

Desperate to rewrite her tragic past, Rowena dumps her abusive werewolf fiancé for a seemingly destitute vampire. Little does she know, her new husband is the all-powerful King of the Dark Night.Together, they will unleash hell on the treacherous sister determined to steal Rowena's destiny.

Liam was a gynecologist who, while helping out at another hospital, unexpectedly discovered that the woman undergoing surgery was his wife, May. It turned out that May, who had once promised to spend her life with him, had cheated on him. Heartbroken, Liam confronted May and asked for a divorce. May agreed and chose to be with her lover, but her lover was only after her money. In the end, May faced the consequences of her actions, losing everything and inadvertently causing her father's death, filled with regret. Meanwhile, Liam emerged from the darkness and found his own happiness.

To save her brother's struggling company, Queenie Jones mistakenly identifies Tyrone Yale—who has secretly loved her for 11 years—as her blind date. A rushed marriage follows, binding two strangers by a single certificate. After the wedding, Queenie faces workplace sabotage from an old classmate, pressure from her mother-in-law, and constant attacks from a romantic rival, while her troubled family continues to weigh on her. Behind the scenes,Tyrone stands firmly by her side—shielding her at work, confronting every scheme, and slowly revealing the truth of his long-hidden feelings. What begins as a marriage of convenience turns into something real. Through every crisis they face together, love grows, misunderstandings fade, and hearts finally open. A mistaken marriage leads her to the love she was meant for—a tender, triumphant romance of redemption and devotion.

For five years, the entire vampire world knew that Caelan Vale only drank my blood. Not because I was special. Simply because he chose me, and everyone assumed that made me the Vampire Prince’s only blood source. His only exception. Until tonight. The man who never allowed anyone to touch him lowered his head and drank from another woman’s hand. Isolde Voss. Caelan’s real fiancée. “Claire, you didn’t actually think a human could become a Prince's consort, did you?” I stood there without moving. Humans could only ever remain human. I thought I was the exception. In the end, I never even qualified to be one. I placed the blood bond release papers in front of him and told him they were travel documents. Caelan didn’t even lower his eyes. The black fountain pen slid across the page as he signed his name with careless ease, just like everything he had done to me over the past five years. He had no idea that what he was personally letting go of was not just me. Beneath my cloak, I was already carrying his only half-blood heir. Later, everyone searched for the runaway human. But by then, I had already erased my scent. This time, even the high and mighty Vampire Prince would not find me so easily. Once, I was the one begging for his love. Now, it was his turn.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

In this world where lords reign supreme, your initial unit type is everything. But Rayden Herring awakens the weakest units of all—Skeletons.

Three days before my marking ceremony, someone set fire to the bridal shop while I was inside trying on my ceremonial dress. Alpha Marcus threw the arsonist into the pack prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the hospital bed, my body covered in third-degree burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Marcus speaking with the pack's healing witch. "Alpha, we can still heal her completely with the ancient magic. If we wait any longer, Sarah will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Rachel to be your Luna at the marking ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the marking ceremony." "I promised Rachel that her pup would be welcomed into the pack with full honors. Only when Sarah is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Rachel's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the pup." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The marking ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The mate bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

Once a ballet queen, Talia lost everything to bone cancer. She wakes up in a parallel world, trapped in the body of another Talia—a notorious wife who abandoned ballet and nearly destroyed her marriage. Given a second chance, the reborn Talia vows to reclaim the stage and rewrite her destiny. The husband who was ready to leave is now falling—hard and fast—for the woman she’s becoming.