They called her cursed long before she ever touched a dragon. At Dragon Rite Citadel — where riders are forged for war and nearly half the students die before graduation — dragons are everything. Your worth. Your future. Your right to exist. And Lyra Vale has none. Since birth, dragons have snarled at her, recoiled from her, even tried to kill her. Students whisper when she passes. Priests call her blighted. The academy waits for her to fail. Only her father believes the truth hidden inside her blood may be tied to an ancient legend buried beneath the Citadel itself. The Crowned Dragon. A creature older than kingdoms. Older than empires. A dragon so powerful that even other dragons bow in fear. When the sacred Dragon Bridge Rite begins, everyone expects Lyra to die in the caverns below the mountain. Instead, every dragon erupts into chaos. And then— Silence. From the darkness, the last Crowned Dragon awakens. Before the entire kingdom, the ancient beast lowers its massive crowned head before the girl the world called cursed. Now the academy fears her more than death itself. As kingdoms prepare for war and forbidden truths rise from the ashes of history, Lyra discovers the terrifying secret hidden at the heart of the Rider Order: Humans were never chosen by dragons. They enslaved them. And the dragons have been waiting centuries for someone to set them free.

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.

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?

"If you're still single by thirty, I'll marry you." That was the promise Julian made a decade ago. Clara clung to those words, treating them as her only reason to survive. But at twenty-nine, instead of a wedding gown, she found herself draped in a patient's robe, staring at a terminal diagnosis. As she struggles to let go, she watches the man she’s loved for ten years—a brilliant, cold-hearted cardiac surgeon—lavish his tenderness on another woman. With time running out, Clara must decide: will she confess the truth of her broken heart, or will she quietly fade away, leaving her love as a secret buried in the snow?

Clara Gu once believed that ten years of devotion could build a lifetime of love. But when Julian Lin, her fiancé, abandoned their wedding at the eleventh hour for his former flame, Eva, Clara realized her entire world was built on illusions. Now, bound by a forced marriage of convenience and carrying a secret that could change everything, Clara finds herself trapped in a cycle of cruelty and obsession. As dark secrets from Eva’s past begin to surface, Clara must fight to protect the only thing that matters—her unborn child—while Julian is blinded by a vendetta fueled by lies. In a world of power, betrayal, and broken promises, will Clara find her way to the light, or will the weight of the past bury them all?

He was supposed to watch her, not fall for her. Valentina Moretti is the beautiful mafia wife everyone envies and nobody saves. Trapped in a violent marriage, she survives by staying quiet, sharp, and one step ahead of dangerous men, until Adrian Volkov enters her life. Her new bodyguard is all scars, cold stares, and controlled violence. The kind of man who looks born to ruin people. The kind of man she should fear. Instead—she starts craving the way he watches her. But Adrian is hiding secrets dark enough to destroy them both., because the man protecting her…might be the same man sent to betray her. And in a world ruled by blood, guns, and loyalty—falling in love with the enemy may be the deadliest mistake of all.

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.

For three years, Bella gave Adrian Sterling everything — her loyalty, her love, and the quiet support behind his rise to power. But the moment Adrian secured control of the Sterling Group, he destroyed her in front of the entire world. Standing beside his glamorous new lover, he publicly announced that Isabella Hawthorne was “dead,” erasing the woman who helped build his empire as if she had never existed. Humiliated and betrayed, Bella vanished without explanation. Three months later, she returns. Not as the forgotten woman Adrian abandoned… but as Isabella Hawthorne — the untouchable heiress of one of the most powerful financial dynasties in the country. At a high-stakes investment conference, Adrian is moments away from winning the project that could secure his dominance forever. Then Bella calmly raises her bidding paddle. “Fifty million.” With a single sentence, she steals the deal he spent months fighting for and shocks the entire business world. Now Adrian finally realizes the truth: the woman he discarded was never weak. She was simply hiding her crown.

Elowen Harlow thought he was just a game character— Quiet, attentive, and impossibly charming. She didn’t realize that Lucien Vale, the man behind the screen, had been watching her long before she even knew he existed. Every glance, every breath, every careless laugh has been cataloged, memorized, and obsessed over. Elowen wants to resist him, but the pull is intoxicating. Each interaction is a game of proximity and restraint, where every touch—or near-touch—threatens to unravel her composure. She feels safe with him, yet the thrill of his watching, the heat in his restraint, the silent promise in his eyes, makes her pulse race in ways she can’t fully admit.

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.”

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!"

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.

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.

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.

Emily Carter came to Florence to rebuild her life with the man she thought she loved. Instead, beneath the golden lights of Italy, she discovers betrayal waiting in their tiny apartment—and walks away from the future she crossed an ocean to protect. Heartbroken and alone in a city that suddenly feels dangerous, Emily catches the attention of Alessandro Romano: an older, impossibly powerful man whose name makes people lower their voices.

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.

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.