

Ten years into the apocalypse, Seren, a scavenger scraping by on trash, awakens a system that deeply binds her to three strikingly different handsome men. Influenced by Seren, the three men gradually shift from hostility to adoration. Together, the four build a brand‑new home amid the end‑of‑the‑world wasteland.

Sam Lloyd, heir of the Lloyd family, is forced by his grandfather to honor a childhood engagement with Kate Clark, CEO of Clark Corp. He joins her company for six months, quietly helping her rise to become Havora’s new business queen. Yet she meets him with cold disdain. Heartbroken, he leaves and ends the engagement. After his departure, Clark Corp declines sharply, and Kate is left drowning in regret—only realizing too late who truly built her empire.

For three years, Cecilia Nixon had been in a loveless marriage with Nat Gold, untouched by him, and her mother-in-law insisted she leave empty-handed. In a sudden act of defiance, Cecilia managed to force Nat to sleep with her and then vanished, pregnant. Six years later, upon her return to her homeland, the first person she bumped into was Nat. As they engaged in a chase, her rage got the better of her, and she confronted him, demanding a proper distance between them.

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.

Josh Dugan and Vivian Zahn’s seven-year marriage is threatened by a dangerous stalker, Mark Loeb, whose obsessive advances ultimately lead to the deaths of Josh’s parents. Vivian vows never to betray Josh again. However, when Josh later sees Vivian secretly stuffing a scarf that Mark gave her into her pocket, his last shred of hope is shattered. With the help of his old flame, Gwen Larson, he decides to walk away from Vivian for good.

Nora Whitfield has spent her life as the shadow of her twin sister Victoria. Family, friends, and even her fiancé Adam Sterling always choose Victoria first. On the eve of her wedding, Nora finally walks away. She starts over in Savannah as a leather restorer and meets Ethan, a man who sees her clearly. When Adam regrets and comes looking for her, Nora has already learned to choose herself. No longer second. No longer leftover.

Sam Lloyd, heir of the Lloyd family, is forced by his grandfather to honor a childhood engagement with Kate Clark, CEO of Clark Corp. He joins her company for six months, quietly helping her rise to become Havora’s new business queen. Yet she meets him with cold disdain. Heartbroken, he leaves and ends the engagement. After his departure, Clark Corp declines sharply, and Kate is left drowning in regret—only realizing too late who truly built her empire.

Once the deadliest gunman in the West, Logan vanishes after his wife dies and lives as a humble bartender, shielding his son from his violent past. But as the outlaws invade the town and his son’s life hangs by a thread, Logan decides to draw his gun one last time, to protect his loved ones and remind the West— that he is still the best!

I have been bound to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He is pureblood, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I… I was chosen as nothing more than a “temporary Luna,” a political pawn to steady the pack’s power. In those nine years, he betrayed me countless times. The first time, on my birthday, he announced that the celebration belonged to another she-wolf he had just met. The second time, I brewed medicine for his injuries, only to be accused by the Elders of bewitching the Alpha. He didn’t defend me—instead, he ordered me to be whipped in front of the entire pack. The third time, I was three months pregnant. He stood there, watching as his childhood sweetheart pushed me down the stone steps. I lost our pup that day. Nine years. Three thousand two hundred nights. I endured his indifference, his humiliation, his contempt. Last night, at the Silverfang Pack’s full-moon feast, he openly entwined his hand with a young Omega’s while I sat abandoned at the far end of the Alpha’s table. Every gaze cut into me—wolves whispering, mocking, savoring the spectacle. It was his 200th betrayal. When the feast ended, Ryan didn’t even look at me. His words were sharper than fangs: “Don’t forget, your Luna title is only temporary.” At dawn, he descended the Alpha’s staircase, his voice cold and commanding as if I were a servant: “Prepare the council’s tea. Now.” I met his gaze without flinching, my voice steady, stripped of all submission. “I’m sorry, Alpha. That is no longer my duty.” He seems to forget—we were never bound by a mark. Ours was an agreement, nothing more. And today marks the third-to-last day before that agreement ends. I gathered the Luna emblem, the wedding ring, and our only wedding photo—and burned them all. In three days, I’ll leave this pack. I will return to the secluded Herbal Academy, reclaim my research. And this time, when I walk away, I will never return.

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.