A sniper's bullet took my ability to walk. For two years, I made everyone in my mansion pay for what I couldn't get back. Then Emma Carter arrived. She needed a paycheck, not my approval. She cleaned through my temper, refused to follow my worst orders, and stayed when pain left me unable to hide how badly I needed help. I started listening for her footsteps. Watching the clock. Finding excuses to keep her in the room. Then one night, I woke with someone beside me. My hand reached for the gun beneath my pillow—until I saw my maid asleep in my bed. Everyone else knew better than to get that close. Emma was becoming the one person I couldn't bear to send away.

For two years, I loved Sebastian Hale, the brilliant surgeon who never seemed to need me. On our anniversary, I asked for a hug. He told me to go home. When I finally left him, he let me. Then a car accident erased the last two years of my life. I woke up believing we had only just fallen in love. But the man beside my hospital bed was nothing like the cold boyfriend I remembered. His eyes were bloodshot. His hands trembled. And when I reached for him, he held me as though letting go would destroy him. He said we were still together. My best friend said I had already walked away. Someone was lying about the life I couldn’t remember. And the closer I got to Sebastian, the more I wondered: had he never loved me, or had he been hiding something far more dangerous?

Five years ago, Felix broke my heart and disappeared without a goodbye. Now he’s back, and the reckless boy I loved is the heir to the crime empire that pays my wages. His father hired me to protect him. Felix wants me to love him again. I know his tricks: the pretty smiles, the desperate promises, the danger he puts himself in just to make me come running. I should know better than to fall for him twice. But in the Sterling family, his father controls my future, his brother depends on me, and Felix still knows exactly where I’m weakest. Walking away would be easier if I’d ever stopped wanting him.

Connor Reed was hiding behind a steering wheel when Charlotte Hayes ran into his headlights—barefoot, drugged, and pursued by armed men. He saved her life. Once she recovered, they shared a night neither could forget. Then he disappeared. More than four years later, the beautiful CEO finds him beneath a truck in a rundown garage. This time, she brings a little girl with his eyes. Charlotte wants answers. Their daughter wants a daddy. Connor wants them both close enough to protect—and far enough from the truth to stay safe. Because the man Charlotte thinks she can bring home is the man his enemies call the Merchant of Death. And someone has just discovered he has a family.

Vivian Blake spent three years building the career of the man she loved. Then he announced his new girlfriend—the woman who had blackmailed Vivian into paying two million dollars to protect him. That night, Vivian offered a handsome twenty-three-year-old bartender a better deal: cars, a house, a career. All he had to do was come home with her. Jamie Cole wanted something else. Her attention. Her affection. A place in her bed—and her life. He blushes when she touches him, begs her to keep him, and refuses to let their relationship stay secret. But when someone tries to buy him away from her, the sweet younger man suddenly knows how to silence an entire room. Vivian thought she was spoiling an ambitious little actor. Now she needs to discover who she actually brought home—and how long he’s been waiting for her.

Cole Bennett knows how to throw a punch, spot a threat, and keep his clients safe. Figuring out why his gorgeous new boss keeps finding reasons to touch him? That’s outside his training. When rising star Adrian Vale hires him as a bodyguard, Cole assumes he’s protecting an Omega. It would explain the pretty face, the unwanted attention, and why Adrian apparently can’t spend a night alone. It does not explain the strength in Adrian’s hands—or the way sharing a bed starts feeling dangerously natural.

Julian Reed is dead. I know because I read the headline—and broke my couch celebrating. Before you judge me, try spending eight years with a man who criticizes your groceries, meddles in your life, and once paid your roommates to soak your bedding so you’d have to share his bed. I thought I’d finally have some peace. Then my apartment started going dark at eleven every night. My mattress dipped beside me. And a voice I knew far too well asked whether I was really that happy he was gone. Apparently, even death can’t make Julian leave me alone. But somewhere between hiding under the covers and arguing with empty rooms, I start wondering what I actually want: for him to stop coming back—or for him to stay.

Mara Bennett only accepts the live-in nursing job because she desperately needs money for her younger brother’s cancer treatment. Her patient is Vincent DeLuca, one of Chicago’s most feared mafia bosses—a ruthless man left badly injured after an ambush and determined to drive away anyone who tries to help him. Six nurses have already quit. Mara becomes the seventh, but she refuses to be intimidated. As Vincent slowly begins to recover, Mara discovers that someone inside his own estate has been secretly keeping him weak. Worse, the danger soon reaches her brother. Trapped between betrayal, buried family secrets, and a growing attraction neither of them is willing to admit, Mara must decide how far she is willing to go to save a man who trusts no one. And Vincent must decide whether the woman who broke every rule he gave her might be the only person he can trust with his life—and his heart.

Audrey Bennett came to her best friend’s wedding as a bridesmaid. Before the night was over, she was standing beside the groom. Nathaniel Blackwell is wealthy, guarded, and convinced every relationship comes with a price. When his fiancée disappears, his family proposes a replacement. Audrey agrees on her own terms: her job, her independence, and the right to leave. Their marriage has separate bedrooms, carefully negotiated rules, and a plan to part after one year. It should be simple. Until Audrey discovers suspicious payments at work—and realizes her new husband’s family would rather question her motives than examine the money. Now her best friend is keeping secrets, her livelihood is threatened, and the man who planned their separation is finding reasons to knock on her door. But wanting Audrey is the easy part. Can Nathaniel learn to love her without deciding her life for her?

For four years, Elliot Mercer has hidden his scent beneath an enchanted ring. He has a loving family, a place at university, and one rule: never let an Alpha decide what happens to him again. Then his former tormentor corners him at a university reception. The ring breaks. Across the ballroom, Alpha heir Rowan Ashford recognizes his mate—and Elliot tells him to stay away. Rowan stops. It is the first thing about him Elliot doesn’t know how to resist. But the man who hurt Elliot has brought something more dangerous than a threat: a document bearing Elliot’s signature, supposedly granting permission to take him back. Elliot never signed it. As they challenge the claim, Elliot discovers how many people helped bury his escape. Rowan discovers what protecting him could cost his family—and how easily protection can become another kind of control. Between stolen glances, careful touches, and kisses Elliot chooses for himself, an unwanted bond becomes something neither man is ready to lose. But wanting an Alpha is one thing. Trusting him with the scars is another.

Samuel “Sam” Bennett has no patience for Leo Callahan, the arrogant, sharp-tongued CEO standing between his hedge fund and a billion-dollar Wall Street deal. Every meeting becomes a battle, every conversation a challenge—and neither man is willing to back down. But after midnight, Sam has someone else. On an anonymous voice app, he knows him only as North. No photos. No real names. No jobs. Just late-night conversations, dangerous flirting, and a connection Sam never expected to need. What Sam doesn't know is that North is Leo. And when Leo discovers that the man confessing his secrets every night is the same rival fighting him across the conference table every day, he keeps the truth to himself. Soon Sam finds himself falling for two men at once: the anonymous stranger who knows him better than anyone, and the infuriating CEO he's supposed to hate. Except there were never two men. And when Sam finally discovers how long Leo has known the truth, their billion-dollar business war may become the least dangerous thing between them.

Ethan Blackwood is a ruthless young billionaire CEO who controls every room he enters. Julian Cross is everything Ethan despises—a reckless underground racer with a dangerous smile, a talent for breaking rules, and absolutely no respect for authority. They can barely stand each other. Then their families announce the unthinkable: to end a decades-long feud, Ethan and Julian must become engaged—and live together for ninety days. What begins as a fake relationship quickly becomes something neither man planned. Arguments turn into jealousy. Provocation turns into attraction. And somewhere between protecting each other and sharing one dangerous kiss, pretending becomes impossible. But both men are hiding something. Ethan isn't merely a billionaire CEO. Julian isn't merely a wild street racer. They are the secret heirs to two enemy families—and someone has been manipulating their families into war for years. When the truth finally explodes, Ethan and Julian find themselves standing on opposite sides with guns pointed at each other. They were supposed to choose their families. Instead, they may choose each other.

Elias Hart built Harborline Civic by hiding the one truth that could end his career: he is an Omega in an Alpha-dominated industry. Then a sabotaged hotel air system traps him with Rowan Blackwood—the S-class Alpha rival who has just taken the contract Elias spent years fighting for. Three weeks later, Elias is arrested, exposed, and told he is pregnant. Rowan claims no rights over him. But when Elias’s uncle uses the scandal to steal his company and his future, the two enemies must follow a trail of forged records, buried money, and a secret that ties their families together. Elias refuses to be saved, claimed, or silenced. Rowan has to prove that regret is not the same as repair.

When an ordinary Boston baker refuses to be bought by a feared mafia boss, she never expects his grieving niece—or a secret hidden in her bakery for twenty years—to pull her into a battle over love, custody, and the true meaning of family.

Nico Russo has spent years surviving the family that treats him like an embarrassment—and secretly becoming “Ghost,” one of the most dangerous hackers on the dark web. When he steals and encrypts a ledger capable of destroying New York’s most powerful crime families, ruthless billionaire Julian Vance storms the Russo estate to recover it. Instead of killing Nico, Julian takes him captive and confines him inside his Manhattan penthouse. Nico refuses to become anyone’s obedient prisoner. Every order becomes an argument. Every threat becomes a dare. And every confrontation pushes the two enemies closer to a line neither of them should cross. But when a conspiracy inside both families puts Nico in an assassin’s sights, Julian’s need for control turns into something far more dangerous: devotion. Forced into a marriage contract and trapped between loyalty, revenge, and desire, they must decide whether they can trust each other before the ledger exposes a truth powerful enough to destroy them both.

THE COLLAPSING MARRIAGE... AND THE REBIRTH SHE DESERVES. Lyra Valehart, the Luna of House Ashveil, once believed that love meant enduring in silence. For years, she stood beside Cassian Ashveil, the powerful and enigmatic Alpha who assumed that protection, status, and dominance equaled devotion. Yet beneath the grandeur of House Ashveil’s ancient halls, Lyra’s heart withered in loneliness. She endured cold silences, crushed hopes, and the suffocating weight of a marriage built on possession rather than understanding, all while secretly carrying a life neither of them were prepared for. When tragedy strikes—a fateful accident and the loss of her unborn child—Lyra stripped off her Luna crown and vanished. Leaving behind an ultrasound with a devastating note: "I was going to tell you that night." Alone and fractured, she wanders into the wilderness of her northern territory, her wolf instincts raw and silver-eyed, her memories of Cassian and their shared past hazy... Her true bloodline awakens. She heals, protected by a second Alpha who shows her the tenderness she actually deserves. Now, This isn't about claiming her back—it’s about a brutal, painful groveling arc. He must learn restraint, suffer alone, and earn her trust from nothing. Will she ever let him hold her again?

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.”

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.”

Elliot Hayes takes the lead role in a queer romance series for one simple reason: he needs the money. He expects difficult scenes, long nights and enough kissing to make every future family gathering uncomfortable. What he does not expect is Roman Hale—Hollywood's untouchable golden boy, his former college roommate and the rival Elliot has spent eight years trying to forget. Their first staged kiss feels far too real. Their carefully choreographed intimacy leaves Elliot questioning reactions he can no longer dismiss as acting.