzy! Mia, I forbid you to come near me, talk to me, or even look in my direction! - Oh, boo-hoo, how scary. What are you gonna do, Mr. Edgar So-and-so, if I do lavish you with my attention? Pout at me, like a noble princess? - "You'll see," he squints his beautiful green eyes angrily. You have to admit, he provoked me...

All my conscious life, I wanted to break free from control—to speak up at least sometimes. To have a choice… my own choice. Not to listen to other people’s advice. To live my own life, make decisions, study, build friendships, dream, love… I longed for independence so deeply that I failed to notice when those desires turned against me. Sadly, I was the one who took a step whose consequences I can now only guess at.

Megan is a famous designer who is mistakenly told she has three months to live. She then decides to live life to the fullest and do everything she hasn't done in her 26 years of life. For that reason, she gets drunk and ends up in bed with a stranger—although not entirely a stranger. He is her father's enemy, a man with a heart of ice who only uses her to get revenge on her father. What neither of them expected was that their night of passion would have consequences, and two weeks later, she discovers the result of her actions when she finds out she’s pregnant. The father of her child claims her as his own and takes her to live with him. He is driven by hatred and only seeks revenge. She just wanted to live and be happy. Now, their lives will be forever intertwined.

One day, a stranger proposed to me... Or rather, he proposed a fictitious marriage with very strange conditions. I agreed because the reward was my independence. But a trip with my “fiancé” to a meeting of his classmates at a picturesque resort in the Carpathian Mountains was like opening Pandora's box. It turns out that each of the attendees had their own “skeletons in the closet.” And the revelation of the secrets of the past led to a murder in which each of the ten of us could be suspected...

One night, Yara walks into a bar and orders a drink. She’s underage, so the bartender calls the police. What follows is anything but routine. Instead of arresting her, the cops pull out a breathalyzer. A mysterious stranger asks to see the device’s certification—and with a sleight of hand alters a single digit on the paperwork. Just like that, the test is no longer valid. That’s how Yara meets the Taster—a master of deception, a professional degustator, and a man who will soon become her teacher in far more than just refined taste. Stealing, shooting, outsmarting a lie detector, pushing physical limits while sharpening sensory skills—none of it comes easily. And what begins as a dangerous game between two people slowly transforms into something deeper, darker, and far more intimate.

Oleh: "She’s off-limits. My student. A clumsy girl who showed up late for her first class. A kid hopelessly in love with another student, which drives me insane. I’ve been in a steady relationship with a woman who loves me. But is being loved enough to be truly happy?" Stasia: "He’s a taboo. A brilliant doctor, my mentor, my teacher — someone I admire… and maybe, just maybe, I’m starting to feel something more. But I’ve been in love with someone else, Vadym, for years. We live together. So what if he doesn’t love me back? My love is strong enough for both of us… right?" Your stars, comments, and support mean the world to me — thank you! The sequel "I’ll Heal Your Heart" is waiting for you here.

Celia has achieved what once seemed impossible: a place at Juilliard and the love of a man who lives among spotlights and secrets. Her life now unfolds between rehearsals, sheet music, and a city that never sleeps. New York challenges her, inspires her, transforms her — but it also tests her. While Mark returns to the set of his new film and Celia struggles to find her place among brilliant musicians and even bigger egos, jealousy, doubt, and distance begin to crack the surface. New friends, new temptations… and questions that don’t always have clear answers. Can love survive when both begin to shine on their own? A story about desire, ambition, and the fire that burns when two souls keep playing the same melody — even when everything else seems out of tune.

Love ties two hearts together with invisible red threads. In my case, it bound me so tightly to a person that the knots could not be undone. Instead of enjoying the carefree days of youth and delighting in the feelings of first love, I gave my heart to Him, allowing it to be reshaped by the bloody threads of someone else’s mistakes. I managed to make a grown man fall in love with me, without thinking about the consequences of this forbidden love. And for me, the most painful thing is seeing love in his eyes and not having the right to touch it.

He’s just nineteen, a student barely stepping into adulthood. She is thirty-two, carrying the weight of a tragic past. Is there a future for their love, and will they ever be able to find happiness?

It all started with a wish my best friend and I had when we were fifteen: To travel to Las Vegas and celebrate the best eighteenth birthday in the world. It all continued in a blissful party to which we had not been invited, and it got worse with a glass with content of dubious origin. That was followed by an erotic dance, and he ended up in the bed of a stranger with a seductive Russian accent. From what I see my plans to celebrate my eighteenth birthday didn't go so well, after all. · ♠ · ♦ · ♠ · History registered in SafeCreative. Any partial or complete replica of this story is prohibited without authorization from the writer (that is, me). Without further ado, enjoy reading.

First love sucks! Naively, I blindly trusted my boyfriend, thinking that everything was mutual between us. And he ... betrayed, offended, humiliated. Betrayal ... What a short word, but how much pain it causes! I lost faith in love, lost trust in men. But fate has its own plans. Celebrating my coming of age, I had no idea that a chance meeting with a charming brunette would change my life forever. The text contains: age difference, brutal hero, intrigue, romance and tenderness, happy ending.

I have always been an inconspicuous, simple waitress in an expensive restaurant of an elite hotel. But one day everything changed. Maxim Grechansky, a powerful and domineering billionaire, drew attention to me and declared that I would become his. His stern gaze made me tremble, and his words made me obey. I should have run away, but I could not resist him. Now my heart is fighting with fear and incomprehensible desire. This man always gets his way and I will not be an exception…

I have never known abundance. I spent all my eighteen years in poverty. Second-hand clothes, a used phone, cheap cosmetics, I don’t even mention jewelry. What is the norm for you is a dream for me. To somehow help my parents feed their four daughters, I go to work for a wealthy family. But I don’t even suspect that I will meet HIM there – a man who will steal my heart and to whom I will not be able to say “no”, although I had to…

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"María Eugenia, a 45-year-old woman, believes she has the perfect family until she discovers her husband's infidelity. Mired in sadness and confusion, she meets Rodrigo, a 35-year-old young man who makes her feel alive again. Despite the age difference and social prejudices, María Eugenia finds herself trapped in a passionate relationship that leads her to question her past, her present and her future. Can he find love and happiness after betrayal and pain?