After twenty-six years of marriage, Sarah Mitchell thought she knew exactly how the rest of her life would look. She was wrong. When her husband walks away for what he calls true love, Sarah loses more than a marriage. She loses the future she spent decades building. Heartbroken and forced to start over in a small North Carolina town, Sarah begins to rediscover the dreams she abandoned long ago. Then she meets Daniel Brooks—a widowed former firefighter who sees her in a way no one has for years. As Sarah learns to build a life of her own, the man who left her begins to realize the truth: Some mistakes cost far more than you ever imagined. And sometimes the woman you took for granted is the one you'll never get back.

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.”

Five years ago, Evelyn Harper’s best friend vanished during a storm on Blackwater Bridge. The body was never found. And Evelyn can’t remember the last two hours of that night. Now a successful true-crime podcaster, Evelyn receives an anonymous video showing her at the bridge the night Lena disappeared. Rain pouring. Blood on her hands. Then she meets Dr. Adrian Cross. Brilliant criminal psychiatrist. Cold. Controlled. Impossible to read. The terrifying part? He remembers Evelyn. Even when she doesn’t remember him. As buried memories begin clawing their way back, Evelyn discovers hidden recordings, missing evidence, and a horrifying possibility: What if she was never just the witness? What if she was always part of the crime? Perfect for fans of dark psychological thrillers, obsession romance, and jaw-dropping twists, The Things She Forgot is the kind of novel that keeps readers awake long after midnight.

She built an empire. He was just a dad with a toy plane. Neither expected their lives to collide at 30,000 feet… When exhausted tech CEO Evelyn Harrington accidentally falls asleep on a stranger’s shoulder mid-flight, she braces for humiliation. Instead, she finds kindness—and a connection that will take her from a boardroom in L.A. to a hospital bedside in Chicago. Nathan, a single father racing to a job interview, hides a quiet fear: his little boy’s fever has spiked, and he’s not there. Evelyn has no reason to care… until she does. A small act of compassion leads to a choice that will change three lives forever.

Julian Hale has three rules for surviving his internship at Apex Capital: Don't make eye contact with Samuel Frost. Don't let him see you break. And never, under any circumstances, let him find out about the online account. Six brutal weeks under New York's most ruthlessly brilliant Managing Director have left Julian one rejection away from a complete collapse. The man is a walking glacier—ice-cold eyes, a voice like cut glass, and a standard so impossibly high that even Julian's best work comes back marked "redo." Not a single word of praise. Not once. So Julian does what any sensible, sleep-deprived intern would do. He buys a skirt. It starts as stress relief—posting anonymous femboy content online, face always hidden, just his slender frame and the quietly fierce energy of someone who's been told he's not enough one too many times. He never expects it to take off. Within months, Julian's faceless alter ego has hundreds of thousands of followers, and the internet has decided he and the mysterious, never-shows-his-face creator known only as "Orca" are endgame. Julian despises Orca. Not because he isn't magnetic, or commanding, or infuriatingly compelling in every post—but because he's a carbon copy of Samuel. Same cold authority. Same effortless dominance. Same air of absolute, devastating control. When Orca DMs him about a collab, Julian says yes out of pure spite—and proceeds to spend every session venting about his terrible boss without ever using his name. Then, slowly, Samuel begins to change. He stays after hours to guide Julian through an impossible project, steady and patient. He appears on the rooftop when Julian is silently falling apart, sliding his handkerchief across without a word. And at the victory dinner celebrating the hardest deal Julian has ever worked on, Samuel reaches over in front of the entire team, cups Julian's head in one warm hand, and says quietly: "Good boy. You did really well." Julian falls. Hard. Hopelessly. Fast. Everything is finally falling into place—until a work errand sends Julian into Samuel's private wardrobe. An entire wall of suits in Orca's exact signature style. And a stack of unopened packages, all still tagged, all in Julian's precise size. Samuel Frost has been Orca all along. And he has known exactly who Julian was from the very beginning.

After twenty-six years of marriage, Sarah Mitchell thought she knew exactly how the rest of her life would look. She was wrong. When her husband walks away for what he calls true love, Sarah loses more than a marriage. She loses the future she spent decades building. Heartbroken and forced to start over in a small North Carolina town, Sarah begins to rediscover the dreams she abandoned long ago. Then she meets Daniel Brooks—a widowed former firefighter who sees her in a way no one has for years. As Sarah learns to build a life of her own, the man who left her begins to realize the truth: Some mistakes cost far more than you ever imagined. And sometimes the woman you took for granted is the one you'll never get back.

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.”

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.

She built an empire. He was just a dad with a toy plane. Neither expected their lives to collide at 30,000 feet… When exhausted tech CEO Evelyn Harrington accidentally falls asleep on a stranger’s shoulder mid-flight, she braces for humiliation. Instead, she finds kindness—and a connection that will take her from a boardroom in L.A. to a hospital bedside in Chicago. Nathan, a single father racing to a job interview, hides a quiet fear: his little boy’s fever has spiked, and he’s not there. Evelyn has no reason to care… until she does. A small act of compassion leads to a choice that will change three lives forever.

James, a widowed single dad barely holding it together, made a quiet joke at his CEO's birthday party: “Maybe I should just marry her and solve all my problems.” He never expected Katherine Morrison—brilliant, intimidating, untouchable—to hear it. Even more shocking? She replied, “What if I say yes?”

THE COLLAPSING MARRIAGE... AND THE REBIRTH SHE DESERVES. Lyra Valehart, the Luna of House Ashveil, once believed that love meant enduring in silence. For years, she stood beside Cassian Ashveil, the powerful and enigmatic Alpha who assumed that protection, status, and dominance equaled devotion. Yet beneath the grandeur of House Ashveil’s ancient halls, Lyra’s heart withered in loneliness. She endured cold silences, crushed hopes, and the suffocating weight of a marriage built on possession rather than understanding, all while secretly carrying a life neither of them were prepared for. When tragedy strikes—a fateful accident and the loss of her unborn child—Lyra stripped off her Luna crown and vanished. Leaving behind an ultrasound with a devastating note: "I was going to tell you that night." Alone and fractured, she wanders into the wilderness of her northern territory, her wolf instincts raw and silver-eyed, her memories of Cassian and their shared past hazy... Her true bloodline awakens. She heals, protected by a second Alpha who shows her the tenderness she actually deserves. Now, This isn't about claiming her back—it’s about a brutal, painful groveling arc. He must learn restraint, suffer alone, and earn her trust from nothing. Will she ever let him hold her again?

He bought my life. I became his ruin. Killian Sterling is an apex predator in a tailored suit—a ruthless billionaire tyrant who owns the corporate underworld and every cage in Boston. When a fabricated debt portfolio strips away everything I own, he locks me inside his glass fortress, expecting me to break. He thinks I am just another captive token in his game of absolute control. He doesn't know who he invited into his home. I am Aurelia Ross—a bankrupt heiress with a bleeding family legacy, razor-sharp claws, and a soul that refuses to bend. Every demand he barks, I shatter. Every chain he tightens, I sharpen into a weapon. In a world built on lies, corporate bloodshed, and dark secrets, we were never supposed to survive each other. But as shadows close in and a shared enemy threatens to burn our empires to ash, the monster who claimed my freedom realizes a terrifying truth: He didn't trap a bird in a cage. He uncaged a fire that will consume them both.

Five years ago, Clara and Ethan were the golden couple, their future written in the stars—until a scandalous leak destroyed everything. To protect her family, Clara made the ultimate sacrifice, playing the villain to push Ethan away, while hiding a truth that would haunt them both. Now, fate brings them back together in the sterile silence of a hospital corridor. Ethan is a cold, brilliant surgeon; Clara is a desperate sister fighting to save her family from a tragic cycle. As old secrets surface and long-buried emotions threaten to break the surface, can a love broken by lies and secrets ever find its way back to the light?

Five years ago, on the eve of our wedding, I was shattered. I was forced away, labeled a traitor, and vanished into a life of silence. Now, standing in a clinic as a doctor, I look up to see the man I once promised to marry—standing there with his new fiancée, ready for their pre-wedding checkup. He doesn't recognize me, yet every glance he gives feels like a blade against my skin. I thought I had buried the past, but Liam is back, and he is determined to unearth the truth I’ve kept locked away. Can we ever rebuild what was broken by secrets, or are we just two strangers tethered by a tragic past?

“Say my name, Commander. Say it before I sink my teeth into your neck.” Rafael Cruz has spent five years dreaming of ripping Kaelen Sokolov apart. He remembered every sharp angle of the general’s body, every cold glare from those glacial blue eyes, and the silver hair that smelled like arctic frost. But he never imagined he’d hold Kaelen like this: weaponless, flushed with fever, and desperate for an Alpha’s pheromones. Trapped in Rafe’s private lair, Kaelen tries to fight the agonizing craving burning through his veins. He bites his own lips till they bleed to hold back his groans. He scratches at the titanium collar around his throat, trying to erase the mark of the man standing over him. But Rafe is a patient predator. He pins Kaelen’s hands above his head, traces the blood dripping down his collarbone, and whispers wicked promises into his burning ear. Kaelen wants to cut Rafe’s throat. Rafe wants to break Kaelen’s mind. But when their scents collide—scorched teakwood melting into frozen roses—the line between torture and desire turns dangerously thin.