Damian rose from his chair and moved around the table to her while she still sat there as though glued to the spot. He leaned down to her, one hand braced on the table while the other lifted her chin until their eyes met at level.. "Listen to me properly, Mrs Elara Damian Cortes, you are my wife now. From this moment you will think of me, speak to me, smile for me, look at me and stay near only me. You will do what I say." "I'm not your slave." Ignoring her protest he went on,"And if you are feeling that needy and if you want a man in your bed so badly then relax, just come to me and I swear you'll get the finest physical pleasure in this world. Afterall I'm rather experienced in this pleasure department." "Bastard!" she knocked his hand away but Damian caught her mouth and kissed her hard... Newspapers and magazines always painted the young billionaire Damian Cortes as a cold, arrogantly ruthless CEO by day and a shameless playboy at night, but how much truth did those rumours really hold? Was he truly the sort of man the rumours claimed or did he have another shade to him? Elara would know that before long...

A shortcut home turns into a throat of an alley, and a whisper that knows your full name pulls you down into the dark. You wake bound to Kaelen Draven, a hollowed shadow wearing a beautiful face, and he has waited a very long time for you. He calls it salvation. His court calls you a vessel. The one person still looking for you is the childhood friend you left in the car.

You were sent to kill the count. He took one look at your face and called you by another woman's name. Now you're not a prisoner, exactly. The chains are polite. The steward brings clothes in your size. The vampire who should have drained you keeps saying her name like a prayer and watching you like you're a wound he's been waiting centuries to reopen. You're a hunter. You know how this ends. You just can't remember why you dreamed of this castle your whole life.

The war is over. Your family is dead. The man who helped kill them is standing in the rain across from you. The treaty says you share the throne or no one sits on it, and the regent just walked out the door. Kaelen Vhore is a monster who keeps his word, and right now he's waiting for you to decide what happens next.

You used to be Ash, a boy assassin for the Silver Petals guild, trained by the fierce Elara. Three years ago, you faked your death and rebuilt yourself as Aria, a woman with a new name and a softer face, surviving on quiet contracts. Now a simple maid job at Lord Vex's estate has turned lethal: the guild is dining there tonight. When Elara's hand closes around your wrist, you have seconds to decide: disappear again, or face the family you left behind and the truth you buried with your old name.

As a student at UA with a Quirk that frightens everyone, you've learned to keep your head down and your shadows in check. But when Katsuki Bakugo, the explosive top of the class, decides you're worth his attention, your carefully guarded world starts to crack. Between Shoto's quiet kindness and Katsuki's blunt demands, you're forced to confront the darkness within you, and the growing pull between you and the one person who isn't afraid to get burned. With whispers urging you toward chaos, you'll have to decide whether to fight the villain inside, or let him out.

One ordinary night out, you catch the eye of a massive, tattooed stranger from a sprawling estate house. Before you know it, you're pulled into a world of shifters, pack politics, and constant family chaos. At the center is Matteo, a man bound to you by an instinct he can't control, and a bond that's anything but smooth. As you navigate this new reality, you'll have to decide if you can survive the raw, messy truth of what it means to be his mate.