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!"

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.

I didn’t mean to hijack a stranger’s apartment. I definitely didn’t mean to drink his wine, rant about my dumpster-fire week, and call him a spoiled brat before storming out. But Christopher Donovan—tall, stupidly rich, and illegally calm—just let me. Then I bumped into him again. And again. Turns out the man I roasted is the billionaire CEO interviewing me for my dream job. He hires me as his personal assistant… with one tiny condition: pretend to be his girlfriend for one family dinner. One dinner spirals into family group chats, bridesmaid requests, and a very real goodnight kiss that definitely wasn’t part of the contract. Now I’m dodging marshmallows with my boss by day and playing his smitten fake girlfriend by night. The lines between pretend and *I might actually be falling* are getting dangerously blurry. Too bad my actual blind date—the one I ghosted—hasn’t forgotten me. And he’s been closer than I ever realized. What started as a hilarious mess just turned deliciously dangerous… and I’m not sure I want to escape.

He divorced her without hesitation, humiliated her, and erased her from his life. For Elena Vale, losing her marriage to billionaire Adrian Vale was only the beginning of her nightmare. Three years later, she returns stronger, colder, and determined to leave the past behind. But when shocking secrets surrounding her family's deaths begin to surface, Elena discovers that everything she believed was a lie. A hidden witness. A missing message. A powerful enemy willing to kill for the truth. As dangerous secrets pull her deeper into a deadly game, Adrian becomes desperate to protect the woman he once destroyed. But Elena no longer trusts him, and the answers she seeks may expose a conspiracy buried for twenty years. Now, with enemies closing in and her own identity at the center of the mystery, Elena must uncover the truth before it destroys everyone she loves. Because the secret they have been hunting was never hidden in a vault. It was hidden in her.

I thought I had a drunken one night stand with a total stranger, but I woke up the next morning and realized he wasn't a stranger at all. He was Ethan Dennis. My cold and powerful billionaire boss. Afraid of losing my job, I did the only thing that came to my mind immediately. I packed my belongings and slipped out of the room. But in my hurry, I mistakenly left something behind. A resume. Not mine. It belongs to my best. My boss mistook the identity of the woman he spent the night with and thought she was Ivy , My best friend. Who surprisingly played along, moved into my boss’s house without my knowledge, living a life that wasn’t meant for her. But the truth has a way of revealing itself, and when the truth is finally out, who among us will be left standing?

Forced into a cold and unhappy marriage to save her father's business, Aria Bennett spends years suffering neglect and humiliation as her husband, Damian Cross, repeatedly chooses another woman over her. When betrayal becomes too much to bear, Aria decides to reclaim her life and walk away from the wreckage of her marriage. But fate has other plans. Her path unexpectedly collides with Nikolai, the man who once held her heart before circumstances tore them apart. Now known as the most feared and influential crime boss in Eastern Europe, Nikolai offers Aria something she has never truly had—protection, freedom, and a chance at happiness. As old feelings reignite and buried secrets come to light, Aria finds herself caught between the scars of her past and the promise of a new future. With enemies closing in and danger lurking at every turn, she must decide whether Nikolai is the safe haven she's been searching for—or another man capable of leaving her heart shattered beyond repair.

Synopsis – Frozen Vows (approx. 4,980 characters) On her wedding day, powerful heiress Elara Voss stands at the altar in a breathtaking white gown, waiting for her dangerously obsessive fiancé, Damien Cross. When he fails to arrive, a single phone call shatters her world: Damien has been in a catastrophic car accident. Racing to the scene, Elara finds him dying on the roadside, his body already growing cold. In his final moments, Damien whispers possessive declarations of eternal love, slides the wedding ring onto her finger with bloodied hands, and dies in her arms. Devastated yet outwardly frozen, Elara transforms overnight. The once emotionally guarded heiress becomes ruthlessly efficient, taking control of the Voss family empire with a chilling detachment that alarms even her iron-willed grandmother, Victorine. No longer content to be a pawn in her family’s power games, Elara strikes fear into competitors and allies alike. But beneath the ice lies unbearable grief—and growing suspicion. Damien’s death, ruled an accident, doesn’t add up. Victorine, disturbed by her granddaughter’s descent into emotional oblivion, exiles Elara to her estranged father’s powerful domain in a distant country. The mission is simple: rediscover her humanity. Elara agrees only to escape the suffocating memories that haunt every corner of her former life. In this new world of wealth, influence, and hidden agendas, Elara crosses paths with Kael, her stepbrother’s calm and emotionally intelligent best friend. Kael sees through her icy exterior to the broken woman beneath. Patient and steady—everything Damien was not—Kael offers quiet warmth and genuine connection. Yet Elara rejects him at every turn, her heart still chained to the ghost of her possessive fiancé. As Elara begins investigating the crash, disturbing inconsistencies emerge: tampered brakes, suspicious timing, and whispers of sabotage. Flashbacks reveal the complex truth of her relationship with Damien—his terrifying possessiveness that included locking her away and isolating her from the world, balanced by fierce protection and all-consuming love. He would have destroyed anyone who threatened her… or their bond. The deeper she digs, the closer she comes to a devastating truth. Her own father, Elias Voss—a calculating, morally gray titan in his own right—orchestrated Damien’s death. He genuinely believed Damien’s dangerous obsession would eventually destroy Elara, trapping her in a gilded cage or worse. In eliminating the threat, he thought he was saving his daughter. Confronted with this betrayal, Elara is torn apart. The man who killed the only person who ever made her feel truly alive claims he did it out of love. Rage, grief, and confusion collide as she grapples with what “protection” truly means—and whether she can ever forgive the father who shattered her world to save it. Kael remains steadfast, offering the kind of respectful, steady love she has never known. But Elara pushes him away harder, terrified of letting anyone close again. As her carefully constructed ice walls begin to crack, she must make an impossible choice: destroy her father’s empire in a blaze of vengeance and become the cold queen her grandmother always wanted, cling to the memory of Damien’s obsessive love, or risk everything to thaw and embrace a different future with Kael. Frozen Vows is a dark, emotionally charged romance thriller about the fine line between love and possession, the betrayal hidden in protection, and whether a woman forged in ice can ever allow herself to feel warmth again. In a world of power, secrets, and shattered promises, Elara Voss must decide who she will become: avenging ice queen, broken daughter, or a woman finally free to choose her own path. Blending the luxurious darkness of family empire dramas with slow-burn romantic tension and moral complexity, Frozen Vows explores obsession, grief, revenge, and healing in a gripping tale perfect for fans of twisted love stories and powerful heroines who refuse to be saved. Genre: Dark Romance / Revenge Thriller / Family Saga Tone: Elegant, icy, intense, and emotionally devastating Heat Level: Slow-burn with intense chemistry Length: Full-length novel