“I didn’t pull the trigger to kill her. I pulled it to make her a ghost the world would stop hunting.” To save her from a shadow syndicate’s execution order, elite assassin Sebastian Vance had to do the unthinkable: put a bullet in the chest of the only woman who made him feel human. One shot. A jagged cliff. He watched Alexandra plunge into the raging black sea, leaving him a hollow, grieving monster trapped in a mansion of echoes. Now, he lives as a ghost—haunted by her memory, bleeding for a phantom. He doesn’t know their lethal chemistry was written in blood a decade ago. He doesn't know he was the caged boy her father died to rescue. He just knows his soul drowned in that water with her. Sebastian stalks the dark, burning his empire to ash to avenge her death. He is entirely consumed by his grief. But Alexandra didn't drown. She’s crawled out of the sea, ice in her veins and a blade in her hand. She is stepping out of the shadows to become the very ghost that hunts beside him. Sebastian thinks he’s being haunted by love—but he’s about to realize his beautiful phantom has come back to help him execute the dark.

He was supposed to watch her, not fall for her. Valentina Moretti is the beautiful mafia wife everyone envies and nobody saves. Trapped in a violent marriage, she survives by staying quiet, sharp, and one step ahead of dangerous men, until Adrian Volkov enters her life. Her new bodyguard is all scars, cold stares, and controlled violence. The kind of man who looks born to ruin people. The kind of man she should fear. Instead—she starts craving the way he watches her. But Adrian is hiding secrets dark enough to destroy them both., because the man protecting her…might be the same man sent to betray her. And in a world ruled by blood, guns, and loyalty—falling in love with the enemy may be the deadliest mistake of all.

The men at Blackridge decided Emily Carter was weak long before they learned her name. Quiet women didn’t survive there. Not in a place built from concrete, bruises, and men who mistook cruelty for strength. From the second she arrived, the jokes started. “Careful,” Ryan laughed during drills. “She might break a nail.” Marcus made her carry extra weight packs. Jake called her “Princess” every chance he got. And Emily? She never reacted. Never argued. Never fought back. That only made them push harder. Because silence in Blackridge wasn’t seen as dignity. It was seen as permission. Then came the locker room. Steam curled through the fluorescent lights as Emily pulled off her training shirt—and the entire room went dead silent. Scars. Massive ones. Burned deep across her back and shoulders. Jagged. Twisted. Like someone had tried to tear her apart and failed. For one second, nobody laughed. Then Ryan smirked. “Well damn,” he said. “What attacked you? A lawn mower?” Marcus stepped closer, staring openly now. “Maybe that’s why she acts so weird,” he muttered. “Maybe she’s damaged.” The laughter came back louder this time. Crueler. Emily grabbed for her shirt, but Marcus caught the fabric first. “Relax,” he mocked softly. “We’re just curious.” Her breathing broke instantly. Hands trembling. Eyes unfocused. And for the first time since arriving at Blackridge— Emily Carter cracked. She dropped onto the cold tile floor trying to breathe while the room watched her fall apart. Some laughed. Some stared. Nobody helped. Then the locker room door exploded open. “STEP AWAY FROM HER.” The voice hit the room like a gunshot. General Robert Hayes stood in the doorway, eyes burning with something far worse than anger. Recognition. The room went silent. Hayes looked at Emily. Then at the scars on her back. And suddenly his face changed. Not shock. Not pity. Guilt. Heavy. Immediate. Devastating. Marcus frowned. “Sir…?” Hayes stepped forward slowly. Then spoke words that made the blood drain from every face in the room. “You idiots,” he said quietly. "Shut your mouths! Do you even know who she is?" Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then Hayes looked directly at Jake Miller. And what he said next nearly destroyed him.

Sold to the monstrous Blackfang Alpha to save her starving pack, Lyra expects a quick death. Kael Draven is a ruthless warlord who wants her only for power—until his wolf scents something ancient in her blood and refuses to let her go. Hunted by kingdoms and marked by forgotten magic, Lyra uncovers a deadly truth: she is the last Lunar Queen. Now, she must choose her fate—goddess, ruler, or the mate of the most dangerous Alpha alive.

Ghost survived black sites, torture, overseas wars, and six years of becoming something less human and more useful. Founder of BLACK VEIL. Mercenary captain. A ghost story in tactical gear. The kind of man people called when they needed a building cleared, a body retrieved, or a problem buried so deep it stopped having a name. He was silent, brutal, untouchable. Even his own men feared him. As for someone like that— Nyra Quinn, underground mechanic and illegal street racer, had one very professional opinion: “He looks like he buries people in wet cement for stress relief.” Then one day, Ghost watched her steal a motorcycle outside a bank and chase down a robber through downtown LA traffic like she’s starring in her own action movie. He’s in the middle of a sniper assignment when it happened. One second he’s calculating wind direction. The next? Nyra tackled the guy off a bike, draged him into an alley, and started beating him with her helmet... He forgot his target existed for six seconds. For the first time in eight years. ... Later, Nyra worked under the hood of BLACK VEIL’s armored SUV while six armed mercenaries stood around like emotionally constipated furniture. She didn’t look up. > “Does your boss come with a user manual, or is the mask supposed to explain the whole personality disorder?” The garage went silent. Because no one talked about Ghost. Not like that. Not in front of him. Ghost stood beside the vehicle, skull mask turned toward her. After a long pause, he said, > “Nyra.” She rolled out from under the engine with a wrench in her hand. > “What?” His grey eyes lowered to the grease on her cheek. Then to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. > “Come here.” Nyra narrowed her eyes. > “If this is a murder thing, I’m charging extra.” Ghost’s voice dropped lower. Rougher. > “I lost focus on a job today.” Nyra blinked. > “Congratulations on having a human experience?” His men stopped breathing. Ghost didn’t move. > “Because of you.” Nyra stared at him. The wrench slipped slightly in her hand. Across the garage, Kane muttered, > “We’re all completely fucked.” ① Emotionally repressed masked mercenary captain × sunshine chaos mechanic ② He kills people for touching him. She touches his mask and asks if he’s hiding scars or feelings under there. ③ Slow burn / touch-starved antihero / found family mercenaries / black humor / “she makes the monster hesitate.”

In her past life, Clara spent twelve years trying to please her adoptive family, only to end up in a nightmare of a marriage with her cold-hearted adoptive brother, Christian. He tortured her for a crime she never committed, eventually leaving her to die in a horrific car accident on a rainy highway. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn into the day she was first brought to the orphanage, Clara deliberately ruins her own chances of being adopted by the wealthy wealth family. She will not step into that luxurious hell again. Instead, she is taken in by Julian’s family—a warm, loving home where she finally tastes what true happiness feels like. Determined to stay away from her past tormentors, Clara focuses on her new life. However, destiny has other plans. As the paths of the two families cross again at school, Christian’s intense, searching eyes are locked onto her once more. Can Clara truly escape the shadow of her past life, or is she running straight back into the web of the man who ruined her?

Claire Dawson thought she knew everything about her best friend. For two years, she and Alina Veyne shared classes, dreams, and late-night talks while studying veterinary medicine in Seattle. Alina was brilliant, fiercely protective, and strangely restless whenever the moon hung high over the city. Then one brutal night changed everything. After being attacked outside a nightclub, Claire witnesses the impossible: Alina transforms into a massive gray wolf and tears their attackers apart to save her life. The secret world of werewolves suddenly becomes terrifyingly real. As Claire is drawn deeper into pack politics, forbidden secrets, and the dangerous laws of the Alpha wolves, her bond with Alina only grows stronger. But the closer she gets to the pack, the more she realizes her own fate may already be tied to theirs. And somewhere in the shadows, an Alpha is already watching her.

Ghost survived black sites, torture, overseas wars, and six years of becoming something less human and more useful. Founder of BLACK VEIL. Mercenary captain. A ghost story in tactical gear. The kind of man people called when they needed a building cleared, a body retrieved, or a problem buried so deep it stopped having a name. He was silent, brutal, untouchable. Even his own men feared him. As for someone like that— Nyra Quinn, underground mechanic and illegal street racer, had one very professional opinion: “He looks like he buries people in wet cement for stress relief.” Then one day, Ghost watched her steal a motorcycle outside a bank and chase down a robber through downtown LA traffic like she’s starring in her own action movie. He’s in the middle of a sniper assignment when it happened. One second he’s calculating wind direction. The next? Nyra tackled the guy off a bike, draged him into an alley, and started beating him with her helmet... He forgot his target existed for six seconds. For the first time in eight years. ... Later, Nyra worked under the hood of BLACK VEIL’s armored SUV while six armed mercenaries stood around like emotionally constipated furniture. She didn’t look up. > “Does your boss come with a user manual, or is the mask supposed to explain the whole personality disorder?” The garage went silent. Because no one talked about Ghost. Not like that. Not in front of him. Ghost stood beside the vehicle, skull mask turned toward her. After a long pause, he said, > “Nyra.” She rolled out from under the engine with a wrench in her hand. > “What?” His grey eyes lowered to the grease on her cheek. Then to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. > “Come here.” Nyra narrowed her eyes. > “If this is a murder thing, I’m charging extra.” Ghost’s voice dropped lower. Rougher. > “I lost focus on a job today.” Nyra blinked. > “Congratulations on having a human experience?” His men stopped breathing. Ghost didn’t move. > “Because of you.” Nyra stared at him. The wrench slipped slightly in her hand. Across the garage, Kane muttered, > “We’re all completely fucked.” ① Emotionally repressed masked mercenary captain × sunshine chaos mechanic ② He kills people for touching him. She touches his mask and asks if he’s hiding scars or feelings under there. ③ Slow burn / touch-starved antihero / found family mercenaries / black humor / “she makes the monster hesitate.”

After three years of agonizing distance and nine hundred cross-continental flights, Jolene thought her homecoming would be a fairytale ending. Instead, she returned to a chilling reality: the man who once promised to pluck the stars for her was now shielding a young intern in his arms. While Jolene spent her nights buried in libraries to shorten their time apart, Xavier found solace in the warmth of someone else. As her love turns into ashes alongside the mountain of boarding passes she once cherished, Jolene realizes that some wounds can't be sutured—even by a world-class surgeon.

For three years, Bella gave Adrian Sterling everything — her loyalty, her love, and the quiet support behind his rise to power. But the moment Adrian secured control of the Sterling Group, he destroyed her in front of the entire world. Standing beside his glamorous new lover, he publicly announced that Isabella Hawthorne was “dead,” erasing the woman who helped build his empire as if she had never existed. Humiliated and betrayed, Bella vanished without explanation. Three months later, she returns. Not as the forgotten woman Adrian abandoned… but as Isabella Hawthorne — the untouchable heiress of one of the most powerful financial dynasties in the country. At a high-stakes investment conference, Adrian is moments away from winning the project that could secure his dominance forever. Then Bella calmly raises her bidding paddle. “Fifty million.” With a single sentence, she steals the deal he spent months fighting for and shocks the entire business world. Now Adrian finally realizes the truth: the woman he discarded was never weak. She was simply hiding her crown.

One night of drunken blurred lines, Willow Avery surrendered herself to the one man she was forbidden to touch. Now, she’s trembling in his clinic as Julian Kingston—the city’s most brilliant and enigmatic physician—presses his cool fingers against her pulse. He doesn't just diagnose her fever; he unravels her secrets. Forced by family duty to move into his private penthouse, Willow finds herself trapped in the lion’s den. To the world, he is her respected "Uncle." Behind closed doors, he is the predator who knows exactly how to make her pulse race.

Zora had transmigrated into a book. In her mind, a voice resonated—the Oracle. [Congratulations on your second chance at life! Your mission is as follows—] [Target the villain while he is still at his weakest. Capture his heart and prevent the impending end of the world.] In her past life, Zora was a killing machine bred in the darkest pits of the Arena. Now, she’s transmigrated into a high-magic world with one absurd mission: tame the world-ending villain while he’s still weak. Her method? Instead of offering warmth and love, she plunges golden puppet threads into his very marrow. "Stay still," she whispers, using the villain’s blood to warm her frozen hands. To the Oracle's horror, Zora treats the future destroyer of worlds like a stray pup—ordering him to cook, clean, and keep the fire burning. But as Vane’s shattered bones heal under her command, his gaze turns from lethal hatred to something far more dangerous. He was supposed to destroy the world, but now, he only wants to be the most powerful puppet in hers.

In the Silver Moon Pack, Seraphina Novak was nothing but meat. As a "worthless, packless Omega" who couldn't even shift, she spent her youth scrubing the floors of the pack castle. But on her eighteenth birthday, the universe played a cruel joke—it tied her soul to Kilian, the ruthless, newly crowned Alpha, as his Fated Mate. Instead of salvation, Seraphina received the ultimate humiliation. To secure a political alliance with her cruel, golden-child sister, Kilian tore the sacred bond apart in front of the entire pack: “I, Alpha Kilian, reject you as my mate. You are too weak to bear my heirs, and too worthless to lead my pack.” Stripped of her mother’s heirlooms and bleeding from the agonizing rejection, Seraphina was exiled into a deadly, unforgiving blizzard. The pack celebrated her departure, assuming the fragile, red-haired girl would freeze to death in the wilderness. They didn’t know that extreme despair is the perfect catalyst for a sleeping god. Four years later. The Silver Moon Pack is hosting a grand Supernatural Summit, desperately trying to beg for the favor of the Firstborns—the oldest, most terrifying Lycan family in existence. When the grand doors swing open, the "worthless exile" returns. Draped in emerald silk and dripping in wealth, Seraphina walks in. She isn't a broken Omega anymore. She is the shadow king of the supernatural black market, a Grand Master Witch, and the holder of the extinct Royal White Wolf lineage. With a single flick of her wrist, she bankrupts the Silver Moon’s entire empire. Furious and jealous, Kilian and her sister demand the guards throw the "trash" out. But the room falls into a suffocating, lethal silence. Alistair Von Rothschild, the centuries-old, platinum-haired ruler of the Firstborns—a man whose very name is a death sentence—descends from his throne. Ignoring the trembling Alpha entirely, Alistair drops to one knee before Seraphina. His striking violet eyes burn with a lethal possessiveness as he kisses her knuckles: “My Queen, you kept me waiting.” As Alistair’s ancient aura crushes the room, Kilian’s wolf soul instantly forces him to his knees, shattering his pride at the feet of the woman he once threw away.

Claire Reyes only wanted one reckless night. One night to forget: the fellowship she lost, the boyfriend who called her “emotionally exhausting,” and the terrifying feeling that no matter how hard she worked, she would never truly be chosen by anyone. Then she met him. Killian Virel walked into the rooftop bar looking less like a billionaire and more like something dangerous pretending to be civilized. Cold eyes. Expensive suit. The kind of man people instinctively moved aside for without understanding why. Claire should have stayed away. Instead, slightly drunk and emotionally wrecked, she looked at the devastating stranger across the room and asked: “Do you want to have a one-night stand with me?” That should have been the end of it. Except Killian touched her like he was trying not to lose control. Looked at her like she already mattered too much. And held her afterward like letting go had become physically difficult. So Claire ran before sunrise. No note. No number. No goodbye. She thought time would bury the mistake. Unfortunately for her, Killian Virel is not a man capable of forgetting. Now the dangerously obsessive billionaire keeps appearing everywhere: outside her campus, waiting after late-night shifts, watching her like he’s restraining something violent beneath perfect composure. And the worst part? Claire is starting to realize his jealousy feels almost… predatory.

“I didn’t pull the trigger to kill her. I pulled it to make her a ghost the world would stop hunting.” To save her from a shadow syndicate’s execution order, elite assassin Sebastian Vance had to do the unthinkable: put a bullet in the chest of the only woman who made him feel human. One shot. A jagged cliff. He watched Alexandra plunge into the raging black sea, leaving him a hollow, grieving monster trapped in a mansion of echoes. Now, he lives as a ghost—haunted by her memory, bleeding for a phantom. He doesn’t know their lethal chemistry was written in blood a decade ago. He doesn't know he was the caged boy her father died to rescue. He just knows his soul drowned in that water with her. Sebastian stalks the dark, burning his empire to ash to avenge her death. He is entirely consumed by his grief. But Alexandra didn't drown. She’s crawled out of the sea, ice in her veins and a blade in her hand. She is stepping out of the shadows to become the very ghost that hunts beside him. Sebastian thinks he’s being haunted by love—but he’s about to realize his beautiful phantom has come back to help him execute the dark.

"If you're still single by thirty, I'll marry you." That was the promise Julian made a decade ago. Clara clung to those words, treating them as her only reason to survive. But at twenty-nine, instead of a wedding gown, she found herself draped in a patient's robe, staring at a terminal diagnosis. As she struggles to let go, she watches the man she’s loved for ten years—a brilliant, cold-hearted cardiac surgeon—lavish his tenderness on another woman. With time running out, Clara must decide: will she confess the truth of her broken heart, or will she quietly fade away, leaving her love as a secret buried in the snow?

Clara Gu once believed that ten years of devotion could build a lifetime of love. But when Julian Lin, her fiancé, abandoned their wedding at the eleventh hour for his former flame, Eva, Clara realized her entire world was built on illusions. Now, bound by a forced marriage of convenience and carrying a secret that could change everything, Clara finds herself trapped in a cycle of cruelty and obsession. As dark secrets from Eva’s past begin to surface, Clara must fight to protect the only thing that matters—her unborn child—while Julian is blinded by a vendetta fueled by lies. In a world of power, betrayal, and broken promises, will Clara find her way to the light, or will the weight of the past bury them all?

Clara never thought she would see Julian again, not after reading the heartbreaking news of his suicide. A world-renowned genius pianist lost to his own darkness—until a freak accident sends Clara back twelve years to the day they were seventeen. With only seven days to rewrite fate, she realizes the car accident that nearly ended her life was a twisted act of destiny. Armed with the secret of his future tragedy, Clara must navigate a high-stakes game of time and secrets to save the boy who secretly loved her for a lifetime. Will she be able to silence the chaos and ensure he plays for the world, and for her, once more?