

Isabella had been in an online romance with a man named “Morpheus” for three months. When she noticed the vampire clan crest appearing in the photos he sent her, she was stunned—especially since she happened to work at a vampire museum.Things became even more suspicious when she discovered that the custom-made ring she had designed for Morpheus was being worn by her boss. But her boss already had a partner, making Isabella wonder if she had only been a temporary amusement during his lonely nights.Just when she was lost in doubt, the prestigious vampire prince Cassian arrived at the museum. He became strangely fascinated by the small mole on Isabella’s collarbone. As the two grew closer and the truth slowly came to light, Isabella realized that everything might not be what it seemed—and there was a hidden secret waiting to be uncovered.

On a dark and stormy night, Mia found her mother killed in the study. Jack, her father, handed her over to the police as a suspect without giving her a chance to explain. With the help of her brother Daniel, Mia was bailed out of jail and hired a private detective, Edward, to investigate her mother's death. As the investigation progressed, Mia discovered a huge conspiracy behind her mother's death, and even her own father and Edward were involved......

A ruthless mafia godmother plans to retire at her daughter’s wedding, until the bride is kidnapped and drugged on her wedding night. She storms back into the underworld, vowing revenge, only to uncover a deeper conspiracy and be murdered by a traitor. But is Mama really dead?

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I nestled in the arms of my vampire husband, Alaric, and offered my neck to his lingering kisses. My breath caught as my hand fumbled in my pocket for the pregnancy test crystal. It glowed faintly, showing a clear positive result. I planned to reveal my pregnancy as my final surprise for the night: we were going to have a half-vampire child of our own. Alaric's confidant, Roman, grinned suggestively and asked in the Old Tongue of the Kindred: "Your Highness, and what of your childhood friend, the beautiful pureblood Elise? Does she satisfy you?" Alaric's mocking laughter rumbled against my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied in the same Old Tongue: "Like fire, wild and intensely hot. The harder you bite, the sweeter she yields." His fingertip was still tracing the bite marks on my neck, but his gaze was far away. "Just be sure to keep this quiet. I'd be ruined if my dear wife found out." The clansmen chuckled, raising their blood-filled goblets to pledge their secrecy. The warmth in my blood ran to ice. They had forgotten. Born of a noble human line that had intermarried with the Kindred for generations, I was fluent in their Old Tongue. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect hostess's smile plastered on my face, but the hand gripping my glass began to tremble. Alaric probably thought that if I found out, I would cry and demand to know why he treated me this way, just as I had before. But what he didn't know was that this time, everything was different. The marriage contract was void. I sent a message to my father: "Father, I've lost the bet. I am coming home to inherit the family estate."

Human girl Nellie, drunk, stumbles into werewolf king Clifford's territory, has a one-night stand with him, and flees. Five years later, she applies to be his family doctor for her sick son Brady—only to discover her employer is the man from that night. Recognizing her, Clifford relentlessly pursues her while Brady's werewolf blood awakens. Werewolf nobles repeatedly frame Brady as a "cursed child" and try to kill him, but Clifford protects his family. At their wedding, he exposes the conspiracy and proves Brady's pure lineage. Nellie accepts his proposal, Brady gains the pack's acceptance, and the three live happily ever after.