He’s the king of the boardroom. She’s the ghost in his machine. Alaric Sterling doesn't have a personal life—he has an algorithm. Every move is calculated, every asset is controlled. His new executive assistant, Vespera Thorne, is the perfect cog in his machine. She’s quiet, lethal in her efficiency, and utterly invisible. But Vespera is not who she claims to be. She is the anonymous hacker who has been dismantling his billion-dollar legacy, one encrypted byte at a time. Her mission is simple: destroy the man who destroyed her family. But when the line between business and pleasure disappears, she finds herself trapped in a trap of her own design. Alaric is obsessive, possessive, and—most dangerously—he’s falling for the woman who’s trying to ruin him. As the corporate war reaches a breaking point, Vespera realizes one terrifying truth: She didn't just break into his files. She broke into his bed. And Alaric Sterling is not a man who lets his secrets—or his women—go. The game is rigged. The stakes are everything. And the assistant is about to run the show.

In a world of decay, Dante Vane is the only thing that stays white. Serafina Reed spent five years serving as the shield for a base that didn't deserve her. When the breach came, her commander voted to feed her to the infected just to buy himself a chance at survival. Left to die in the freezing Dead Zone, with nothing but a rusted blade and a broken heart, Serafina prepared for the end. She didn't expect the man who arrived to save her. Dante Vane, the Supreme Commander of Aethelgard, is a monster of surgical precision. He incinerates cities with a flick of his wrist and possesses a pathological hatred for the rot of this world. He moves through mountains of gore without staining his pristine white coat—a lethal ghost in a world of filth. When he finds Serafina in the snow, he doesn’t just save her. He claims her. He takes her back to his sterile sanctuary, obsessed with cleansing the grime of the world from her skin. He feeds her, protects her, and burns down anyone who dares to cross his perimeter. He wants to keep her as a prized exhibit in his own private hell. But Dante made a fatal mistake: he thought he was saving a victim. He didn’t realize that Serafina isn’t a trophy—she’s a blade. And she’s finally ready to see if she can cut through his steel heart. “You’re trembling, Tesoro,” he whispers, pressing a cold, gloved hand to her cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ve burned the rest of the world just so you could remain pure.” “Then why,” she asks, her voice sharp as the steel she hides under her pillow, “does your touch feel more dangerous than the end of the world?”

In the luxurious Whitman estate, secrets can be more dangerous than any enemy. When newborn Liam’s life is threatened by hidden plots and manipulated birth records, only Anna Collins, the devoted maid, can protect him. As loyalty, love, and deception collide, Anna becomes more than a caretaker—she becomes the family's anchor. Can she uncover the truth and safeguard the heir before the shadows of the past destroy everything?

"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?

“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.

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.

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.”

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.

“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.

The men at Blackridge decided Emily Carter was weak long before they learned her name. Quiet women didn’t survive there. Not in a place built from concrete, bruises, and men who mistook cruelty for strength. From the second she arrived, the jokes started. “Careful,” Ryan laughed during drills. “She might break a nail.” Marcus made her carry extra weight packs. Jake called her “Princess” every chance he got. And Emily? She never reacted. Never argued. Never fought back. That only made them push harder. Because silence in Blackridge wasn’t seen as dignity. It was seen as permission. Then came the locker room. Steam curled through the fluorescent lights as Emily pulled off her training shirt—and the entire room went dead silent. Scars. Massive ones. Burned deep across her back and shoulders. Jagged. Twisted. Like someone had tried to tear her apart and failed. For one second, nobody laughed. Then Ryan smirked. “Well damn,” he said. “What attacked you? A lawn mower?” Marcus stepped closer, staring openly now. “Maybe that’s why she acts so weird,” he muttered. “Maybe she’s damaged.” The laughter came back louder this time. Crueler. Emily grabbed for her shirt, but Marcus caught the fabric first. “Relax,” he mocked softly. “We’re just curious.” Her breathing broke instantly. Hands trembling. Eyes unfocused. And for the first time since arriving at Blackridge— Emily Carter cracked. She dropped onto the cold tile floor trying to breathe while the room watched her fall apart. Some laughed. Some stared. Nobody helped. Then the locker room door exploded open. “STEP AWAY FROM HER.” The voice hit the room like a gunshot. General Robert Hayes stood in the doorway, eyes burning with something far worse than anger. Recognition. The room went silent. Hayes looked at Emily. Then at the scars on her back. And suddenly his face changed. Not shock. Not pity. Guilt. Heavy. Immediate. Devastating. Marcus frowned. “Sir…?” Hayes stepped forward slowly. Then spoke words that made the blood drain from every face in the room. “You idiots,” he said quietly. "Shut your mouths! Do you even know who she is?" Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then Hayes looked directly at Jake Miller. And what he said next nearly destroyed him.

"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?

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.”

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?

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.

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?

Five years of marriage, a beautiful daughter, and a life built on trust—all shattered by a lingering scent of unfamiliar perfume. Sienna thought she had Julian’s heart, but the return of his "first love," Lydia, proves that some ghosts never die. When Sienna finds Julian’s lingering touch on another woman, she doesn't cry; she hires the city's most ruthless divorce lawyer, Sebastian. But Sebastian has a secret of his own: the woman ruining Sienna’s marriage is his own fiancée. In a web of lies, betrayal, and unexpected alliances, Sienna must decide: how far will she go to reclaim her life?

"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.