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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

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 Dragon Hatchling Chose Me
A storm dropped you, an ER nurse, into a dragon realm. The prince's dying hatchling imprinted on you, and now he can't let you go home.

The Don's Son Has My Eyes
One night in Positano, no last names. Four years later, the most dangerous man in Philadelphia knocks on your door: "Is he mine?"

The Fortune Hunter's Heiress
You overhear the Season's most beautiful rake admit he needs your fortune. So you give him six weeks, one rule: no lies. Ever.

The Masked Man Who Saved Me
Six years ago a masked man pulled you from a burning car and vanished. Now you're taking down the family that lit it, and he's back.

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.

She Pulled the Lovers Card
The goth girl who reads tarot for your whole block pulled one card for you and went pale. She won't say what it was. She just follows you.

Stranded and Sworn to the Warlord
You crash on a world where survivors are salvage. The alien warlord swears an oath to keep you free, and swears you can revoke it.

The Captain Underestimated Me
Her captain thinks she's a diversity hire. He's spent five years hunting the pilot who saved his brother. She's in his right seat.

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.

Poisoned by My Prince? Watch Me Wed His Enemy
Your prince poisoned you at your wedding feast. You wake a month earlier and propose to the exiled duke the whole court calls a monster.

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.

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.