

Yasmin Cole loses everything to the stepmother and stepsister who spent years quietly dismantling her life from the inside. Her own father throws her out. She survives years of displacement with one thing intact, which is the intention to come back. When she does, she is ready. The moment she sees her stepsister on the arm of her former fiance Shaun Wyatt, she doesn't flinch. She recognizes it immediately for what it is—the perfect opening. They handed her exactly the weapon she needed to take everything back.

On her wedding day, Megan's fiancé Mark vanishes without a trace. After four years of investigation, the police still turn up no leads whatsoever. Consumed by her relentless obsession, Megan is taken by her best friend Jennifer to a hidden underground store that sells so-called hyper-realistic ""shared boyfriend"" companion robots. She is horrified to discover that ""Robot No. 07"" is none other than Mark, missing for four years. He is kept subdued with drugs and electric shocks, disguised as merchandise to be exploited for profit. To save her beloved, Megan swallows her humiliation and feigns compliance, secretly gathering evidence. Step by step, she uncovers the shocking truth: her best friend, driven by hatred born from scorned love, was the one who ""donated"" Mark to the store owner. In the final showdown, Megan collaborates with the police from the inside to raid and shut down the illegal operation. The two lean on each other through the long aftermath of trauma, moving steadily toward healing and a new beginning.

I'm an Omega, and I turned out to be the fated mate of the Silvermoon Pack's Alpha. For three years, I walked on eggshells as Luna. I threw myself into studying, night and day. Asked permission for everything. And still, it wasn't enough. "You always lean on me for everything," he said. "How can you ever be a real Luna? Try to be more like Sonya." Sonya Smith. His childhood friend. The gold standard I was supposed to measure up to. So I stopped leaning. When I got hurt protecting the pack, even when the wound ran deep, I bandaged it myself and let it heal on its own. Didn't go crying to him. When the pain hit, I curled up alone and rode it out. Didn't go looking for comfort. And when rogues jumped me and I lost the pup—I went to the pack healer myself and handled it. But my mate regretted it. He used to dream of the day I wouldn't need him anymore. When that day finally came, he realized— it was destroying him.

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

Veterinary intern Chiara is unexpectedly transported into a novel, becoming the infamous Peacock Princess of a shapeshifter world. Drawing on her professional expertise and gentle heart, Chiara gradually untangles the emotional knots of her shapeshifting husbands, helping them rediscover their purpose. Along the way, she herself grows from a good-for-nothing princess into a Level-5 powerhouse. The men who once dismissed her are now filled with regret, while the healed shapeshifting husbands develop an intense possessiveness and devotion toward her, unfolding a sweet yet fiercely competitive love story—a romance set in a chaotic battlefield of desire.

I spent millions supporting my fiancé Ethan and his greedy family for six years, yet they treated me like a servant. On the eve of our Maldives wedding, they downgraded my parents’ first-class tickets and gave the seats to Bianca’s family—Ethan’s first love. That was when I finally saw them for what they really were: parasitic and completely ungrateful. So at the wedding venue, I revoked every payment authorization and took up with a new shifter, Edward. When Ethan couldn’t cover the bills and called me in a rage—“The wedding’s about to start! Where the hell are you? Hurry up and pay for everything!”—I calmly told him the wedding was off. I’d already switched to a new shifter.

Grace, an orphan imprisoned by her adoptive family, is raised to be sold to a corrupt official. Desperate to escape with her disabled brother, she seduces billionaire Jackson Carroll, using him as her weapon.

After my fox shifter scratched me again, I went to the hospital alone. The nurse looked at the gash running from my wrist to my forearm. "That is going to scar. Did your shifter even go through socialization training?" I smiled. "He did. He was top of his class." My phone lit up. Lucian rarely messaged me, but today he did. [I barely touched you. Was the hospital really necessary?] [I have plans tonight. When are you coming back? I need you to press my shirt.] [Also, can you do something about the laundry smell? It is embarrassing.] [I do not even want to tell people you are my sponsor.] I stared at the screen for a moment. So that was how he saw me. Then I walked down the street to the shelter: "I would like to exchange my shifter." The worker opened my file, and her face went pale. Lucian had always believed I was a broke, ordinary sponsor who was lucky to have him. He did not know I was the only heir to the family that built the Shifter Registry.

Amy was the luna of her pack, growing a pup in her stomach when the alpha betrayed her and took her life, and that of her pup. When she woke up six years earlier she decided to change everything. Revenge would be something she focused on.

I was pregnant, and when I went to a private club to have Ronan sign the divorce papers, he was tangled up with his mistress, Molly. Under Ronan's coercion, I drank the wine Molly handed me. But what I didn't expect was that Molly had slipped an abortion-inducing pill into the drink. I collapsed, yet Ronan left with Molly in his arms. "I'll bring in the top medical team to save the baby." he said. "Ronan, there are only eight days left on the marriage contract. We will never meet again in this life." I replied. But Ronan didn't hear me—he was too busy answering Molly's call. Fortunately, my baby survived. Eight days later, I returned to my grandfather's farm with my child, severing every last tie to Ronan. Just when I thought life would settle down peacefully, Ronan knelt at my doorstep.