

After I got pulled into the horror game, my nearsightedness made everything blurry. I ended up treating the creepy girl in the blood-stained dress like my own daughter, the final boss like my husband, and the old creepy ghosts like my loving parents. The first time I met the boss, I grabbed his abs and said, “Nice body. Shame you’re kind of short.” He actually laughed in anger, picked up the severed head in his hand, put it back on his neck, and ground out, “I’m six-foot-one. Still think I’m short now?”

It was Thanksgiving. Bianca, the former high school queen bee, was getting married. She sent an e-invite to our private school group chat, tagging everyone. I was going to ignore it. Then, she @’d me directly: "Alessia, I know you faked your wealthy background in high school to show off. But I'm the bigger person. I'll let you come tomorrow. See what a real mafia wedding looks like." Her minions quickly chimed in. "You're too generous, Bianca! No wonder you're marrying into the inner circle of the Castiglione family. You even forgave a vain fake like Alessia!" "Alessia? At a mansion wedding? She'll just humiliate herself if she shows up." The chat was filled with trash talk, but Bianca played the saint. "Let it go, guys. It's in the past. She has nothing anyway. Let's not be hard on her." Right on cue, everyone praised her noble heart. I lay in my husband's massive, cold bed. My fingertips traced the family crest on the silk sheets. His crest. The most feared mafia Godfather in North America. I let out a cold laugh. Back then, she stole my Vitali family name. She turned me, a real mafia princess, into a pathetic wannabe. She made me a target for bullying and humiliation. I opened the e-invite. My eyes narrowed. The venue was my family's estate in the Hamptons. And the groom in the photo looked awfully familiar. Short hair, hooked nose, a scar on his chin. Wasn't that Nico? My husband Rocco's driver? A slow smirk touched my lips. A bloodthirsty glint flashed in my eyes. I grabbed the burner phone Rocco left on the pillow. I texted his private number: "Your lapdog is acting up on my turf." Then I replied in the group chat: "Sure. I'll be there.

Kai Hunter transmigrates into a world overrun by supernatural horrors and awakens a system that lets him do the unthinkable: summon and command them. Female ghost Samara, serial killer Freddy, creatures that cannot be stopped by anyone else now answer to him. As he tears through dungeons and dismantles shadowy organizations, a deeper truth surfaces about where the horrors came from and what this world actually is. By the end, Kai isn't just surviving the darkness. He rules it.

Corporate slave Briar Morgan is reborn in a beast world and immediately surrounded by three devastatingly handsome beast men whose hatred meters are maxed out. The original owner's heinous crimes mean Briar could be torn apart at any moment. Fortunately, she binds with a survival system—only by lowering their hatred values and raising points can she survive. Briar uses the system to break the tribe's winter famine cycle. After becoming the first female chief, she unlocks "construction" skills, leading the beast men to build wooden houses and adopt modern civilization,completely solving food and shelter problems. She transforms from the tribe's most hated villain into their revered queen.

I was just a maid in the house—until they forced me to marry a man in a coma. They said it was just a formality. They said he'd never wake up. But the moment I touched his abs… He opened his eyes. Worse yet, his younger brother tried to claim me while he was "unconscious." But I had no idea—the real monster hadn't even woken up yet. The man I married… is the King of Vampires. And when he wakes up, no one gets out alive.

My classmate Bianca and I have the same taste. She wants every man I’ve ever dated. She says I’m too naive. That I don't see how powerful men think. She calls it “testing” them for me. She says she’s helping. Then she sleeps with my boyfriend. Then she rubs it in my face. “See? I told you that you can’t handle them. These men are sharks. If it wasn’t for me, you’d have been eaten alive by now.” I choked on my rage. I said nothing. This time, I went behind her back. I went after the king of New York's underworld. When she found out, she made her move. But she has no idea. This man isn't my endgame. He's the trap I set for her.