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.

Clara Ye is a brilliant and stunning forensic pathologist, but her husband betrayed her with an "innocent" secretary. Determined not to be the victim, on the night she signs the divorce papers, she seduces the mistress's ex-fiancé: Leo Sterling, a cold, muscular, and ruthless police captain. What began as a night of pure and wild revenge transforms into a dangerous game when Clara is transferred to Leo's department. Between autopsies and chases, the tension between the two boils over. Leo claims not to mix pleasure with work, but Clara's touch is the only crime he can't stop investigating.

To save her grandfather’s legacy, Clara agreed to marry Julian, the cold and powerful head of the prestigious Vane family. The rules were simple: no feelings, no interference, just a business arrangement. Julian, known for his ruthless logic and icy heart, promised her everything—status, wealth, and loyalty—except love. But as the mansion’s cold hallways filled with Clara’s warmth, the "Ice King" began to melt. Julian found himself breaking his own rules, obsessively protecting her and craving her touch. However, just as he lost himself in this marriage, a secret from Clara’s past resurfaced. Now, the man who swore never to love is ready to burn the world down just to keep her. "You want a divorce? Only over my dead body."

Cass has known only rejection. Cast aside by her pack and humiliated by her fated mate, she is a soul forged in the fires of unfair judgment and endless pain. They think she is worthless—broken and unwanted. But they have no idea what is truly hidden beneath her skin. When Alexis, a man who knows nothing of "boys' games," steps into her life, everything changes. He is everything her former mate is not: dangerous, commanding, and obsessed with claiming her. He doesn’t see a burden; he sees a queen. As Cass grapples with her newfound power and the raw intensity of a bond she never expected, she realizes that being rejected was never her end—it was her awakening. The wolves who once cast her out are about to learn that when you break a girl who has nothing left to lose, you create a force that will tear their world apart.

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.

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 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?”

When a billionaire inventor is abandoned by her attorney moments before a life-changing trial, the last person anyone expects to save her stands up from the back of the courtroom—a quiet courthouse janitor with a forgotten past as a brilliant lawyer. As corporate greed collides with truth, one man must decide whether to stay invisible or fight for justice one last time.

Seven months pregnant and completely cut off from her husband, Elena Hayes Whitmore is thrown out of the Whitmore estate with frozen bank accounts, no car, and nowhere to go. Her powerful in-laws tell her that Adrian has abandoned her. They even show her messages claiming their marriage was a mistake—and that the baby she is carrying may not be his. With nowhere else to turn, Elena retreats to her late father’s abandoned farmhouse in the Hudson Valley, where the roof leaks and almost everyone assumes she has finally been defeated. But the Whitmores have made one dangerous mistake. Before Elena became Adrian Whitmore’s wife, she was a forensic accountant who made a career out of finding money powerful people wanted hidden. And while the family celebrates her disappearance, Elena starts following the numbers. What she discovers could destroy far more than a marriage. Then, after six months overseas, Adrian unexpectedly comes home. And the first thing his pregnant wife says when she sees him is: “You’re alive.” Someone has been lying to both of them. Someone has been stealing from the Whitmore empire. And the family that threw Elena away has no idea what she already knows.

Elena Hayes thought surviving the black SUV was the worst thing that could happen to her. Three nights later, while she is still bruised and unable to walk without help, Vanessa Whitmore walks into her hospital room, locks the door, and places an NDA beside her bed. Fifty thousand dollars. One signature. And Elena disappears from Adrian Whitmore's life forever. Vanessa thinks she is dealing with a poor accountant who got too close to one of Graybridge's most powerful families. She mocks Elena's clothes, her neighborhood, and the life she believes money can erase. Then she makes one mistake. She starts talking. About the SUV. About Adrian. About the woman he is supposedly going to marry. And about a secret worth far more than fifty thousand dollars. What Vanessa doesn't know is that Elena isn't the helpless woman she thinks she is. And the tiny red light glowing on Elena's shattered smartwatch may be about to bring down more than one powerful family.

Lena Torres wakes before dawn every day to bake peach pies from her late mother's recipe and sell them from a tiny cart on the streets of Atlanta. But no matter how hard she works, the money never stays hers. Her controlling stepfather, Dale Mercer, takes every dollar she earns, monitors her sales from across the street, and makes sure she remembers one rule: everything under his roof belongs to him. Then a stranger in an expensive suit buys a six-dollar peach pie with a hundred-dollar bill. His name is Marcus Reed, the CEO of a major hospitality group—and instead of offering Lena charity, he asks one unexpected question: "What's your margin?" That question opens a door Lena never expected. But Dale has spent years making sure she can never walk through one without him. What he doesn't know is that Lena has been quietly collecting photographs, bank statements, credit records, and legal documents for eight months. And hidden among her late mother's belongings may be proof of something far bigger than stolen cash. Dale thinks Lena is finally trying to escape. He has no idea she's preparing to find out what he took from her before she even knew it was hers.

At eighteen, Elliot Vandermeer discovered that he was the wrong son in one of America's most powerful old-money families. The real heir had been found. The family trust was being rewritten. Six powerful men were discussing how to keep Elliot under control. So he disappeared before they could take away his name, freedom and future. For six years, Elliot lived as Nolan Gray, moving between cities and building a quiet life as a rare-book restorer. He believed he had escaped the Vandermeers—until all six men appeared at his wedding in Ireland. Dragged back to the storm-darkened Blacktide Estate, Elliot discovers that his escape was never as successful as he believed. Someone paid his medical bills. Someone erased his immigration violations. Someone protected him in Brussels. Someone watched his apartment from across the street. They always knew where he was. At the center of the trap is Leander Vandermeer, the true heir whose life Elliot supposedly stole. Leander doesn't want his inheritance returned. He wants the man who vanished before they ever had the chance to meet. As buried medical records, altered birth certificates and a decades-old kidnapping conspiracy surface, Elliot must decide which danger frightens him more: the family that refuses to release him, or the desire that keeps pulling him toward the man who finally opens the door. The way out is waiting. This time, staying must be Elliot's choice.

Betrayed and sold out by his best friend, pop icon Kian was supposed to be just another disposable plaything for the elite. When he was delivered to Alistair Vance—the most ruthless, untouchable billionaire in the industry—everyone expected him to break. Instead, Kian pressed a jagged shard of glass straight to the magnate's throat. Alistair despised anything he couldn't control, until he became utterly obsessed with the rebel who dared bite back. What starts as a cold, dangerous contract explodes into a ruthless war of vengeance and absolute devotion. They'll burn the entire empire to the ground—and on the ashes, the king will bow.

Every third night, Noah drank the warm milk his straight roommate made for him. Every morning, he woke up with a new bruise. So one night, Noah poured the milk away and pretended to sleep. At 2:07 a.m., Adrian entered his bedroom. And what Noah discovered was far more dangerous than anything that could have been hidden in the milk.