I was his weapon for seven years. Hollow. Cold. Then he offered a choice.

I'm ex-military. He's a Don who's survived three assassination attempts.

I poisoned three kings to claim this throne. Now an assassin comes for me.

My father sold me to the monster in the castle. He looks at me like prey.

I gave myself to a masked stranger. He's the heir to the family that killed my mother.

My father hid me for eighteen years. My shadow magic marks me as a destroyer.

My sister was dying. I offered Death my soul. He took it. She died anyway.

I swore to kill him at fourteen, kneeling in my father's blood. He swore to protect me.

They threw me to a demon lord as payment. He was supposed to drain me. He bound me instead.

My mother died hiding what I am. Now a witch hunter holds my life in his hands.

I found a token in my dead father's things. Now a fae lord lives in my kitchen, grants my wishes wrong, and can't lie. The catch? Every wish reveals what I truly want. And what I truly want is him.

They threw me away to die. Instead, I became something packs had never seen.

My family owed a vampire for generations. Now it's my turn to pay.

Every touch shows me your darkest secrets. Except his. I can't read him.

I was sold at auction to the High Lord. I was supposed to be his pet.

My mother traded me to the fae when I was three. Now their king wants me.

I've died for him twelve times. This life, I'm changing the ending.

I survived four nights running from the Wild Hunt. No one lasts four hours.

I woke up dead in a morgue. He's the ancient vampire accused of killing me.

I sneezed in a graveyard and woke up 347 ghosts. They won't leave.

I posted my secret on an anonymous app. He found it. Now he's at my dinner table.

He killed my father and kept the money. So I took his sister. Now he's taken me.

My world ends at the tide line. His world begins there. We meet in the space between.

Every time you have sex, you lose a sense. He's lost three. I've lost one. And I want him anyway.

I found a token in my dead father's things. Now a fae lord lives in my kitchen, grants my wishes wrong, and can't lie. The catch? Every wish reveals what I truly want. And what I truly want is him.

He woke up with no memory. My face was the only thing he knew. I should have run.

He's betting I'll fail. I inherited a ranch I can't run. Neither of us planned on wanting more.

I'm his fake fiancée. Six months, no touching, no falling. We broke every rule by week two.

72 hours. Hostile territory. The ex I never stopped loving is the only one who can save me.

He vanished after his brother died. I found him next door. Now he's writing songs about me.

I work the night shift for a vampire CEO. He doesn't know I know.

I sneezed in a graveyard and woke up 347 ghosts. They won't leave.

Scandal photos could end his career. Unless I can spin a miracle.

We've been enemies since a viral clip ruined my win. Gaming's biggest feud.

I hired a fake boyfriend from an app. He sent the wrong guy. It's working.

I told everyone I'm bringing my girlfriend to my ex's wedding. She's not real.

I told everyone I'm bringing my boyfriend to my ex's wedding. He doesn't exist.

My ex wrote a clause in his will. I inherit millions—if I stay single.

I have a budget line for 'See Delivery Man.' Forty-seven packages. Then my sister opened the door.

My groom used ChatGPT for his vows. I walked out. Now he has 30 days.