Jealous Hero

I’m just a simple math and physics teacher, but fate has it that at night I work as a stripper. I do it all for my sick mother, as her treatment costs a fortune. I had come to terms with my fate, knowing I would eventually quit this job and live a quiet life. But one night, a clash with a powerful rich man during a dance turned my life upside down. He began to blackmail me and forced me to obey his every whim…

— Inna, calm down! — he grabs my wrists and pins them down. I can’t move. He’s too strong. — Stop it! — Get off me! Let me go! — And where exactly should I let you go? Out on the highway? So someone mistakes you for a hooker? — Why do you care? Isn’t that what I am to you? Just a whore?! — I scream, thrashing. — Let me go! — I won’t! — he growls, tightening his grip around me until it’s hard to breathe.

- "Don't turn around, don't even think about it," Marta whispers, clinging to my arm. - "Just play it cool. Like it's a big deal. Just your ex! Every woman should have an ex-boyfriend who makes you want to spit in his back." - "But not every woman has an ex-boyfriend who becomes her boss," I mutter with trembling lips. "Shit, now it’s me or him. I can't believe this is happening to me. ...Why are you blushing all of a sudden? Is he coming over here?" - "Hey, Ashley," Gordon's deep baritone voice comes from behind me. How does he even have the nerve to talk to me?

- "Arrogant bastard! Apollo on steroids! Even if you were the last man on earth, I would never look at you!" I tremble with rage, clutching my broken phone in my hand. It's good that it wasn't my heart. - "It's nice to know that the doll-faced trouble will stay away from me," this idiot, the son of my stepmother's another lover, snarls back. Usually her love affairs don't last long, and I was already glad that I would never see this rude man again. And there you have it! My stepmother, whom I love very much, has suddenly decided to get married, which means that I will see this dumbhead from time to time. And I'm not sure I'll be able to stay sane around him, because after our kiss "on a dare" everything in my life went to hell!

In the hidden city of Valluna, vampires rule from behind the veil of night under the strict code of the Obsidian Circle. They control the flow of blood and forbidden pleasures, but on the margins the blood dolls flourish—people obsessed with the ecstasy of the vampire’s bite. Lillith is one of them, and Ezio Valenti, an ancient vampire and guardian of the Circle, despises them for it. Forcing him to make her his personal “supply” is the humiliation his rivals plot—and the spark of a mutual addiction. Between bites and fevered nights, desire and rejection twist into dangerous love. While rival factions battle for Valluna, Lilith and Ezio must decide whether to obey the rules… or burn them down with their desire.

In the mid-1500s, in the Ottoman Empire, Prince Aslan, a strong and handsome young man, second in line to the throne, is sent to stop invasions. After a heartbreak and years of war, he encounters an open-minded, forward-thinking Hindu woman from his harem, Akira, who is not just any slave.

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?

After a painful breakup, my world cracked. I tried to escape the depression, even if just for a moment, by going to a club with my friend. And that’s where I met HIM... I gave in to temptation and spent the night with a stranger—without even learning his name. Imagine my shock when, the next morning, I discovered he was my new boss. His fantasies are sinful, and his demands shamelessly indecent. But I agreed to them. Not because I was afraid of losing my job—but because I didn’t want to share that pleasure with anyone else.

“Don’t you have something to tell me?” he asked, his gaze stern as he leaned over me. “Nothing,” I muttered, trying to pull back. “What if you think harder?” “Let go. I need to leave.” “He doesn’t need you anyway. So what? Am I your target tonight?” “You didn’t look like a victim,” I snapped irritably. “Then why did you run?” His arm wrapped tightly around my waist. “I was in a hurry,” I blurted, my voice shaky. “Care to explain that?” “Looked to me like you came here with another girl.” “Right now, I’m all yours.” “I don’t want that. Let me go.” I tried to push free, but his grip only tightened. “You seduced me, lit a fire in me, gave me a taste of something rare—and now you want to walk away?” he whispered, eyes locked on mine. “Exactly. Now let me go!” My voice was anything but steady.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home.” “You really don’t understand normal words, do you?” I start to get irritated. “Do you think you can get away with anything?” “Oh? Can’t I? Not everything?” He stops, smiling. “People don’t belong to you.” “Seriously?” he feigns surprise, clearly enjoying my confusion. I ignore his gaze and keep typing in the address to find the nearest taxi. “You’re brave,” he drawls. “Alright, I get it — let’s switch places. Tonight, you can do anything you want. Pick whatever you like, I’ll make it happen… but on one condition.” This night could have ended differently, but I made my choice — and agreed to his reckless game.