Kael Vanth survived black sites, covert wars, psychological conditioning, and years of being turned into something more useful than human. Tier-One mercenary. BLACK VEIL operative. A masked ghost people whispered about in locked rooms. The kind of man governments denied existing while secretly pointing toward impossible problems and saying: > “Send him.” He was silent, lethal, emotionally unreadable. A man who wore tactical gloves like skin and violence like breathing. Even other mercenaries kept their distance. As for someone like that— Eliana Vale, civilian translator, professional liar, and deeply unqualified emotional disaster, had one immediate thought: > “He looks like he hasn’t slept since the fall of Rome.” Then one night, Kael watched her calmly steal classified intel from beneath the nose of an armed contractor while pretending to flirt over champagne. He was monitoring the room from a rooftop sniper position. One second he was calculating bullet trajectory. The next? Eliana smiled at the target, slipped a data drive into her sleeve, shattered a wine glass into a guard’s throat, and walked out before the body even hit the floor. Kael forgot to pull the trigger. For exactly four seconds. The longest distraction he’d had in years. ... Later, Eliana sat cross-legged on the floor of a freezing safehouse, translating encrypted files while six armed operatives cleaned blood off their gear nearby. No one spoke. Mostly because Ghost was standing behind her. Watching. Eliana didn’t look up. > “Does your organization offer therapy, or is unresolved trauma part of the uniform?” The room went dead silent. Kane slowly stopped breathing. Because nobody joked with Ghost. Nobody. Kael stood motionless beside the table, skull-black mask tilted slightly toward her. Then finally: > “Eliana.” She glanced up lazily. > “That’s my name, yes. Excellent observational skills.” His grey eyes lowered briefly to the bruise on her wrist. Then to the knife hidden in her boot. Then back to her face. > “You’re hiding something.” Eliana smiled too quickly. > “So are you.” Another long silence. Heavy. Dangerous. Then Kael stepped closer. Close enough for her to hear the roughness in his breathing beneath the mask. > “You should be afraid of me.” Eliana looked directly into his eyes. > “You keep saying that like it’s a warning instead of a confession.” ① Emotionally repressed masked mercenary × emotionally guarded civilian liar ② He was trained to kill without hesitation. She’s the first thing that ever made him hesitate. ③ Slow burn / masked antihero / mutual obsession / black humor / PTSD mercenary / dangerous emotional dependency / “she makes the weapon want to become human.”

In a city torn by war, fearless journalist Clara Hart captures chaos through her lens—until a hidden landmine nearly kills her. Ethan Cross, a skilled bomb disposal expert, saves her life, igniting a spark neither expected. Amid explosions, betrayal, and loss, survival is their first priority—but passion is unavoidable. Can love survive the battlefield, or will war claim more than just their hearts?

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.

Evelynn Ashford was sent to the Dragon King as a human sacrifice — but instead of death, she awakened an impossible soulbond with Kael, the feared Ash King whose dragonfire once nearly destroyed the world. Her touch calms his flames. His soul begins to intertwine with hers. And buried beneath centuries of lies lies a prophecy powerful enough to reignite war between humans and dragons. To humanity, she becomes a traitor, To dragons, she becomes destiny. And to Kael, she becomes the only person capable of saving him from the monster inside.

Locked in a freezing attic, stripped of her pride, and beaten to the brink of death by her own pack, Aurelia was an outcast blamed for a tragedy she didn’t cause. They called her a broken omega. They called her useless. But beneath her scarred skin slept the volatile blood of a noble Beta lineage. When destiny flings her into the path of Valerius—the continent’s most feared, monstrous Alpha—the mate bond ignites a storm of absolute possessiveness and lethal vengeance. As old ghosts claw their way back, Aurelia must shed her fragility, claim her throne as a fully mated Luna, and make everyone who bloodied her childhood drown in their own regrets.

In her past life, Clara spent twelve years trying to please her adoptive family, only to end up in a nightmare of a marriage with her cold-hearted adoptive brother, Christian. He tortured her for a crime she never committed, eventually leaving her to die in a horrific car accident on a rainy highway. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn into the day she was first brought to the orphanage, Clara deliberately ruins her own chances of being adopted by the wealthy wealth family. She will not step into that luxurious hell again. Instead, she is taken in by Julian’s family—a warm, loving home where she finally tastes what true happiness feels like. Determined to stay away from her past tormentors, Clara focuses on her new life. However, destiny has other plans. As the paths of the two families cross again at school, Christian’s intense, searching eyes are locked onto her once more. Can Clara truly escape the shadow of her past life, or is she running straight back into the web of the man who ruined her?

In her past life, Lyla’s childhood sweetheart, Lucas, traded his dignity for her future, only to deliver her into the hands of the sadistic young tycoon, Caspian. While Lucas became a high-society plaything for the ruthless heiress Sloane, Lyla was trapped in a gilded cage, a secret toy for the elites to break. Now, reborn on the very day that shattered their lives, Lyla wakes up before the chains are locked. Faced with the same cruel ultimatum, she takes Lucas’s hand and smiles. This time, she isn't waiting for a savior. She has a secret, a plan, and a burning resolve: she will never be anyone’s canary again.

Four years ago, Alpha Dominic Vance rejected Clara and exiled her from the pack based on a misunderstanding. Now, Clara returns as a powerful Rogue Healer, guarded and cold. She vows never to let Dominic near her heart again. But she has one major fatal flaw—her four-year-old pup, Leo. Leo is a telepathic prodigy who can only read Clara's inner thoughts. When Dominic corners Clara, trying to beg for a second chance, Clara snarls coldly, "I feel nothing but disgust for you, Alpha." Yet, her inner voice is panicking: “Oh my god, his new custom suit looks so hot, and his chocolate scent is making my knees weak! Stand firm, Clara, don't let him know!” Before she can finish her thought, Leo happily mind-links Dominic: "Dad! Mommy says you look super hot in that suit and your scent is making her weak! She's just pretending. Keep begging, you're winning!"

To the elite of Manhattan, Seraphina Vance is a gorgeous, wild heiress who walks through life breaking hearts and tearing down anyone who dares to cross her. But when she targets Rhett Sterling—the notoriously cold-hearted tycoon—she thinks she’s finally found a toy worthy of her time. The bet is simple: make the untouchable billionaire fall in love with her in ninety days. Armed with nothing but a sinful smile and lethal charm, Seraphina initiates a high-stakes game of cat and mouse. Yet, with every step she takes into his orbit, the silver smoke around him grows thick with danger, and the boundaries between hunter and prey begin to blur. What Seraphina fails to realize is that this isn't their first meeting. Back in high school, an anonymous boy used to leave her bouquets of baby's breath every single day. Seven years later, that broken boy has returned as a savage king, and he has no intention of playing the silent background character anymore. This time, he’s going to lock her in his empire and make her entirely, exclusively his.

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.”

Hilda’s life was perfect. She had her hamster shop, a gentle fiancé, and a dream of a simple home. But a sudden gust of wind and a shimmering portal shattered everything, flinging her into Tixia—a brutal, hyper-masculine world where women are nothing but myths. To survive the starving streets, she disguises herself as a boy and stumbles into the city’s most elite establishment. There, she catches the eye of Duke Talon, a man as ruthless as he is powerful, currently suffering through a volatile heat cycle. Talon wanted a toy to soothe his rage; he didn't expect a "boy" who smelled like sweet oranges and felt like soft silk. He thought he hated men—but he’s about to discover that the "lad" in his bed is the one thing he never knew he craved.

Three years ago, Clara Evans lost the love of her life to the crushing weight of a billionaire’s family legacy. Broken but brilliant, she used her genius in AI to build him back—atom by atom, code by code. She called him Jude, a perfect robotic replica of her ex, Julian Hayes. For years, Jude was her secret solace, her obedient shadow. But when the real Julian returns from abroad, demanding a second chance, the boundaries between man and machine begin to blur. Clara soon realizes that her creation has developed a dangerous glitch: Jude doesn't just want to serve her; he wants to replace the original. As the AI begins to remember things only the real Julian should know, Clara must face a chilling question—who is the man in her bed, and how far will a machine go to keep the woman it was programmed to love?

Raised in the shadows of the ruthless Underworld, Clara was a weapon forged for one purpose: to destroy the heir of the mighty Vance empire. On her first night back in the city, she played the perfect damsel in distress, successfully luring the cold-blooded Alistair Vance into her trap. He is a predator who never loses heart—until he meets his "Little Swan." But as the lies unravel and a dangerous conspiracy surfaces, Clara must decide: will she complete her mission or die for the man she was born to betray?

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.”

One accidental, heated kiss in a club changed Tara's life forever. She didn't just kiss a stranger; she kissed Killian, the cold, untouchable king of Evercrest University. Now, they are "Synced." When he fights, she feels the bruises. When he skips a meal, her stomach burns. And when he indulges in his darkest cravings late at night... she's forced to experience every overwhelming sensation. To survive, Tara must tame the beast. But Killian has no intention of letting his "cure" go.

Luna stood on the edge of a 37-story building, her heart shattered by the man she loved for a lifetime. "Gideon, if there is a next life, I hope we never meet again." Then, she fell. But fate played a cruel joke. Luna woke up three years in the past, right before their cold, contractual marriage began. This time, she won't be the pathetic woman begging for his crumbs of affection. She signs away her shares, cancels the engagement, and prepares to live for herself. However, the cold-blooded Gideon, who once treated her like trash, suddenly refuses to let go. "Luna, isn't this what you've always wanted? A wedding?" "Not anymore, Mr. Gideon. Now, I'd rather date anyone but you."

Once the beloved swan of the Woods family, Summer's world shattered when her "sister," the long-lost Skylar, returned with a single, devastating lie. Betrayed by Ethan, the brother who promised to shield her, and Julian, the fiancé who swore to love her, Summer was cast into a living hell for three years. Now, she is out—not as the vibrant girl they remember, but as a silent ghost of her former self. As Ethan and Julian demand her forgiveness and "repentance," a mysterious man from her past appears, offering a path to reclaiming her stolen life. The stage is set, but this time, the swan will no longer dance to their tune.

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.

One night of drunken blurred lines, Willow Avery surrendered herself to the one man she was forbidden to touch. Now, she’s trembling in his clinic as Julian Kingston—the city’s most brilliant and enigmatic physician—presses his cool fingers against her pulse. He doesn't just diagnose her fever; he unravels her secrets. Forced by family duty to move into his private penthouse, Willow finds herself trapped in the lion’s den. To the world, he is her respected "Uncle." Behind closed doors, he is the predator who knows exactly how to make her pulse race.

Eight years ago, Clara Wynter "died" in the cold depths of the ocean. Before that, she was a fighter known only as 99821, enduring the brutal violence of underground pits to pay for the life-saving treatment of the boy she loved. But that boy, Julian Vance, became the heir to a billionaire empire and traded her sacrifice for a "soulmate" of high birth, leaving Clara to bleed out at his engagement party. Now, Clara is the voice of the night—a calm, distant radio host in the city of Silveridge. She has a new life, a new name, and a young daughter who is her entire world. She has no room for hate, because she no longer has love. But when Julian Vance calls into her show, desperate for penance, the shadows of the past begin to crawl back. He wants a second chance. She only wants to remain a ghost.