Everyone thought I’d been chasing Lucas Carter for five years. They had no idea that for those five years, I was his secret fiancée. At Lucas’s birthday party, his childhood friend Emma Hil teased me in front of everyone. “Ava, if you keep this up, Lucas will get tired of you. Want me to set you up instead?” Lucas slung an arm over Emma and laughed. “Stop. She embarrasses easily.” “Besides, she’s been my little sister for years. I'll find her someone,” he added quickly. I kept my gaze steady, lifting my glass. “No need. I’m getting married next month.”

那年圣诞，我被领回家。 第一次见到姐姐，她躺在床上，身上插满各种管子。 妈妈抱着我说，我是姐姐活下去的唯一指望。 从那天起，我成了姐姐的药。 姐姐的眼睛看不见了，我的一只角膜给了她。 姐姐需要换血，我的骨髓移植给了她。 姐姐的肾衰竭了，我的一颗肾脏给了她。 今年，姐姐的心脏也开始衰竭。 妈妈拿着手术同意书，笔尖对着我的名字。 她眼里的期待，和每一次都一样。 我攥紧了衣角，在心里对姐姐说： “姐姐，这一次，我能和你一起死吗？”

Emily Thorne's life went up in flames five years ago. Her parents, two fearless journalists, were killed in a fire that was framed as an accident. But Emily knows it was not. Now, she's dead set on finding out who killed them and why. Her investigation leads her straight to Hale Biodyne, a shady pharma empire with a dirty secret: they're experimenting on humans. When Emily tries to sneak in, she's caught by Alexander Hale, the company's dark horse. But instead of turning her in, he offers her a deal: become Victor Hale's new secretary, and he'll help her uncover the truth. Victor's the ruthless heir to the empire, cold as ice and sharp as a knife. Emily should hate him, but the more she digs, the more she realizes he's not the monster she thought. As she gets deeper into the Hale empire, Emily's heart is on the line. She's playing with fire, and one wrong move could cost her everything. But she's not backing down. not when she's this close to the truth. Would you risk everything for justice, or would you get burned to get Justice?

My mate Miles was injured in a rogue attack and lost his memory. He didn't remember that I was pregnant with our pup, but he marked another she-wolf, Gamma Selene. Miles said that Selene was his destiny. As an Omega, I was not worthy of him at all. As he wished, I severed our mate bond. But when Miles found out that I wasn't a mere Omega, he came crawling back to me. "Let me mark you again, Caroline," he begged. What he didn't know was that I was already taken. Owned by the Alpha more powerful than him.

At the bachelor party before my wedding, my fiancé's so-called "bro"—who happens to be a woman—insisted on playing the push-up game. "The rules are simple..." Marcella put the blindfold over my eyes, her laughter piercing: "Titus is doing push-ups on me. You're not allowed to look, only listen." "If you guess how many he did," she said, "you'll win!" Darkness swallowed my vision. All I could hear were breathy moans and bodies rubbing together. “Titus, you’re pressing into me…” “Don’t move." Titus's voice came through. "It tickles.” I yanked the blindfold off. Then I saw Marcella was straddling Titus’s waist, her big pale boobs mashed against his pecs. Both of them were flushed, while the groomsmen were doubled over, howling. “Scarlett, hurry up and guess!” they taunted. “How many push-ups did they do?" they mocked me. "If you can’t guess, forget the wedding!” Rage shot straight to my skull. I grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped Marcella’s deep-V strap dress into confetti. “Didn’t you wanna play?” I asked, smirking. “I’ll let you play all you want.”

On the night of our anniversary, my boyfriend Paul said he couldn't come home because of an emergency meeting. Bored out of my mind, I opened TikTok, immediately attracted by a livestream. The girl doing the LIVE was hunting down a side chick. "That slut lives in this neighborhood. I'm going there right now to catch them in the act!" Comments in the chatroom were flying at a breakneck speed. "Another scripted show?" "Men who cheat are so despicable!" "Maybe they're banging right now." But I was completely frozen. Because that woman was pointing at my house: "That whore lives right here!"

What if everything you knew about history was a lie? In the Empire of Altos, one Empress’s name has been erased from the records. History paints her as cruel, heartless, and shameful—but the truth is hidden beneath layers of lies and betrayal. Marigold Fhei Sinclair is a quiet student who lives among books, searching for a world more honest than her own. One night, in the corner of her room, she falls asleep on a centuries-old history book—and wakes up in the past, in the body of the Empress everyone believes to be a villain. Trapped in a life of duty, suspicion, and court intrigue, Marigold must navigate a palace where every smile hides a plot and every ally could be a traitor. Can she survive a world that sees her as a threat, and uncover the truth that history tried to bury?

One night. One full moon. One irreversible mistake. Braila never expected to wake up marked—claimed—by the very dudes she should never desire. Her ruthless, untouchable step brothers. The bond should be impossible. It should be wrong. And yet, it burns through her, pulling her toward them in ways she can’t resist. One brother rejects her with venomous hatred. Another fights the need to possess her. The rest? They’re losing control. Their instincts demand they claim what’s theirs. But giving in would mean crossing a line they can never undo. The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes. But this time… it might have. Now, trapped between an undeniable pull and a love that could destroy them all, Braila must uncover why the full moon forced the bond—before desire consumes them completely.

Quietly breaking under the weight of a thousand watching eyes. The Alpha who once promised her forever doesn’t arrive. Instead, the truth comes to her in the cruelest way possible: a live broadcast exposing Jordan Harrington in another woman’s bed… with the one person she was never meant to compete with. Minerva. The girl he called family. The girl he chose—over his own mate. In a single moment, five years of love turns into public disgrace. Laughter replaces vows. Pity replaces respect. And the bond Rosalina believed was unbreakable shatters before the entire pack. But Rosalina does something no one expects. She doesn’t beg. She doesn’t cry. She rejects him—publicly, completely, and without regret. With a sacred oath to the Moon Goddess, she severs their bond and walks away from the title every wolf would kill to have. Now branded as the Luna who was “not chosen,” Rosalina disappears from the life that once suffocated her… only to rise from its ashes stronger, colder, and far more dangerous than anyone remembers. Because betrayal does not break her. It remakes her. And while Jordan basks in the illusion of control with Minerva at his side, he fails to realize one simple truth— The woman he discarded was never ordinary. She was the power behind his throne. And now that she’s gone… He will learn exactly what it means to lose everything.

I'd cremated thirteen hundred corpses. But the one I handled today opened its eyes in front of the furnace door. I was a cremator at a funeral home. I'd been doing this job for eight years and seen all sorts of strange things—the body suddenly sitting back, the furnace backfiring and exploding, and family members crying until they go into shock. But I'd never seen a dead person open their eyes. Even more eerie, he looked at me and twitched the corner of his mouth. It wasn't a mere flicker, but a smile. The kind that said, "I knew you'd come." I instinctively stepped back and knocked over the tool cart. When I looked up again, the furnace door had already closed, and the flame ignited automatically. Through the observation window, I saw that person's body tumbling in the fire, like a live fish thrown into a frying pan. I wasn't sure if he was really alive. But I was certain of one thing—the death certificate of this person was forged by me. Because I needed his identity to bury another person.

For three years, I stayed in a cold mate bond with a man who never wanted me. Alpha Emeric believed I drugged him into marking me. Believed I crawled into his bed to steal the title of Luna. So for three years, he punished me for it. While I suffered beside him, he kept another woman at his side without shame. The day I asked to sever our mate bond, he laughed at my face. “You want freedom?” he said coldly. “Give me a child first.” But I had no time left to argue. I only had six months to live, and I still didn’t have a wolf. Before I could escape him, the man from my past returned. Cyran, my stepbrother. The one person who once protected me, cared for me, and told me that he never wanted to be just my brother—he wanted me as his Luna. The very reason I was drugged into Emeric’s bed three years ago. Now, Alpha Emeric, the mate who never wanted me, suddenly refuses to let me go.

Arya Thorne can find a missing penny in any million-dollar company, but she can’t find her way out of her mother’s drowning gambling debts. When she is hired to audit the legendary VANCE Industries, she expects a routine job. Instead, she finds a way out of the mountain of debt; and herself deeply entangled with Logan Vance, a man known to be as dangerous as he is wealthy.

I’d been listening in on other people’s secrets. So far, more than twelve hundred of them. But today was different. What I heard wasn’t a secret. It was death. I was a hydrology tech with the Riverton City Water Resources Department. I worked at the river monitoring station about two miles downstream from Greenwood Dam. Every day, I logged water level, flow rate, turbidity, and keep an underwater sonar array—fifteen years old and cranky—running. That array was built to track fish migration. Then three years ago, after a software update, it started picking up something else. Human voices. Not speech. But the sound a body would make when it sunk and the vocal cords shivered one last time. Muffled. Short. Like a rock hitting a mud pit. Or like someone trying to scream underwater, with the river water flooding the throat and grinding the words to mush, leaving just one frequency—somewhere between 400 and 600 hertz, lasting 0.3 to 0.8 seconds—then dropping to zero. I knew exactly what it was. I’d heard it more than twelve hundred times. Every time a body drfited from upstream and passed the sonar array, the system would flag the strange vibration in the water and save a voiceprint file. For three years, this river had delivered an average of about 1.1 bodies a day—jumpers, drownings, the ones tossed in, and the ones no one would ever identify. I numbered them and stored them on a hard drive. I never called the cops. Not because I was cold-blooded. But because those recordings could be sold.

I’d been married to my husband, Hank Johnson, for two years. He was always preaching that adults should deal with their own emotions. He wanted me to handle everything myself and not cause him trouble. Last time I went downstairs to take out the trash, I fell and fractured a bone. I called him. “I’ve got a meeting. Call yourself an ambulance.” I hopped on one foot looking for my phone, cold sweat running down my face. When my mom got seriously ill and needed to be hospitalized, I begged him to spare two hours to go to the airport with me to pick her up. Hank said he didn’t have time. Then he sent me some money and said his time cost more than hiring a nurse. I took Mom from hospital to hospital for tests, ran nonstop for a week, and nearly passed out. One night I laid in bed wanting to talk to Hank about all the pressure lately. He rolled over and turned his back to me. “You’re my wife. If you can’t even manage your emotions, how are you supposed to handle public situations with me?” Later I was diagnosed with moderate depression. I took the report home, hoping to talk to Hank. He glanced at it, then fed the paper straight into the shredder. He frowned and said I was being dramatic. “You sit at home all day and don’t work. What do you have to be depressed about? You’re just bored.” Mom died of her illness. I fainted at the hospital, and when I woke up I’d already miscarried and needed a dilation and cutterage. On the way to the operating room, I saw Hank with my good friend Emma Smith in his arms, asking a doctor to look at her swollen, red ankle. He crouched and rubbed her ankle, his voice thick with concern. “This is on me. I shouldn’t have let you wear heels. Next time I’ll bring you flats.” I laughed. He wasn’t about stoicism or independence. He just never counted me among the people he’d protect.

Mara Ellison didn’t survive her husband burying her alive to come back and forgive him. She came back as someone else entirely. Three years, a new face, a new name, and more money than Daniel Ellison has ever seen in one room. When Celeste Vayne walks through the front door of his company as the foreign investor he desperately needs, he doesn’t recognize the woman he put in the ground. He just knows he wants to impress her. My Husband Buried Me Alive… I Came Back as His Nightmare is a razor-sharp revenge story about a woman who lost everything and rebuilt herself specifically to take it back. No rescue. No forgiveness. No mercy.

"You're mine... and only mine." Those weren't words of love. They were a warning. Sienna Vance never asked for chaos. Between carrying the weight of her family’s crumbling mafia legacy, dodging the lethal threats of a rival syndicate, and trying to survive in a city that wants her dead, she thought sacrifice was the only choice she had left. Then he happened. Dominic Lykaios. CEO. Billionaire. Ruthless. Dangerous. He doesn't bow to human laws. He doesn't tolerate weakness. And he never, ever lets a predator cross into his territory... Until her. To Dominic, Sienna is a temptation wrapped in defiance— A human he shouldn't touch. A fire he can't put out. And the one girl he is willing to tear the underworld apart for. But in a world where secrets have fangs and obsession runs deep, Sienna must decide: Will she guard her heart... or let a monster own it—piece by piece?

When I was twenty, I stepped in front of a kidnapper’s knife for Noah Thompson and spent three years in a coma. When I finally woke up, Noah was the youngest CEO around. And my best friend, Lina Clark, was wearing the necklace that belonged to me. Even worse, my dad, Oliver Bennett, put her in his will and said she was more like his real daughter than me. I posted on Instagram: “I woke up, and the whole world swapped out my life.” Friends and reporters reposted it. It went viral. People dug up that Lina had been posing as me in my charity work. That night, she got wasted, slipped, and drowned. Noah kept his promise and married me, but every day he looked at me like I was his worst enemy. He said the second I woke up, I snuffed out his light. My dad blamed me too. Said I should’ve never woken up. Later, our house caught fire. Noah carried me through the smoke. When a beam came crashing down, he shoved me toward the door. But in his arms, he was clutching Lina’s pendant like it was his lifeline. “Alice, I just paid back the life I owed you. In the next life, I’m choosing Lina.” Everyone dragged me through the mud. Years of depression chewed me up, and I killed myself. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I woke up.

“What are you in the mood for?” Aiden asked. “Pinned against the wall with your hands above your head? Or would you rather be on the bed?” “Maybe I want both.” My sister’s best friend is off-limits. That’s the rule. Aiden Blacksmith is a notorious playboy—the kind of guy who never stays with one girl for long. Arrogant, irresistible, and dangerously good at making me want things I’ve never wanted before. I should stay away from him. Especially when there’s Nathan—sweet, safe, and everything I thought I wanted. But then one college party traps Aiden and me together for Seven Minutes in Heaven. One room. Seven minutes. One kiss that changes everything. Now the boy I’m forbidden to touch can’t seem to keep his hands off me—and I’m getting worse at pretending I want him to. Nathan makes me feel safe. Aiden makes me want to break every rule. And the more lines we cross behind my sister’s back, the harder it becomes to tell whether this is only lust… or something neither of us is ready to admit.

One night. One betrayal. One ruthless savior. In a single night, Evelyn Meyers went from the city’s Golden Heiress to a homeless outcast. Her fiancé didn’t just break her heart, he shattered her world. Framed by her best friend and waking up in the bed of a cold-blooded stranger, Evelyn’s nightmare was only beginning. Her grandmother is dead. Her father is behind bars. And the only man who can save her is the one she should fear most. "Sign the contract, Evelyn. Become my wife, and I will give you the heads of everyone who wronged you." The deal is simple: Vengeance in exchange for her freedom. He offers her a throne built on the ruins of her enemies,. He is ruthless. He is possessive. And he is the only one who can help her burn the world down. But as Evelyn navigates the path of revenge, she discovers that her husband’s love might be more dangerous than her enemies’ hate.

Emerson Zephyr has spent years fighting a war no one can see. On the surface, he is exactly who everyone expects him to be—the star rugby player, the dependable son, the boy with a future already mapped out for him. But beneath the carefully constructed facade lies a truth he has spent years burying beneath guilt, fear, and self-loathing. Then there is William Sinclair. Quiet, observant, and impossible to ignore, William awakens something Emerson has spent most of his life trying to destroy. Every glance feels dangerous. Every interaction chips away at the walls Emerson has built around himself. What begins as fascination quickly becomes something far more terrifying. Because desire has a way of demanding to be felt. As old wounds resurface and the expectations of family, friendship, and society close in around him, Emerson finds himself caught between two opposing forces: the fear that has shaped his life and the longing that refuses to disappear. But some choices cannot be avoided forever. And when the line between who he is and who he is expected to be begins to blur, Emerson must decide which voice he will listen to—the one that tells him to hide, or the one urging him to finally be seen. A coming-of-age story about fear, desire, identity, and the cost of denying yourself, where the hardest battle is not against the world, but against the person staring back in the mirror.