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.

"I told you, Lana. The only way you’re leaving me is if I die." At seventeen, Ethan crushed my stepfather’s head with an iron pipe to buy me my freedom. Ten years. I waited for him through a decade of cold prison glass, sacrificing my youth, taking a knife for him, and losing our unborn child on a bloody operating table. Now, he is the most powerful tycoon in the city. But his loyalty has expired. A forgotten tablet revealed 2,300 hidden text messages, secret keys to a love nest, and an ultrasound photo from a twenty-three-year-old girl. On his ring finger, our wedding band glared back at me—the ultimate mockery of my ten years of devotion…

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.”

Emily Carter came to Florence to rebuild her life with the man she thought she loved. Instead, beneath the golden lights of Italy, she discovers betrayal waiting in their tiny apartment—and walks away from the future she crossed an ocean to protect. Heartbroken and alone in a city that suddenly feels dangerous, Emily catches the attention of Alessandro Romano: an older, impossibly powerful man whose name makes people lower their voices.

By day, Scarlett is the internet’s favorite "knife-trick" livestreamer, throwing daggers with lethal precision. By night, she is the deadliest assassin for the Shadow Syndicate. When her husband Ethan claims his empire has gone bankrupt, she plunges back into the underworld to feed the family—only to discover his bankruptcy is a cruel lie to force a divorce, all while he lavishes millions on his celebrity mistress, Chloe. Heartbroken but cold as steel, Scarlett decides to orchestrate her own vanishing act. But her escape path collides with Sebastian, the ruthless, mesmerizing crown prince of the city's most feared billionaire dynasty. He offers her the ultimate sanctuary: a fake marriage to claim his inheritance. But in a den of wolves where love is a lethal weapon, who is protecting whom?

Rain hammered against the stone steps of St. Mary’s Cathedral. Mia Clarke backed away instinctively. One step. Then another. Until the cold stone hit her spine and there was nowhere left to go. The convoy had arrived less than thirty seconds ago. Black SUV. Headlights flooding the churchyard. Men in dark suits moving with military precision. And in the middle of all of it— him. Damien Lancaster stepped out of the car like violence wearing a tailored coat. He was devastatingly beautiful. That was the worst part. His looks weren't safe; his charm wasn't human. He was beautiful the way a loaded gun was beautiful: cold, polished, lethal. The priest tried to shield her. Two men pulled him aside instantly. Damien never even looked at them. His eyes stayed locked on Mia the entire time. She felt a sick twist in her stomach—she realized he was furious. Not a loud fury. Not rage. Something quieter. Something infinitely worse. It was the silence of a decision already made. In that quiet, he had already decided the fate of everyone here. “Mia.” Her name left his mouth softly. Almost gently. It frightened her more than a shout ever could. She turned to run. He caught her before she cleared the last step. One hand clamped around her wrist. The other dragged her hard against his chest. No hesitation. No softness. He smelled like rain, menthol smoke, and expensive whiskey. “Mia,” he repeated near her ear, his voice low enough that only she could hear it, “did you really think you could disappear from me?” She pushed against his chest with everything she had. “Let go of me.” That finally made him smile. Slowly. Beautifully. Wrong. “You vanished for eleven days,” he said quietly. “I stopped sleeping on day three.” The church bells rang overhead. Nobody moved. His men didn't even dare to breathe. Damien lowered his head slightly, forehead nearly touching hers. And in that terrifyingly intimate moment— she understood something too late. This man was not trying to win her back. He already believed she belonged to him. Forever.

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.”

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?

Anastasia Vale spent her entire life believing love had to be earned. By obedience. By sacrifice. By making herself useful enough to stay. So when the Moon Goddess bound her soul to Kaelen Varros—the future Alpha of Black Hollow—she thought destiny had finally chosen her too. She was wrong. Because beneath the full moon, in front of the entire territory, Kaelen rejected her as his mate. And the bond backlash nearly killed her. Her wolf stopped speaking. Her body began breaking apart. And the man she would have died for watched her suffer in silence. So Anastasia disappeared. No revenge. No goodbye. No second chance. But far beyond the northern territories, something ancient catches the scent of a dying mate bond. Draven Thorne. The Alpha King feared by monsters themselves. Cold. Untouchable. Merciless. A ruler powerful enough to make entire packs kneel with a single glance. He should have ignored her. Instead— he brings the broken Luna into his kingdom… and slowly begins destroying everyone who ever made her believe love was supposed to hurt. Now Kaelen is hunting the woman he threw away. But the girl who once begged for his affection is gone. And the terrifying king standing beside her has absolutely no intention of giving her back.

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.

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.

By day, Scarlett is the internet’s favorite "knife-trick" livestreamer, throwing daggers with lethal precision. By night, she is the deadliest assassin for the Shadow Syndicate. When her husband Ethan claims his empire has gone bankrupt, she plunges back into the underworld to feed the family—only to discover his bankruptcy is a cruel lie to force a divorce, all while he lavishes millions on his celebrity mistress, Chloe. Heartbroken but cold as steel, Scarlett decides to orchestrate her own vanishing act. But her escape path collides with Sebastian, the ruthless, mesmerizing crown prince of the city's most feared billionaire dynasty. He offers her the ultimate sanctuary: a fake marriage to claim his inheritance. But in a den of wolves where love is a lethal weapon, who is protecting whom?

"I told you, Lana. The only way you’re leaving me is if I die." At seventeen, Ethan crushed my stepfather’s head with an iron pipe to buy me my freedom. Ten years. I waited for him through a decade of cold prison glass, sacrificing my youth, taking a knife for him, and losing our unborn child on a bloody operating table. Now, he is the most powerful tycoon in the city. But his loyalty has expired. A forgotten tablet revealed 2,300 hidden text messages, secret keys to a love nest, and an ultrasound photo from a twenty-three-year-old girl. On his ring finger, our wedding band glared back at me—the ultimate mockery of my ten years of devotion…

Twelve centuries ago, Lady Aurelia Ravenshire died in the arms of the most feared vampire in history. Count Evander Valmont never recovered. For 1,247 years, he searched for the soul he buried with his own hands, watching kingdoms rise and fall, empires crumble, and centuries disappear into dust. Then he finds her again. Not as a noblewoman. Not as the girl he loved. But as Vivienne Whitmore—a sleep-deprived medical student drowning in exams, student debt, and hospital night shifts. She doesn't remember him. She doesn't remember the castle. She doesn't remember the life they shared. And she certainly doesn't remember dying. But her blood does. The moment a single drop touches the floor, the vampire world descends into chaos. Ancient predators begin hunting her. Old enemies emerge from the shadows. And the immortal man who once lost everything is forced to confront the one truth he fears most: Vivienne may carry Aurelia's soul... But she is not Aurelia. As memories awaken and obsession collides with destiny, Vivienne must decide whether the impossible connection pulling her toward Evander is the promise of a second chance— Or the beginning of another tragedy. Because some loves survive death. The dangerous ones survive eternity.

Cassandra believed her biggest challenge at university was passing her veterinary exams, until a terrifying late-night attack shattered her reality. When her best friend Liliana transforms into a lethal, powerful wolf to save her life, Cassandra is thrust into a hidden world of shifters, Alphas, and ancient bloodlines. Now, the line between human and beast blurs, and as Cassandra learns the dangerous secrets of the pack, she discovers that being under an Alpha’s protection comes with a price—and a destiny she never imagined.

For years, I idolized Eduardo—a co-regent of the vampire clan, a man whose golden-streaked hair and almond eyes made my heart race. I believed I was his chosen one, the one destined for his eternity. But in the cold light of day, I discovered the truth: I was nothing more than another toy in his cruel, unscrupulous game. As the sun rises over his dark, imposing mansion, I take my chance. I’m leaping over the walls of the only home I’ve ever known, desperate to leave his madness behind. But just as I reach for freedom, a single word from behind a closing door stops me cold, threatening to pull me right back into his web…

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.