Enemies-to-Lovers

There’s a saying: "Be careful what you wish for." But I was never afraid to dream — in fact, I loved it. Dreaming felt better than chasing dreams. Like many women, I wished for three simple things: to lose weight, to get rich, and, of course, to fall in love. With someone strong, handsome, and sexy — maybe even a prince... A horse was optional. And then, one day, all my wishes started coming true. But not the way I imagined. Not in this world — and sadly, not in this life. Only when I found myself in the cold embrace of a strange world did I realize: sometimes dreams can become a curse. And to find real happiness, you must leap into the unknown. But can I do it without losing the person I once was — forever?

Are you a complete failure, a nobody who never managed to achieve anything in life? Or maybe… maybe you were simply born in the wrong time? Maybe this world—where machines do the work, computers make the decisions, mistakes don’t cost you your livelihood or your life, everyone is equal, and no one is allowed to die—isn’t meant for you? But what if someone offered you the chance to change your life—not by moving to another country, but by vanishing from this world altogether? Sounds tempting… if you’re ready to treat life like a game of chance—and yourself as the wager. Because you’ve got nothing left to lose, and everything to win. So you play. Fearless. Uncompromising. There’s only one thing to fear: What if all of this… is just a dream?

In ancient times, a witch might be burned at the stake. But that's not how things are done anymore. A modern witch is condemned to life. Yet, is she truly guilty? Or to put it another way: if not her, then who? And why? After all, she wasn't condemned for witchcraft... Is she even a witch at all, or did she perhaps inherit it? Is she the only witch in this story, or is the one who lived three hundred years ago also involved? How can you abandon this case when you yourself are a victim? And not just a victim... What will you become in the end? Is it a natural force guiding you on this path? Does it have a purpose connected to the distant past? Why does it seem as if someone is deliberately suggesting solutions... and offering new friends? Who could it be... or what?

2039, 2042, 2061, 2080. The historical dates in my life. Two of them were historical for the whole world. ​I am Fadyx, the new system's problem, the perfect girl, the perfect match for great and powerful men in the Resilience. ​2039: The first nuclear wave. 2042: The creation of the Resilience. 2061: The third nuclear wave, my birth, and my mother's death. 2080: The current era. ​Anyway... I'm Fadyx, the storm, the collateral damage. And them? The matches I never thought I'd have, the ones with great power in their hands. ​I was considered untamable, cynical, sweet, intelligent, gentle, and perfect. I found it hard to follow orders so simple that I just make them explode. ​They were bossy, dominant, serious, unyielding, calculating...

She was brazenly stolen from the human world because she might be a chosen soul, the kind that can take away magical power from anyone. Then the kidnappers decided that there had been a mistake, that the chosen one was not this girl, but another. And so it began! And how to be now Very much want to go home, because there - family, friends, plans for the future, and here he is - a sweet girl's dream. Love at first sight. King of the elves... But, unfortunately, he's married. And his two brothers: The younger one is still okay, but the middle one is a complete nightmare: haughty, conceited, arrogant.

"The Wild Lands are located on the very edge of the World. They say that beyond them lies only Eternal Darkness,“ continues Akira, my roommate, enlightening me. ”How do you know?“ ”My brother flew there on a diplomatic mission. He said that guests are usually greeted in the form of a dragon and that almost the entire time they were there, they did not transform into humans. They lived in caves in the mountains, hunted, and ate raw meat. “How awful! And now these savages are going to study with us? They probably don't even know how to read!” The girls around me giggled, and this did not go unnoticed by the new arrivals. “And they say they came for brides! But who would want to live in their wilderness?” Wild dragons? At the Academy?

— My name is Arsen. — I don’t like that name. — I’ll try to survive it, — he smirks. — One passport. — One number in the phone, and it doesn’t answer. Do you and Oleg have some kind of secret code in your conversations? — I don’t know who Oleg is. I’ve never seen him and I don’t want to. This isn’t my passport, it belongs to my friend… — I’ve heard that already, — he cuts me off sharply. — What’s your name then? — Alisa. If you had looked at the document properly, you might have noticed the differences, — I start to get nervous. Giving my real name would be even more dangerous. — Tell me where your brother is, and you can leave today. I don’t get any pleasure from keeping a woman locked up.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. That's what they say. One simple saying, but how many facets there are in it. You can disguise mistakes or evil deeds as good ones. You can have good intentions, but do nothing to implement them. And it may happen that the most sincere and desperate actions will have unexpectedly fatal consequences. And then it doesn't matter for what reasons and by whom that apple was picked - both will burn...

He stepped closer, and their eyes met. And then, in a split second, Daryna remembered who was standing in front of her. It was him—the one she hated with all her heart. The one she had tried so hard to forget. No wonder she hadn’t recognized him—he no longer existed in her memories. “Vlad,” she whispered his name. “Is it really you?” “I’m glad you at least remember my name,” Vlad said with a faint smile. “When did you get back?” “Yesterday,” Daryna replied shortly, slowly regaining her composure. “Back just yesterday, and already at work today. That’s the Daryna I remember—the good girl who never liked to sit still.” He glanced at her ring finger. “Still not married, I see. You know... I’m actually glad. You’re free. And so am I.”

One "wonderful" day I woke up in another world and in another body - in the body of a paralyzed princess. And I jumped to my feet briskly. But not everyone is happy about such a wonderful healing. The husband is grinding his teeth with happiness, his mistress is trying on the status of a duchess, and the secret admirer was not ashamed to convey his congratulations through a hired killer! There is a chance to return home, but you just have to live to see this bright moment. And preferably not outside the walls of a monastery! So, it's time to take matters into your own hands and show them that sometimes shortcomings are the highlights.

Florence Johnson, daughter of the Marquis of Ailesbury, was entering her third season. After two years of successful proposals and politely turning down several gentlemen, she expected this year to be no different, until she met Connor Harrison, Earl of Westmorland and future Duke of Kent. Connor had no intention of marrying and planned to attend the balls only to please his mother. Yet he encountered the sweet Lady Florence, the only woman seemingly uninterested in his fortune or charm, which wounded his pride. In trying to win her over, he realized he liked her far more than he expected, though the idea of giving up his treasured bachelorhood was harder than he imagined.

Aina was happy, in love, and preparing for her wedding. But all her hopes came crashing down in an instant. Her brother Saim, the leader of the Southern Region, saved his life by promising to give the girl as a concubine to the sworn enemy of their family. When Aina found herself on the other side of the Stony Plain, the desire to die was replaced in her rebellious heart by the thought of revenge. But the Ancient Elements determined a different fate for the girl: not death, but life, not revenge, but love. Unusual, exciting adventures. Love on the edge. Magic and ancient legends

Moving to a new city. A dorm room. The first steps into adulthood — Lizabeth Parker is ready for change. She’s stubborn, honest, a little clumsy, but she knows exactly what she wants: to study veterinary medicine, live life on her own terms, and never let anyone invade her space. But life has other plans. Secrets, rivalry, accidental touches, and glances that burn hotter than any fight. And somewhere in the middle of it all — her. A girl who didn’t want to fall in love. And a boy who became her worst weakness. This is a story about how hard it is to stay true to yourself when your heart feels something real for the first time. About a painful attraction that borders on hate, a choice that defines the future, and how sometimes, the worst part of someone reflects the worst part of you.

She is a havror with a scarred childhood—an operative for the kingdom’s wealthiest, taking on missions that rival the impossible. She can be anyone… anyone but herself. He is the king of a realm that isn’t truly his, surrounded by enemies and unable to trust a soul. But when their paths cross—she will complete a mission for him, and he will change her fate forever.

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

“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.”