Codependency

She becomes a stranger’s bride to escape danger; he wants nothing more than to be rid of her. But she can’t let him go—not when his protection is the only thing keeping her safe. Hoping to hide behind the walls of his estate, she soon realizes there’s no hiding from the piercing gaze of his green eyes—or from the love slowly igniting in her heart.

She was his first — and only — love. He was just her game. Worlds apart in status and ambition, but bound by an undeniable pull. They were married for three months. Then she returned the ring… and left him with a scorched heart and nothing but doubt. “I want you.” Kostya choked on his coffee, coughed, and froze, staring at the confident woman across from him. Beautiful, but dangerous. A cobra in heels, poisoning his mind and striking without mercy every time she came within a hundred meters. “As a detective,” she clarified. “I know you can uncover the truth, even in hopeless cases. Especially since all of this”— she gestured around his sleek office —“doesn’t just land in someone’s lap. Unless your father’s a politician.”

The fact that I am still alive is all thanks to... a bad habit. I know it sounds absurd if you don't know the real meaning. But the truth is that I am protected by an evil creature, a dark guardian who has infiltrated our world. His personal interest in me, his thirst to feel love, is the bad habit, because the light that’s brought to live with these feelings is not inherent in demons, especially ancient ones. But this one decided to take a chance, to challenge the darkness and get the right to love! Because of this, my life was divided into "before" and "after" and I really want to tell you the story of the birth of our love!

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

A personal Djinn ordered? No? Well, you'll have to accept him anyway. And three wishes must be granted. But where exactly will that lead...?

Zoryana always knew what she wanted and was ready to fight for it by any means necessary. Maksym is her obsession, even when he falls in love with the kind and quiet Olesia. Intrigue, jealousy, and treachery become her weapons, but can love be won by force?

He is an artist, she is a pastry chef. His friend is obsessed with her friend, who is addicted to "yellow emoticons." Around them swirls jealousy that releases demons, allowing instincts to prevail over common sense. *If literature were art house, this is what it would look like.