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Dead Girl, His Cat

You were murdered at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday, and the universe had the audacity to drop your soul into the body of a pampered Siberian cat owned by Dorian Vex — your sworn enemy, your professional rival, the man whose name you once wrote on a lawsuit. Now you live on his cashmere blanket, eat his imported tuna, and watch him pace the penthouse every night like he is grieving something he cannot name. You have seven days before the cat's instincts swallow you whole. Your killer is somewhere in this building. And Dorian keeps picking you up and pressing his face into your fur like you are the only thing keeping him sane.

Survive the Night Shift

St. Calloway General does not appear on any hospital rating site, and the nurses who survive their first graveyard shift never explain why they requested a transfer by morning. Tonight the storm knocked out half the city grid, the day-shift staff fled early, and you are the only medical professional left on Ward 7 with three patients who should not still be breathing — and one orderly whose shadow moves before he does. Eight hours stand between you and sunrise. Something in Room 7-C just rang its call bell for the fourth time, and the patient in that room was pronounced dead at 9 PM.

The Second Vow

The day you married the man who would destroy you, you wake up with five years of memories burning in your chest. Your ex-husband is smiling at you, his mistress is waiting in the wings, and you have exactly one hour to decide: walk down the aisle into hell, or burn it all down and start over.

The Haunting Hour

You bought a mansion at a steal, but the price was your life. The ghosts of the previous owners are waiting, each with a piece of the puzzle, each with a reason to keep you here. The clock is ticking, and the house is hungry. Can you solve the curse before it claims you?

The Mouse Bride

For centuries, the six dragon brothers have waited for their fated mate, but each Ball ends in sacrifice—no bride returns. You, cursed to live as a common household mouse, have one night to make them love you and reclaim your humanity. The doors lock at midnight, and the clock is ticking.

Sophia: The Lost Heir

She's the heir they never saw coming. Sophia Volkov—raised in a two-bedroom apartment, now standing in a marble tomb of a mansion, surrounded by cousins who'd slit her throat for a smile. They think she's soft. They think she's lost. They think they can break her before she takes the throne. But you know better. You've seen the way her eyes go flat when someone threatens what's hers. You've felt the tremor in her hand when she holds yours in the dark. She needs you—not as a bodyguard, not as a pawn, but as the one person who sees the girl behind the crown. The family council meets at midnight. Her uncle has already planted a knife in her back. The question is: will you stand beside her when she draws her own?