

"Velda Griffin is suspected to have allied with the rogues to harm Sienna Armstrong, the Luna-to-be. Today, she shall be sentenced to a memory trial." The huge memory crystal glints coldly on the tribunal. My ex-fiance, Alpha Lorcan Cillian of the Moonshadow pack, maintains an arrogant expression. There's nothing but disgust in his eyes. "All of the vile things that you've done shall be reflected on the memory crystal. Let the entire pack witness your true colors, you filthy bitch!" Sienna reclines against Lorcan's body, a smug smile etched on her face. She thinks my reputation will be completely tarnished. Although my limbs are bound with silver chains, a faint, relieved smile has appeared on my pale face. "Are you sure you want to see my memories, Lorcan? Once you start… there's no turning back."

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.

When Landon Scott gets dropped into a supernatural apocalypse overrun by terrifying female anomalies, everyone else runs. Landon does not run. Red Bride haunting the wedding hall gets kissed before she can scream. Ruby Dreadlord of the Bloody Hospital, fearsome sovereign of the undead, is spoiled so relentlessly she forgets to be terrifying. The spider goddess Lady Arachnid of Silken Inn? His new favorite, naturally. He isn't fighting his way through this cursed world. He's charming it, one horrifying entity at a time, until the most feared anomalies in existence are squabbling over his attention. Everyone calls this the age of the bizarre apocalypse.The anomalies have started to suspect the real danger was him all along.

Apocalypse? Worry not! My manager girlfriend is the Queen of Beasts!

Female CEO Claire Stein goes undercover as a beggar with a quiet promise: give her money and she'll return ten million, enough to change anyone's life. She sits for three days. No one stops. Then Jason Parker gives her a hundred dollars without hesitation. She pushes back and asks for another hundred, just to see. He gives that too,without irritation, without expectation. Claire decides immediately: a man this decent doesn't get away. She asks what he needs. He says he needs a girlfriend to bring home for the New Year to get his mother off his back. She considers this for approximately one second.Done. As of today, she is his girlfriend, and somehow, neither of them seems to be pretending.