For three years, Seraphina Cross poured her soul into a silent marriage with Ethan Vance, the ruthless heir of Vance Enterprises, knowing his vows were driven by a cutthroat inheritance clause rather than love. When the sudden death of the family patriarch shatters the last tie binding them, Ethan coldly demands a divorce. Driven to despair and silenced by a tragic accident that robs her of her voice, Seraphina vanishes into the rugged wilderness of the Scottish Highlands, leaving behind a tragic rumor of her death. Yet, just as Ethan realizes that the quiet warmth he so brutally pushed away was the only true anchor in his chaotic life, Seraphina returns—no longer the submissive wife, but a woman reborn. Swept into a storm of corporate betrayals, hidden wills, and a love that refuses to die, can a broken mermaid reclaim her voice, or will their second chance dissolve like foam in the open sea?

The moment Sienna Fontaine’s soul snapped back into her body, the pathetic "system" and the transmigrated weakling who spent five years ruins her life were thoroughly erased. Five years ago, Sienna was the legendary "Crimson Rose" of Upper Manhattan's elite—untouchable, proud, and breathtaking. But a car crash left her trapped in her own mind, forced to watch a flawless imitator turn her into a desperate, begging slave for Shane Vance, a man who treated her like dirt while showering his "white chocolate" Stella Lyne with millions. Even the son she birthed despised her. But now, the real Sienna is back. Frozen bank accounts? Reclaimed luxury estates? A clean, ruthless divorce and an ironclad severance of parental rights? Sienna strips Shane of everything she once gifted him, leaving him and his mistress in the gutters. As Shane finally realizes what he lost and begs on his knees like a dog in the pouring rain, Sienna simply steps into a luxury ride, her hand gently held by Lucas Sterling—a man far more powerful, dangerous, and deeply devoted to her. "Shane, you called me a pet," Sienna smiles coldly from the window. "But you forgot—roses have thorns, and mine are lethal."

Ariel Winter, the Moon-Touched Luna, was born with a destiny no one could predict: two Alpha mates, two kingdoms, and a bond that defies every rule of prophecy. Rhys Evernight, the silent and steadfast protector, sees the heart beneath her responsibilities. Dorian Ashcroft, the fiery and commanding Alpha, ignites a passion she never expected. Neither demands a choice, yet both claim her in ways she cannot ignore. In a world of war, intrigue, and ancient magic, Ariel must navigate love, power, and her own heart. Will she ever discover who she truly belongs to—or is some bonds meant to remain unbroken?

Frederick Heinrich von Herheid never expected to find a girl dying in the middle of his private hunting grounds. She had no name. No memories. No place to call home. With nothing but pity—and a feeling he couldn't quite explain—he brought the mysterious girl back to Herheid Estate. He planned to give her shelter until she recovered. He never planned to fall in love with her. Arabella was sweet, affectionate, and hopelessly spoiled once she realized how much Frederick indulged her. Every day she tested the limits of his patience, and every night she found new excuses to keep him by her side. "Fritz," she would pout, curling her fingers around his sleeve, "I think I deserve a reward tonight." Frederick would sigh, pretending not to notice the sparkle in her eyes. "Greedy little bird," he would murmur. "One day you must learn restraint." Unfortunately for him, she never did. Then her memories returned. And with them came a horrifying realization. Arabella Sofia Sinclair was the only heiress to the Sinclair Grand Hotels, one of Asia's most powerful luxury empires. And somehow— She was already married to Frederick Heinrich von Herheid. Terrified by everything she couldn't remember and the dangerous feelings she still couldn't resist, Arabella waited until Frederick left on a business trip. Then she ran. A year later, Frederick finally tracks her down in Macau. The missing little bird is back where she belongs—surrounded by wealth, adored by her family, and determined to keep her distance from the man she once trusted with her heart. But Frederick has never accepted defeat. And certainly not when it comes to his wife. When a mysterious European billionaire arrives at the VIP lounge of the Sinclair Casino, Arabella is sent to welcome the guest personally. The moment she sees him, her blood runs cold. A wedding ring gleaming on his finger. And those impossible blue eyes fixed entirely on her. "Good evening, my beautiful wife," Frederick says softly. "I've missed you every day for the past year." His gaze drops to her trembling hands before returning to her face. "And you?" A slow smile curves his lips. "Did you miss Daddy?" ◆ "Sweetheart," Frederick whispers, cornering her beneath the glittering lights of the casino, "you wouldn't want your father to discover that his precious daughter is already married, would you?" "You're insane," Arabella snaps. "I know all the bad things you did! You’re a devil!" His smile only deepens. "Oh?" Frederick reaches for her hand. "Then stop struggling, little bird." "The devil wants to hold you now."

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.

"I spent three centuries waiting for a ghost to haunt me. When she finally returned, she was wearing a collar." Cillian de Valcourt is the Sovereign of the Eternal Night, a predator who has ruled for three centuries with nothing but boredom and blood in his veins. He isn’t looking for redemption—he is looking for the only woman who ever came close to killing him. Willow Solence remembers everything. She remembers the steel of her blade against his throat, the fire in his eyes, and the final, shattering moment of their past-life duel. She was the Hunter’s Guild’s deadliest elite, but now, she is reborn into the ultimate nightmare: a low-born blood-servant in the court of her greatest enemy. She is his captive; he is her ruin. In this cutthroat game of political maneuvering and lethal secrets, they are the only two people who truly know the monsters lurking beneath each other’s skin. For Willow, the goal is vengeance—a slow, calculated dismantling of his empire. For Cillian, the goal is possession—a desperate, terrifying obsession that defies time itself. As they dance on the razor’s edge of betrayal, Willow realizes the truth: this resurrection wasn’t a second chance. It was a trap. And in their final, inevitable collision, she discovers that for a man who has lived too long, the only thing sweeter than ruling the world is watching it burn to ashes in her arms. One life to kill him. One death to keep him.

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.

Alora Dennison is a ghost in her own pack—an orphan branded by a shameful bloodline and a future that looks like a death sentence. But on the night of her first shift, the Moon Goddess plays a cruel joke. She imprints on Colton Santo: the arrogant, cold-hearted son of a rival Alpha who has made it his life’s mission to despise her. As an ancient war resurfaces and a shadowy threat looms over their kingdom, Alora finds herself in the center of a deadly game. With her own kind thirsting for her blood and her fated mate standing as both her protector and her potential executioner, she must uncover the dark truth of her lineage. In a world where loyalty is bought and love is a curse, will Alora survive the awakening, or will she be destroyed by the very bond meant to save her?

Ten years of devotion, destroyed in a heartbeat. Lauren thought she had it all—until her mate abandoned her for the woman who once rejected him. Stripped of her status, her home, and her heart, Lauren flees into the shadows, seeking nothing but escape. But destiny has a twisted sense of humor. She finds herself bound by a dangerous contract to Alpha Sebastian—the most feared king of the werewolf world and her ex-mate’s greatest nemesis. He is cold, lethal, and obsessed with control. She is broken, desperate, and strictly off-limits. They agreed on a deal, not a romance. But in a world where enemies lurk at every corner, the only thing more dangerous than their contract is the forbidden passion igniting between them. Can a broken heart survive the fire of an Alpha who demands everything?

Blurb: "I, Alpha Killian Vance, reject you, Evangeline Frost, as my mate." With those cold words, my destiny was shattered. Framed for a crime I didn't commit, rejected by the golden Alpha I had secretly loved for years, I was hunted like an animal by the very pack I called home. Forced to the edge of the border cliff, I chose freedom over a fake trial. I jumped. And the black ocean swallowed the weak, broken Omega whole. Two years later, Blackwood’s invincible Alpha falls into an ambush. He wakes up chained in silver, bleeding and broken, expecting a monster. Instead, I step out of the shadows. No longer a packless slave, but the supreme Sovereign of the Night, burning with lethal hybrid blood and wearing a crown of ruby and ice. I grip his golden hair, forcing his proud head back as my fangs slide out. “Now, Alpha Vance... who is the master, and who is the dog?” Killian is desperate to crawl back to me, his inner wolf begging for my venom, but a Scorpio never forgets. Will the Alpha’s lethal addiction be his salvation, or will my vengeance burn both our kingdoms to ash?

She stole my life. She walked into my marriage. She made the biggest mistake of her afterlife. I was the true heiress of the Thorne legacy, discarded and sold to a monster. But before I could take my seat at the table, she arrived—a thief who hijacked my body and forced me into the silent shadows of my own mind. Now, I am a ghost in my own skin. And I have a front-row seat to her inevitable failure. I watch her flirt with my husband, Damian Thorne. I watch her fumble through a game of power she doesn’t understand. I watch her dig a grave for us both. Damian is the most dangerous man in the city, and he’s not falling for her act. He’s closing in. He can smell the rot beneath her skin, and he’s sharpening his blade to cut it out. She thinks she has "plot armor." She thinks she’s untouchable because she knows the story. She’s about to find out that being "the weak sister" was just a mask I wore to survive. And now that I’m dropping the act? The imposter is the one who should be praying for mercy. This is a Hostile Takeover. She thinks she’s the protagonist, but she’s just a liability in my portfolio. I’m done being the silent observer. I’m back to reclaim my body, my husband, and my throne. I’m not here to negotiate. I’m here to liquidate.

When Ivy Bennett’s father disappears overnight, he leaves behind only two things: crushing debt… and her name on a contract belonging to the most feared mafia king in New York. Lucien Moretti is cold, untouchable, and dangerously beautiful—the kind of man people lower their voices around. The kind of man who ruins lives without raising his own voice. Ivy was supposed to be temporary collateral. A debt to collect. A girl trapped inside a monster’s world. Instead, she becomes the one thing Lucien can’t control. Between midnight coffees, violent secrets, and a dangerous attraction neither of them can survive, Ivy slowly discovers the terrifying truth behind the rumors: The mafia king doesn’t just want to own her. He’s becoming addicted to her. But monsters don’t fall in love without destroying everything around them first. And Lucien Moretti has never been known for mercy.

She was the wolf everyone underestimated—a "weak" outsider rejected by the future Alpha of the Rimlock pack. But Phoebe held a secret that would shatter their world: she wasn't just a wolf; she was the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess, disguised in silver fur. Years later, while living in the shadows of her past, destiny intervenes. Jason, the powerful Alpha of the Blue Moon pack, has spent a decade searching for his fated mate. When he finally crosses paths with Phoebe, he knows instantly—she is his Moon Goddess. But winning her heart won't be easy. He must prove that he is worth the second chance she never thought she’d get, while protecting her from an ancient, royal threat that aims to destroy the very bond that could save their world.

“He wanted a servant. He never realized he had married a Queen—and that the child he called 'his' was the blood of his greatest rival.” For five years, I was Julian Thorne’s invisible wife. I scrubbed his floors, mended his ties, and stayed silent while my husband and my own sister plotted to erase me. I played the role of the spineless wallflower because I had one reason to live: my son. Julian believed the boy was his, and as long as he thought he was raising an heir, my child was safe. But I was living in a den of vipers. My husband didn’t just grow tired of me—he conspired with my sister to stage my "death" and steal my life. They threw me into the gutter, believing I would vanish. They were wrong. I am Elinor Mountbatten, the rightful heir to a throne the world forgot. I have returned from the ashes, and I am not here to crawl—I am here to burn their world to the ground. But I’m playing a game more dangerous than I imagined. Alistair Kane—the billionaire kingmaker who controls the city’s pulse—has been hunting for the woman who saved his life five years ago. He is cold, lethal, and currently obsessed with my sister, the imposter who stole my identity. I’ve entered his world as his most trusted consultant, watching from the shadows as he protects the parasite who is draining his empire dry. He thinks he’s found his savior. He has no idea that the "consultant" at his side is the woman he’s been hunting. But the most devastating secret isn't my return. It’s the truth about my son. Julian Thorne thinks he’s raising an heir, and my sister thinks she’s secured her future. They have no idea that the child they’ve manipulated for years is not Julian’s blood. He is the living secret between the King of this city and the Queen who is dismantling it. Julian Thorne thinks he’s finally free of me? Wait until he realizes that the woman he threw away has the billionaire’s sword in her hand—and that the child he’s using as a shield is the only thing that will destroy him. He fell for the wrong woman. She’s playing the right game.

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.