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.

Yulia Farislan woke up as the villainous princess in a world that felt like a fantasy game she once obsessed over. Her fate was already written—execution, exile, or worse. But when her “punishment” sends her straight into the Dark Temple as a sacrifice to a sleeping Black Dragon, something goes very wrong. The dragon doesn’t kill her. He silences the voices in his head. For the first time in centuries… the world goes quiet. And he decides he’s keeping her. Not as prey. Not as a sacrifice. But as something far more dangerous—his. Now trapped in the domain of Caerus, the god-slaying Black Dragon feared even by the heavens, Yulia discovers the truth: The gods are not watching. The heroes are not coming. And the monster she was sent to die to… might be the only one who ever saw her as real.

Seven years of silence. One chance encounter. Elena never thought she would see Liam again, especially not as the man who acquired her company. They were once inseparable, but a bitter heartbreak and a wall of pride tore them apart. Now, Liam is engaged to a woman who has tormented Elena for years. As old secrets surface and hidden pain is unmasked, Elena must decide: is this their chance to rewrite the ending, or are they forever destined to repeat the past?

“You will lose,” Balian Draven said lightly, as if discussing weather instead of fate.“Humans do not fall in love with monsters on command.” Rothgar did not answer immediately. Because monsters, in his experience, always fell in love first. With power. With fear. With inevitability. And humans? Humans always followed. “Define loss,” Rothgar finally said. Balian smiled. “A hundred women,” he said. “Six months. One proposal each. They must say yes willingly.” A pause. Then, amused: “No possession. No coercion. No tricks from the Abyss.” That last part made something in Rothgar’s expression sharpen—barely. “I do not need tricks,” he said. Balian leaned forward slightly. “Good. Then we have a wager.”

Bella saved a life and ended up in a contract marriage with the powerful Mason Quinn. For three years, she played the perfect, devoted wife, helping him scale the corporate ladder while waiting for the day their agreement would end. But when Mason’s first love, Linda, returns, the facade crumbles. Cast aside, insulted, and nearly killed for the sake of his "one true love," Bella realizes that her kindness was her greatest weakness. With the help of Mason’s rival, she begins a ruthless descent into vengeance. The billionaire who thought she was replaceable is about to learn that she was the only thing holding his empire together.

Every century, the human world pays a debt. One bride is sent to the vampire kingdom. Ruby Kingsley volunteered—not out of bravery, but to save her best friend. She expected political schemes, a terrifying court, maybe even death. What she didn’t expect was the vampire prince who refused to leave her alone. Dion Lancaster is centuries-old, powerful, and deadly. He was supposed to view her as a mere bride, a political pawn. But from the moment she arrived, something changed. He starts showing up where she is, watching her, guarding her, and—despite his insistence that humans are “annoying”—acting jealous whenever anyone else comes close. Ruby, the girl who just wanted naps and quiet, now finds herself navigating: a palace full of secrets and intrigue a prince who is impossibly beautiful, terrifyingly possessive, and strangely… human in his obsession daily challenges of surviving the vampire court without losing her mind—or her life He says he isn’t interested. He says humans are weak. He says she’s nothing special. Then why does he: 🩸 track her movements 🩸 insist on being near her every day 🩸 whisper warnings that only she understands 🩸 look at her like she’s the only person left in the world

On their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, Vivian Hurst received two life-altering gifts. One was a medical diagnosis from her doctor: “Late-stage pancreatic cancer. Two months left, at most.” The other was from her husband, Sylvester: an invitation to his mistress's lavish beachside birthday party in Miami. For twenty-five years, Vivian had been the perfect, dutiful wife, enduring his coldness, his emotional absence, and his endless devotion to another woman. Broken and exhausted, she left a divorce paper, choosing to end her agonizing "lesson" of a marriage beneath the dark ocean waves. But when Vivian’s lifeless body was recovered, the devastating truth shattered Sylvester’s world. Paralyzed by profound regret and boundless grief, Sylvester wept until his heart broke—only to open his eyes and find himself thrown fifteen years back into the past. It is May 20, 2018. Vivian is still alive, and her cancer hasn't taken her yet. This time, the arrogant billionaire vows to tear up his contracts, burn down his old life, and spend every heartbeat begging for her forgiveness. But can a shattered soul truly learn how to love before the clock runs out?

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?

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."

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Raven has spent her whole life loving a man who never truly saw her. To Ares Windsor, she was only his fiancée’s quiet younger sister — the invisible girl standing in the background while he loved someone else. But on the day of the wedding, everything changes. When her sister disappears without a trace, Raven is forced to walk down the aisle in her place… and marry the cold, ruthless billionaire she’s secretly loved for years. Ares never wanted her. He barely looks at her. And every night in their luxurious marriage feels like another cruel reminder that she was only the replacement bride. But Raven is done being invisible. If fate trapped her in this marriage, then she’ll fight for the only man she’s ever loved — even if it destroys her heart in the process. Because in the Windsor family, love was never gentle. It was war.

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.