"I spent three centuries waiting for a ghost to haunt me. When she finally returned, she was wearing a collar." Cillian de Valcourt is the Sovereign of the Eternal Night, a predator who has ruled for three centuries with nothing but boredom and blood in his veins. He isn’t looking for redemption—he is looking for the only woman who ever came close to killing him. Willow Solence remembers everything. She remembers the steel of her blade against his throat, the fire in his eyes, and the final, shattering moment of their past-life duel. She was the Hunter’s Guild’s deadliest elite, but now, she is reborn into the ultimate nightmare: a low-born blood-servant in the court of her greatest enemy. She is his captive; he is her ruin. In this cutthroat game of political maneuvering and lethal secrets, they are the only two people who truly know the monsters lurking beneath each other’s skin. For Willow, the goal is vengeance—a slow, calculated dismantling of his empire. For Cillian, the goal is possession—a desperate, terrifying obsession that defies time itself. As they dance on the razor’s edge of betrayal, Willow realizes the truth: this resurrection wasn’t a second chance. It was a trap. And in their final, inevitable collision, she discovers that for a man who has lived too long, the only thing sweeter than ruling the world is watching it burn to ashes in her arms. One life to kill him. One death to keep him.

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.

“He wanted a servant. He never realized he had married a Queen—and that the child he called 'his' was the blood of his greatest rival.” For five years, I was Julian Thorne’s invisible wife. I scrubbed his floors, mended his ties, and stayed silent while my husband and my own sister plotted to erase me. I played the role of the spineless wallflower because I had one reason to live: my son. Julian believed the boy was his, and as long as he thought he was raising an heir, my child was safe. But I was living in a den of vipers. My husband didn’t just grow tired of me—he conspired with my sister to stage my "death" and steal my life. They threw me into the gutter, believing I would vanish. They were wrong. I am Elinor Mountbatten, the rightful heir to a throne the world forgot. I have returned from the ashes, and I am not here to crawl—I am here to burn their world to the ground. But I’m playing a game more dangerous than I imagined. Alistair Kane—the billionaire kingmaker who controls the city’s pulse—has been hunting for the woman who saved his life five years ago. He is cold, lethal, and currently obsessed with my sister, the imposter who stole my identity. I’ve entered his world as his most trusted consultant, watching from the shadows as he protects the parasite who is draining his empire dry. He thinks he’s found his savior. He has no idea that the "consultant" at his side is the woman he’s been hunting. But the most devastating secret isn't my return. It’s the truth about my son. Julian Thorne thinks he’s raising an heir, and my sister thinks she’s secured her future. They have no idea that the child they’ve manipulated for years is not Julian’s blood. He is the living secret between the King of this city and the Queen who is dismantling it. Julian Thorne thinks he’s finally free of me? Wait until he realizes that the woman he threw away has the billionaire’s sword in her hand—and that the child he’s using as a shield is the only thing that will destroy him. He fell for the wrong woman. She’s playing the right game.

The last thing Isolde felt was the cold steel of the guillotine, and the last thing she heard was the righteous applause of the man she had sacrificed everything for: her fiancé, Valerius. He had preached mercy while he bled her kingdom dry, and he had promised her eternity while he signed her death warrant. She died a saint in the eyes of the public, and a fool in the eyes of the gods. When she wakes up on the eve of their engagement, the girl who believed in love is dead. In her place is a woman who has tasted the blade, learned the taste of her own betrayal, and returned to ensure that Valerius feels every ounce of the agony he once dealt her. To tear down a kingdom, Isolde needs a monster. She turns to Sebastian, the Regent whose cruelty is the only thing keeping the empire from total collapse. He is not a man to be tamed; he is a predator who has been waiting for someone like Isolde to finally give him a reason to burn it all down. They are a union of ruin. He provides the power; she provides the plan. And as they drag the Church, the crown, and the nobility into the fire, they discover that the most dangerous thing in the world isn't a heart of gold—it’s a heart made of ash. “You wanted a martyr, Valerius? I’m here to show you what happens when the ashes start to breathe.”

In the Silver Moon Pack, Seraphina Novak was nothing but meat. As a "worthless, packless Omega" who couldn't even shift, she spent her youth scrubing the floors of the pack castle. But on her eighteenth birthday, the universe played a cruel joke—it tied her soul to Kilian, the ruthless, newly crowned Alpha, as his Fated Mate. Instead of salvation, Seraphina received the ultimate humiliation. To secure a political alliance with her cruel, golden-child sister, Kilian tore the sacred bond apart in front of the entire pack: “I, Alpha Kilian, reject you as my mate. You are too weak to bear my heirs, and too worthless to lead my pack.” Stripped of her mother’s heirlooms and bleeding from the agonizing rejection, Seraphina was exiled into a deadly, unforgiving blizzard. The pack celebrated her departure, assuming the fragile, red-haired girl would freeze to death in the wilderness. They didn’t know that extreme despair is the perfect catalyst for a sleeping god. Four years later. The Silver Moon Pack is hosting a grand Supernatural Summit, desperately trying to beg for the favor of the Firstborns—the oldest, most terrifying Lycan family in existence. When the grand doors swing open, the "worthless exile" returns. Draped in emerald silk and dripping in wealth, Seraphina walks in. She isn't a broken Omega anymore. She is the shadow king of the supernatural black market, a Grand Master Witch, and the holder of the extinct Royal White Wolf lineage. With a single flick of her wrist, she bankrupts the Silver Moon’s entire empire. Furious and jealous, Kilian and her sister demand the guards throw the "trash" out. But the room falls into a suffocating, lethal silence. Alistair Von Rothschild, the centuries-old, platinum-haired ruler of the Firstborns—a man whose very name is a death sentence—descends from his throne. Ignoring the trembling Alpha entirely, Alistair drops to one knee before Seraphina. His striking violet eyes burn with a lethal possessiveness as he kisses her knuckles: “My Queen, you kept me waiting.” As Alistair’s ancient aura crushes the room, Kilian’s wolf soul instantly forces him to his knees, shattering his pride at the feet of the woman he once threw away.

“I didn’t pull the trigger to kill her. I pulled it to make her a ghost the world would stop hunting.” To save her from a shadow syndicate’s execution order, elite assassin Sebastian Vance had to do the unthinkable: put a bullet in the chest of the only woman who made him feel human. One shot. A jagged cliff. He watched Alexandra plunge into the raging black sea, leaving him a hollow, grieving monster trapped in a mansion of echoes. Now, he lives as a ghost—haunted by her memory, bleeding for a phantom. He doesn’t know their lethal chemistry was written in blood a decade ago. He doesn't know he was the caged boy her father died to rescue. He just knows his soul drowned in that water with her. Sebastian stalks the dark, burning his empire to ash to avenge her death. He is entirely consumed by his grief. But Alexandra didn't drown. She’s crawled out of the sea, ice in her veins and a blade in her hand. She is stepping out of the shadows to become the very ghost that hunts beside him. Sebastian thinks he’s being haunted by love—but he’s about to realize his beautiful phantom has come back to help him execute the dark.

"He taught her how to be a submissive wife. She’s betting he’ll die of his own arrogance." To the rest of New York society, Elena is the luckiest woman alive. She is breathtaking, elegant, and perfectly soft—the ultimate trophy wife for Julian Vance, Wall Street’s most ruthless billionaire. From the outside, their marriage is a masterpiece. Julian builds her a sprawling estate in Long Island, handpicks her silk blouses, and drapes her neck in flawless Akoya pearls. But behind closed doors, the gold cage snaps shut. Julian isolates her, controls her every breath, and systematically gaslights her with a gentle, terrifying whisper: “A penniless immigrant girl like you would be nothing without me, darling.” For three years, Elena plays the part. She bends, she obeys, she shrinks. She plays the perfect, fragile doll. Until the night she cracks his private safe. Hidden beneath his financial records lies a truth that shatters her world: Julian didn't rescue her from her family’s ruin—he orchestrated it. He destroyed her father, drove her family to the brink of death, and married her just to keep her silent, enjoying the ultimate thrill of breaking a proud soul. That night, Elena doesn’t shed a single tear. Instead, she stands in front of the mirror, spending three hours practicing her sweetest, most adoring smile for when he walks through the door. Julian thinks he bought an marble statue that will never fight back. He has no idea he just brought a predator into his bedroom. When a flawless sociopath meets a master of disguise, the penthouse becomes a slaughterhouse. Welcome to the Vance marriage, Julian. Who do you bet survives the night?

At Noctis Academy, the empire does not train students. It creates weapons. After her father is executed for treason, Evelyn Valehart survives by becoming invisible. Quiet girls live longer in royal kingdoms. Especially at Noctis Academy— the empire’s brutal gothic war institution where noble heirs learn strategy, magic, and how to kill without hesitation. Evelyn arrives with nothing except: a scholarship, her dead father’s encrypted journal, and a dangerous suspicion that the empire buried something monstrous beneath the academy cathedral. She does not expect to attract the attention of Lucien Mordane. The crown prince. The empire’s most feared war heir. The boy whispered about in candlelit corridors like a curse. Cold. Untouchable. Violent. Students fear him enough to lower their eyes when he walks past. But Evelyn notices something nobody else does: Lucien looks exhausted. As political conspiracies tighten around Noctis and students begin disappearing beneath the academy, Evelyn uncovers terrifying truths about forbidden shadow rituals, dead royal heirs, and the horrifying experiments that transformed Lucien into something more weapon than human. The closer she gets to the truth— the closer Lucien gets to her. And the empire’s perfect prince begins unraveling in dangerous ways: watching her too closely, sleeping outside her door, threatening anyone who touches her, losing control whenever she’s hurt. Because Evelyn becomes the first person to look at Lucien Mordane and see: not a monster. Just a boy taught his entire life that love was weakness. But some kingdoms are built on blood. Some princes are born to destroy empires. And some love stories are less about salvation— and more about choosing who you’re willing to ruin the world for.

Five years ago, Evelyn Harper’s best friend vanished during a storm on Blackwater Bridge. The body was never found. And Evelyn can’t remember the last two hours of that night. Now a successful true-crime podcaster, Evelyn receives an anonymous video showing her at the bridge the night Lena disappeared. Rain pouring. Blood on her hands. Then she meets Dr. Adrian Cross. Brilliant criminal psychiatrist. Cold. Controlled. Impossible to read. The terrifying part? He remembers Evelyn. Even when she doesn’t remember him. As buried memories begin clawing their way back, Evelyn discovers hidden recordings, missing evidence, and a horrifying possibility: What if she was never just the witness? What if she was always part of the crime? Perfect for fans of dark psychological thrillers, obsession romance, and jaw-dropping twists, The Things She Forgot is the kind of novel that keeps readers awake long after midnight.

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!"

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.

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?

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.

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.

"Fifty million dollars and this estate. Sign the papers and disappear." Seren Thorne couldn't believe her luck. In her past life, she was a legendary Oracle, a master of the mystic arts who died of starvation due to a brutal poverty curse. Now, she had transmigrated into the body of a pathetic, obsessed socialite in a cliché romance novel. To her, the cold-blooded billionaire Alaric Vane wasn't a husband—he was a massive, walking ATM. She couldn't wait to grab the cash and hire a dozen handsome models to enjoy her new life. But just as she flashed him a tearful, "heartbroken" smile, Alaric froze. He could hear it. A voice as clear as day, screaming inside her head: [Sign the damn papers, you arrogant statue! I’ve got fifty million waiting and a yacht full of young hotties to meet!] Alaric narrowed his eyes. This "obsessed" wife of his wasn't just different—she was a sharp-tongued mystic who saw him as nothing but a payday. He slowly tore the divorce papers to shreds, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. "The divorce is canceled, Seren. And as for those 'young hotties'... over my dead body." She predicts the future; he reads her mind. In this game of secrets, who will surrender first?

Asher was the undisputed king of Riverdale Prep. A future top-tier Alpha, he had it all: the looks, the lead in the varsity standings, and a streak of academic brilliance that no one could touch. Or so he thought. When Sebastian, his childhood rival and the only person he ever truly loathed, transfers back to town, Asher’s world tilts. Sebastian isn't just back—he's faster, smarter, and has already presented as a dominant Alpha, stealing Asher’s spotlight in a heartbeat. Determined to reclaim his throne, Asher pushes himself to the limit, only for nature to play the ultimate prank. In the heat of their fiercest confrontation, Asher doesn't just lose his cool—he presents. But not as the Alpha he was promised to be. He’s an Omega, and the only scent that can keep his new, agonizing cravings at bay belongs to the one man he swore to hate forever.

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.