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.

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.

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.

Cassian Vale was built to survive. Former black-ops weapon. Mercenary commander. The kind of man people whispered about long after the blood dried. He doesn’t sleep much. Doesn’t speak unless necessary. And absolutely does not let people touch him. Then he meets Evelyn Mercer. A reckless underground mechanic with grease on her cheeks, unpaid parking tickets stuffed in her pockets, and a terrifying lack of survival instincts. The first time Cassian sees her, she crashes an ice cream truck into the middle of his assassination. The second time, she insults his armored vehicle to his face. The third time? She stitches a bullet wound into his shoulder while threatening to poison his coffee if he twitches again. Evie thinks Cassian is emotionally constipated, vaguely homicidal, and incapable of acting like a normal human being. Unfortunately, she might be falling for him anyway. And Cassian— Cassian is beginning to realize that Evelyn Mercer is far more dangerous than any weapon he’s ever faced. Because for the first time in years… The monster is hesitating.

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.

For Elena Hawthorne, revenge for her sister’s death was not a choice — it was survival. Every heartbeat, every calculated step, brought her closer to Victor Cassano, the mafia don who thought he could destroy her world. The unchallenged don, was used to obedience, to fear, to women who played their parts—until Elena’s red hair and icy eyes struck at the core of his empire. He had underestimated her. Every calculated move, every subtle provocation, every accidental brush of skin sent sparks of obsession through him. She was the predator in heels, he the prey who couldn’t escape the magnetic pull of her intelligence, beauty, and danger. He tried to dominate. She tried to manipulate. But both were ensnared in a deadly, irresistible dance neither could escape. At a gala where power and money collided, Elena struck. Deals crumbled, alliances shattered, and Victor realized the woman he had dismissed as a mere pawn was the ultimate predator. She turned his empire into her chessboard, twisting rivals and exposing weaknesses with surgical precision. In the world of mafia intrigue, only the cunning survived—and only the irresistible commanded true power.

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.”

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.

Enemies to Lovers｜Forced Proximity｜Age Gap｜ HE｜ Both equally strong "Younger aggressive crybaby top × older even more aggressive bottom." On the very first day they met, Lucian threw a fit of his typical young-master temper, only to be pinned to the floor and beaten by Sebastian. After the dust settled, Sebastian wiped his hands clean. "Have dinner ready in half an hour, or the beating continues." Lucian sobbed his way through the cooking, dumping a pound of salt into the steak. Later, Lucian tried to get revenge by drugging him, but it only caused Sebastian’s old back injury to flare up. He couldn't move, let alone use the bathroom. Lucian ended up kneeling by the bed to serve him, crying even harder than the man in pain. Further down the road— Lucian: "I’ve seen every inch of you by now. We’re the closest people in the world." Sebastian: "A hired nurse could have seen just as much." Lucian hugged him, his eyes reddening. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be your nurse forever." Sebastian looked down at the hand surreptitiously wandering around his waist and let out a cold sneer. "If that hand doesn't behave, I’ll break the other one too." Lucian was the definition of a spoiled heir—until his father’s empire crumbled overnight in Celaya, leaving him with nothing but a suitcase and a cold, sharp-tongued guardian in Crestmont. Sebastian, a high-stakes attorney with a disciplined life and a hidden past, wasn't about to play babysitter. On their first day, Lucian's temper flared, and Sebastian answered with a lesson the boy wouldn't forget. In this house, there are rules. Break them, and you’ll pay. But as Lucian learns to cook, clean, and cry in Sebastian’s shadow, the line between hatred and obsession begins to blur. He’s a crybaby in the kitchen, but a predator in the making.

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.

Clara was the crown jewel of Harbor Bay, a pampered princess guarded by the powerful Harrison family and her three adoring brothers. But a single DNA test shattered her gilded world—she was merely the daughter of a nanny. Overnight, the "porcelain doll" lost her crown and found herself surrounded by hungry wolves. As the media circled for her downfall, the most cold-blooded man she knew, her eldest brother Quentin, leaned in with a dark gaze: "Marry me, and I’ll give you back everything." Clara thought it was a temporary shelter, a spiteful revenge. But in the dead of night, as Quentin traced her tear-stained eyes, he whispered, "Just brothers? Do they touch you like this?"