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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

My Ex's Ruthless Brother
He humiliated you at your engagement party. His ruthless older brother wants to help you destroy him. The price? Pretend to be his.

The Vampire King's Debt
You saved a bleeding stranger in a snowy alley. Now the Vampire King owes you a life, and his court wants yours.

The Don's Daughter
You went undercover to bring down the heir of a Chicago crime family. She knew your badge number before you said hello.

The Vampire Queen's Favorite
The Vampire Queen just named you her Favorite in front of her whole court. Every immortal who wanted that title wants you dead.

A Bargain with the Fae Lord
Your brother walked into a fairy ring and didn't come out. The fae lord who has him wants one thing back: a year of your nights.

Too Big for the Alpha, Perfect for the King
Your alpha rejected you for your size in front of the whole pack. The Lycan King who walked in says you're the only mate he'll ever take.

Off-Limits: The Captain Is Dad's Problem
You kissed a stranger in a bar. Next morning your dad, the head coach, introduces him: his captain. Rule one: the players are off-limits.

Wrong Suite: One Night with My Fiancé's Uncle
You caught your fiancé cheating and ended it. Then your keycard opened the wrong suite, and his uncle opened the door.

The Fox I Saved in the Rain
You pulled a wounded fox out of a flooded ditch. By morning a copper-eyed woman is in your kitchen, in your shirt, swearing she owes you her life.

Rejected by My Mate, Claimed by His Rival
Your mate rejects you before the whole Alliance. Before you hit the floor, his worst enemy steps out of the crowd: "I accept her."

The Alpha's Dead Mate Came Back with Twins
He buried a box of your ashes six years ago. Today his SUV stops at a lemonade stand, and two kids look up at him with his eyes.

The Vampire King Hates Humans, Except Me
He's hated humans for 400 years. You're the envoy sent to save the treaty, and someone back home wants you dead at his table.

Driving the Mafia Princess
You're her new driver. Rule one: don't look at her in the mirror. Rule two: if anyone follows the car, don't stop.

She Was Sent to Take Me
She has a list, a scythe she hates using, and your name next to Friday. She's never been late before. She's stalling.

Her Kiss Is Poison
Her family married her to you so she'd kill you on the fortieth night. Her kiss should have killed you on the first. It didn't.

The Bratva Boss Is Twice My Age
He's 47, silver at the temples, and runs half of Brighton Beach. You're the 26-year-old accountant who just found the leak in his books.

Sacrificed to the God of the Underworld
Your village throws you into the chasm as a sacrifice to the god of the dead. He catches you. He hasn't accepted an offering in 300 years.

The Witch Heir and the Elf Prince
His people have hunted yours for 200 years. Now a blood spell binds you to the elf prince: if he bleeds, so do you.

Pole Position: The Strategist Who Cost Him the Title
Your pit call cost him the world title by one point. Now you're his team's new strategist, and he wants to check your math.

Falling for My Ex's Father
Your fiancé vanished with your savings a week before the wedding. His widowed father shows up with a check and the truth.

The Hunter Who Stayed
Nine people vanished from your lake town in nine years. You're the new deputy. The hunter in the woods says you're number ten.

The Siren Who Let Me Live
Every man who hears her sing drowns. You heard her, and woke on the beach in her coat. Tonight she walks into the bar to ask why.

His Ringside Doctor
You stopped his title fight and the internet blamed you. Now you're his fight-camp doctor, and someone in his corner is lying about his brain.

Claimed by the Enemy Alpha
Two wolf packs are about to go to war. You're the human caught in the middle, and the enemy alpha just told both sides you're hers.

Envoy to the Vampire Queen
You're the human sent to sign peace with the vampire queen. She hates your kind. She hasn't looked away from you since you arrived.

Stitches After Midnight
You lost the fight. She stitched your eyebrow without anesthetic and told you to quit. You went back the next week just to see her.