Lucien transmigrates into a billionaire CEO novel. As who? The fake young master. The disposable pawn. The guy the author throws away by chapter three. Honestly, he’s prepared for this. He’s read enough transmigration novels to know how it goes: either you wake up early enough to sabotage the real heir before the plot even starts, or you arrive during the climax and go down in spectacular, messy fashion. Lucien opens his eyes. He’s on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic. The story is already over. He’s been exposed, disowned, and shipped overseas to quietly disappear. …Great. Fantastic. It gets worse. His English is atrocious. Not technically — academically, he’s fine. But the second he has to speak out loud, his brain short-circuits into French or Chinese. He can’t even ask for extra napkins without sounding like a malfunctioning GPS. Then there’s Leon Bolton. Leon Bolton, WK's star fighter, three-time intercollegiate heavyweight champion. Campus legend says he could knock out a charging bull with one punch. Lucien hears all this in the dining hall while eating fries and goes, “So basically… North American martial arts master.” That same night, Leon has him pinned against a floor-to-ceiling window — all two meters of muscle wrapped around Lucien like he’s some rare, fragile thing built to break pretty. Lucien is red-faced, furious, half crying while kicking at Leon’s jaw. “Get off me! Go use that farm-boy strength on somebody else!” Leon catches his ankle easily. Then lowers his mouth to the arch of Lucien’s feet and kisses it slow. Unhurried. Like he has nowhere else to be. A laugh rumbles low in his chest. “Baby,” Leon murmurs, lazy and devastating. “Be good.” Notes: Heavily inspired by transmigration tropes, except the original plot barely matters after chapter two. This is really just a college campus romance about two idiots falling catastrophically in love despite a disastrous language barrier. Lucien eventually passes his English exam. Mostly because Leon refuses to stop talking filthy in his ear, and survival instincts kicked in. The fights are hot. The yearning is mutual. And according to Lucien, the crying during sex is “not my fault, okay? He’s just built unfairly.”

I spent ten years waiting for a ghost. He was my Angel—the one who rescued me from the trash, taught me to speak, and whispered that I was precious. But on my fifteenth birthday, he vanished into thin air, leaving me with a heart frozen in time and a silver cross that felt like a leaden weight around my neck. I thought the hardest part was living without him. I was wrong. On my twentieth birthday, the Monster arrived. He didn't come with wings; he came with fangs and eyes the color of fresh martyrs' blood. In one night of crimson snow, he tore the life from my veins and replaced it with a hunger that defies God. He turned me into the very thing my Angel fought to protect me from. But as the Monster drags me into the dark aristocracy of Veridian City, he whispers a truth that shatters my soul: “Your Angel didn't leave you, Aurora. He imprisoned you.” Now, I am caught in a lethal game between the savior who loved me with a lie and the predator who broke me to set me free. One holds the key to my past; the other holds the leash to my future. In a world of eternal night, who do you trust when your Angel wears a mask of thorns, and your Monster is the only one telling the truth?

They call me a monster. A ruthless exile deemed unworthy of love by the Moon Goddess herself. My existence is built on shadows and violence, a life defined by the dragon elders' rejection. I have never known kindness, only fear—until I found her. She was a fragile thing, hiding in the rot of the forest, eyes like amethysts, trembling as if I were the devil incarnate. To her, I am a nightmare wrapped in scars. But the Goddess was wrong. She claimed I could never be mated because of my tainted bloodline, yet when our paths crossed, the ancient bond sparked into life. I am a dragon cast out from everything I once knew, and she is the delicate light that could either save my soul or burn me to ash. They want me gone, but for her, I will bring the world to its knees.

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?

At Noctis Academy, the empire does not train students. It creates weapons. After her father is executed for treason, Evelyn Valehart survives by becoming invisible. Quiet girls live longer in royal kingdoms. Especially at Noctis Academy— the empire’s brutal gothic war institution where noble heirs learn strategy, magic, and how to kill without hesitation. Evelyn arrives with nothing except: a scholarship, her dead father’s encrypted journal, and a dangerous suspicion that the empire buried something monstrous beneath the academy cathedral. She does not expect to attract the attention of Lucien Mordane. The crown prince. The empire’s most feared war heir. The boy whispered about in candlelit corridors like a curse. Cold. Untouchable. Violent. Students fear him enough to lower their eyes when he walks past. But Evelyn notices something nobody else does: Lucien looks exhausted. As political conspiracies tighten around Noctis and students begin disappearing beneath the academy, Evelyn uncovers terrifying truths about forbidden shadow rituals, dead royal heirs, and the horrifying experiments that transformed Lucien into something more weapon than human. The closer she gets to the truth— the closer Lucien gets to her. And the empire’s perfect prince begins unraveling in dangerous ways: watching her too closely, sleeping outside her door, threatening anyone who touches her, losing control whenever she’s hurt. Because Evelyn becomes the first person to look at Lucien Mordane and see: not a monster. Just a boy taught his entire life that love was weakness. But some kingdoms are built on blood. Some princes are born to destroy empires. And some love stories are less about salvation— and more about choosing who you’re willing to ruin the world for.

On a rain-drenched night in Boston, Chloe saved a bleeding stranger from the shadows, only to have her act of mercy stolen by her own treacherous stepsister, Lyndsey. The stranger was Eric Vance—the cold, ruthless billionaire ruler of the Vance empire. Bound by a deathbed promise to his grandfather, Eric enters a loveless, transactional marriage with Chloe, entirely unaware that she is the true savior he has been searching for. For three years, Chloe endures his icy indifference, treasuring the home she so desperately craved. But when the truth of his motives brings her world crashing down, and a tragic betrayal tears her unborn child away, Chloe chooses to disappear. Now, the cold billionaire is willing to burn the world down just to find the shadow he once cast away.

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.

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.

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?”

I meant to stop having a crush on my boss. Unfortunately, my farewell involved kissing his photograph. Even more unfortunately, Adrian Vale was standing behind me. After a year of managing his schedule and pretending not to notice his mouth, I’m ready to recover my dignity. I’ll do my job, pursue my transfer, and stop staying late just to spend time with him. Adrian seems to have a problem with that plan. Suddenly, he’s bringing me coffee. Asking about my weekends. Inviting me to dinners that sound suspiciously like dates. I know how to handle a demanding boss. I have absolutely no idea how to handle one who wants to kiss me back. A sweet, witty M/M office romance about an exposed crush, a surprisingly determined boss, and learning to believe you’re wanted.

I had a perfectly reasonable crush on my sweet, pretty roommate. Unfortunately, Chase Walker had apparently appointed himself Noah’s personal bodyguard—and decided I was the threat. Then Noah climbed into my bed, tipped up my chin, and proved there was absolutely nothing innocent about him. That should’ve settled things. Except I kissed Chase to shut him up. Apparently, that was his first kiss. Now one roommate keeps sneaking into my bed, the other wants another chance at my mouth, and the campus gossip page is having the time of its life. They both want me to choose. Honestly? I think they should learn to behave first.

Princess Seraphina Ashford has no intention of marrying a stranger. Unfortunately, her escape plan ends with a tangled skirt, a pair of steady hands—and an accidental kiss with the most distracting person she has ever met. Then comes the formal introduction. That beautiful stranger is Alex Blackwood, her intended. And the prince Sera thought she was promised? A princess. Alex offers her six weeks, no forced promises, and the freedom to walk away. Sera accepts. She simply hadn’t expected the shared books, the stolen kisses, or how quickly Alex’s arms would start to feel like home. But beneath Alex’s teasing smiles is a secret: she fell for Sera years before their disastrous introduction. Now Sera is discovering just how difficult it is to resist a woman who remembers the smallest things—and blushes whenever Sera kisses her back. A sweet sapphic royal romance filled with playful flirting, tender devotion, and two princesses learning to choose each other.

Dante Romano comes home early to find a three-year-old girl secretly polishing his shoes. Her pajamas are stained black. Her hands are shaking. And when he asks what she’s doing, she begs him not to fire her sick mother. Zoe thinks clean shoes will keep a roof over their heads. Dante wants to know who made her believe that. Hannah Williams has spent months keeping her head down in his house, protecting her daughter and avoiding questions that could cost them everything. Now Dante is asking those questions himself—and discovering how much has happened in his name. He can offer protection. He can call a doctor. He can make the people threatening them regret it. Earning Hannah’s trust will be harder. Especially when her little girl starts saving him a seat at breakfast, and Dante begins wanting a place in their lives that no amount of money or power can buy.

After a car accident wipes out four years of his memory, billionaire CEO Adrian Hayes wakes up to the most shocking news of his life: he's been married to a man for three years. There's just one problem. Adrian is absolutely convinced he's straight. Then gorgeous, sweet, and dangerously charming Elliot Parker walks into his hospital room, and Adrian falls head over heels at first sight. Unfortunately, Elliot is already married. Determined to win him over, Adrian decides to steal Elliot from his mysterious husband—completely unaware that he's trying to steal his own husband! Between jealous outbursts, embarrassing romantic dreams, forgotten honeymoon memories, and kisses that feel strangely familiar, Adrian discovers that losing his memory might be the most ridiculous way to fall in love with the same man twice. But when the truth about their imperfect marriage begins to surface, will falling in love again be enough to give them a second chance?

The Last Man I Should Want Eight months ago, Rafael Costa kissed me like he’d been waiting years to do it. The next morning, he told a reporter I meant nothing to him. Now he’s sitting in my locker room, wearing my club’s shirt—and asking for a second chance. We’re supposed to compete for a starting place. Instead, he’s saving me breakfast, falling asleep beside me on away trips, and making it increasingly difficult to remember why I promised to keep my distance. I can handle him being my rival. I’m less prepared for how much I like having him as my boyfriend. Especially when there are cameras everywhere—and neither of us is particularly good at keeping our hands to ourselves.