Arranged Marriage

I was born the only heir to a family of heroes, so my purpose is to save the world. My marriage was to help achieve this noble goal. I have no romantic intentions, but something seems to be drawing me to this man! He is a villain, it is in his blood, but why does he look so much like someone I do not want to meet in this life? I will live this life only the way I want, and I am not going to make the mistakes of the deceased Ariadne! I am not her. Or is it...?

My boyfriend dumped me just moments before I was about to introduce him to my colleagues. Summer, a corporate party at a luxury hotel, music, dancing… and me—standing in the parking lot, crying. What am I supposed to do? For three months, I’ve been telling everyone about my incredible, handsome boyfriend. I described him as so amazing that people have already started doubting he even exists. Now they’ll definitely think I’m a liar. Unless… I manage to convince one of the waiters to pretend to be my boyfriend for the evening.

Picked up a Snow Maiden on a snowy highway? Get ready for trouble! Serious and level-headed businessman Vlad breaks his own rules and gives a ride to a sweet, frozen girl in a Snow Maiden costume he finds by the roadside. Neither of them knows yet that this chance encounter will spark a chain of adventures destined to change their lives forever.

Everyone knows the story of Cinderella, who found her happiness thanks to a shoe—but what if the shoe fit someone else? Aveline Kingston is the youngest in her family, feeling inferior to her older sister and convinced she’ll never find someone to love her. But a royal ball, an unexpected encounter, a glass slipper, and a forced marriage will change everything. *Aveline*—a story that answers the question so many have wondered: **What if the shoe fit someone else?** *(Note: I kept the name "Aveline" as the title, but if you'd prefer a more descriptive title like "The Wrong Slipper" or "Aveline: The Other Cinderella," that could also work! Let me know if you'd like any adjustments.)*

Rumors spread among the vampires. The government denies the tragedy of the festival, turning it into a myth. The theory that the Zethee is developing a new weapon fuels human distrust, while whispers of a zrasny reach even the ears of the dead. The birth of a new life brings with it another sign of what’s to come — for every attempt to escape destiny is but another step toward it. Before beginning, it is essential to read Vampiric Destinies. .................................................. Copyright © All Rights Reserved.

Daring and self-assured, cold and fiercely independent. The only authority she acknowledges is her father, despite their strained relationship. She has broken countless hearts and remains utterly indifferent. Her free life is abruptly threatened when the question of marriage arises. Her father has chosen a suitable fiancé, but that prospect is far from her plans. An escape to a masked ball is meant to be a simple distraction, but there she encounters a mysterious stranger—the only person to ever touch her soul. Yet, he vanishes just as quickly as he appeared. Now, what is she to do, when her unwanted future husband is already waiting for her at home?

When Lord Waymore, a ruthless witch hunter, agreed to this marriage, he had no idea that his bride was one of those he had sworn to destroy. Young Ellie may have appeared broken and submissive, but ancient magic lies dormant in her veins, and her heart burns with vengeance.Their union was supposed to be just part of a political game, but gradually feelings flare up between them, forbidden and dangerous. He is her enemy. She is his only temptation. Between duty and passion, truth and betrayal, light and darkness - what will win?

I became the key to ending a long and bloody war. My marriage is meant to bring peace to our war-torn lands, and for that, I should be grateful. But I can’t silence the fear that grows within me. Why would the powerful Demon King choose a bride from the Kingdom of Mages? What awaits me beyond the Capranov Mountains, in the mysterious realm of my future husband? Can I keep my secret hidden from him? And what fate awaits the other ten brides for the demons? Book One of the Duology about Emilia and Valtazar. Book Two: The Demon King’s Wife. Path of the Arch-Amira.

So this is the sister of the woman who tore his father away from the family? She looked far too young—and far too alive. As if the slightest touch would make her spark like a fountain. The stranger met Alex’s gaze. For a second, he could’ve sworn her eyes shifted color—clear amber now, almost glowing. “Nana,” she said after a brief pause, then quickly turned back to the patient, as if afraid of the way he looked at her. Inside this story: #A girl who feels others’ emotions—and can influence them #A man struggling with the shadows of his past #Two wild little troublemakers #Forbidden feelings

Mixed up the grooms? Well, it happens! Especially when you’ve been dropped into a strange new world, without so much as a survival guide. So here’s the bare-minimum plan: 1. Fix the mess I’ve made (oops). 2. Find a way back home. 3. And most importantly, do not fall in love!

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...

"You want me to pretend to be your wife?" Kira wasn’t just surprised — she was downright shocked by what she heard. "And you want me to actually, I mean officially, marry you?" "Exactly," Timur confirmed. "You'll be my legal wife for a while. Then, when we return to Ukraine, we'll get divorced and go our separate ways." "And what makes you think I’d be interested in this? That I’d agree to take part in your little scheme? Don’t you have anyone else to ask?" "Your help won’t be for free," Timur quickly assured her, following Kira back to his car. "The hotel I’ll build in your town will be yours. And I’ll pay off all your uncle’s debts so he can keep his position as mayor. He’s counting on you to be reasonable."

“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.”