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.

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?

On the night her husband should have been away, Vivian Hale ends up in the arms of a man who looks exactly like him. For three years, Adrian Cross never touched her. Never wanted children. Never looked at her scarred body with desire. But his “double” does. What begins as suspicion soon turns into a devastating truth: her husband hired another man to take his place while he spent his nights with his young mistress. Humiliated and heartbroken, Vivian decides to play along. If Adrian wants deception, she’ll give him the perfect lie. If he wants freedom, she’ll take everything before she leaves. But the dangerous twin standing in the shadows was never supposed to fall for her. And Vivian was never supposed to discover that the wrong man might be the only one who truly loves her. Secrets. Obsession. Betrayal. And a baby that could destroy them all.

Stop it, I can’t take much more. It wraps around my waist in the morning, winds around my legs at noon, and by night, it slips right under my clothes—can’t shake it off. After a catastrophic research vessel accident in the Puerto Rico Trench, Elara thought her life was over. Instead, she woke up in a glowing, bioluminescent palace at the bottom of the world, kept as a "pet" by a creature who shouldn't exist. He is Kaelen—a colossal, silver-haired deity with golden slit pupils and endless, shimmering tentacles that never want to let her go. He tells her she can only breathe through his essence; to leave him is to embrace certain death. But as his heated coils wrap tighter around her each night, Elara finds herself fearing his absence more than his possessive embrace. Is it survival, or have the whispers of the deep finally claimed her heart?

On their wedding anniversary, Adeline caught her husband, Dominic, in bed with the girl she had been sponsoring. Instead of an apology, Dominic handed her a divorce decree with a cold smile: "Sign it, Addie. It's just to coax the girl." Little did he know, Adeline was carrying his child. Driven to despair by his cruelty and betrayal, she chose to fake her own end and vanish. Years later, when they met again, she was someone else's bride, and the once-arrogant billionaire fell to his knees, begging for a second chance.