Fantasy Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister
The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss. As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family. In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter. I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate. I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath. Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again. She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house./1/105182/coverorgin.jpg?v=5cb742553ef3839db915d1d5dae6596c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: Snatching Back My Stolen Luck
Betrayed by the two people she trusted most - her husband and her foster sister-turned-best friend - Lilith dies with regrets. But fate has other plans. Granted a second chance by a mysterious system, she wakes up in the past. This time... She won't be naive. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny. On the first day of her rebirth, she crosses paths with Dean: a disarmingly gorgeous, silver-haired man who proposes a fake engagement to help her. But the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to draw the line between real and pretend. With the past betrayal still fresh in her mind, Lilith must decide- Will she risk her heart again... or keep her eyes on the prize?/0/72714/coverorgin.jpg?v=300c4e38ddfa6a5f7fea13b24ccfb170&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BRIDE OF THE DRAGON LORD
A forced marriage. A cursed dragon king. And a love that could destroy them both." To stop a centuries-old war, Princess Evelynn is forced to marry King Darius, the ruthless Dragon Lord. But she is no ordinary bride-she is a sacrifice. A prophecy warns that if Darius loves her, he will burn the world to ashes. Evelynn plans to escape, but when she learns the dark secret behind his curse, she must make an impossible choice: her freedom or his soul. But can she love a man whose very touch could destroy her? 🔥 Perfect for fans of forbidden romance, dangerous secrets, and powerful dragon kings. 📖 Read now and enter a world of magic, fate, and love that defies destiny./0/20129/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9a9b486f04a5907435d1df2bc2c5556&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Lycan, Her Dragon
He is a Dragon Warrior sent to the Thregonad Village to rule its people. He is fearless, handsome and robust but cold hearted. Then he found her in the verge of death; a Lycan Princess with all her grace and beauty but with hidden spirit of being a warrior too. Secretly, he fell in love with her but she has a fiancé waiting or searching for her; the Duke of Sussex. What will happen if circumstances would force the Lycan Princess to submit herself as a wife to the Dragon warrior?/0/85451/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ce9d0c0593660256f0119e75c923611&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Cold Mother, His Bloody Betrayal
The first gunshot in the library deafened me to everything but my brother Ethan' s jolt and the dark red staining his white t-shirt. He looked at me, mouth open, no sound. He slumped. My body moved before my brain could. I turned and ran. I didn' t help him, didn' t scream his name. I just ran, leaving him there. Because I had done this before. In my last life, I' d called our neurosurgeon mother, Olivia. "Mom, Ethan's been shot!" I' d sobbed. Her reply, cold: "Stop being so dramatic, Chloe. I' m busy getting my nails done with Ashley." Ashley, our adopted sister, was her perfect princess. Ethan and I were afterthoughts. She hung up. Ethan bled out waiting for a mother who thought he was a lie. At the hospital, she arrived, nails perfectly pink. When he was pronounced dead, her world shattered. She lunged at me, screaming. "You did this! You just watched him die! You were jealous!" She shoved me down the hospital staircase. My head hit the marble floor. I died there, just like Ethan. But then I was back, in the library, the nightmare starting again. This time, I knew. Trying to save Ethan would only lead to my own death, blamed, hated, destroyed by a family that was never truly mine. My parents were incapable of love for their biological children, consumed by Ashley. So, for the first time, I chose me. I ran, leaving them and that broken life behind. Let them live with their choices. I wouldn't be their scapegoat. This time, I' d be a spectator. But when they called, crying about Ethan, I knew what I had to do. Not for them, but to reveal their monstrous truth. Heading to the hospital, I wasn't a grieving sister. I was an executioner, ready to make sure everyone saw the final act./1/105626/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5401f0ff9ea1e3434897e8f4c1e5009&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Last God
They call Marcus Chen a god-killer. A thief. An abomination. The truth? He's the only mortal who survived when Ares died on top of him, bleeding divinity into his veins. Now every pantheon in Chicago wants him dead before he finishes transforming into something that shouldn't exist, a god born from human flesh. Marcus has three days before execution. Three days to control the power that's burning him alive. Three days to expose the real conspiracy behind Ares's murder. The old gods ruled for millennia. Marcus Chen might be the last god they ever fear./0/83953/coverorgin.jpg?v=ebf393f686a52754e8f472dd41f236c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Comatose Heir's Unwanted Wife
The humid Southern air always brought back the dread. Today was the day-the day the two proposals would arrive, sealing my fate. My sister, Sabrina, burst in, her eyes manic, declaring she' d marry Brian Hughes, the charming mechanic, and I would marry Andrew Lester, the comatose heir. This wasn't how it happened before. In my first life, Sabrina scheme her way into marrying Andrew, condemning me to Brian' s terrifying abuse – the beatings, the broken bones, the eventual fire she set to kill me because she thought my brokenness was a form of happiness. Now, reincarnated, she remembers only Brian' s public devotion, oblivious to the monster beneath. She wanted my nightmare. As a wave of dizzying relief washed over me, I realized… my tormentor, the man who destroyed me, was her desperate prize. My mother, always favoring Sabrina, quickly agreed. They thought they were pushing me into a living widowhood, a quiet misery. They had no idea they were finally setting me free./0/85759/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1666acb2b7e80198011cbdfdd4f42e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Youth, Reclaimed Destiny
The roar of the crowd was the last thing I heard. I died on a dirty city street, falsely accused, a monster in their eyes. It all started with a gift for my 25th birthday-an antique smartwatch from Eleanor, my adoptive mother. It wasn't just a heavy, ornate trinket; it was a life-drainer. Weeks after I clasped it on, my vibrant youth withered, my hair thinned, my mind fogged. As I became a frail old woman, Eleanor, terrified of aging, grew younger, radiant with my stolen vitality. She locked me in the dusty attic, telling the world I' d had a breakdown. My only hope, Bethany, my ex-boyfriend' s fiancé, found me. She helped me escape, or so I thought. She live-streamed my chaotic flight, twisting a narrative: I was a fraud, mentally unstable, stealing from Eleanor. The crowd, incited by her online posts, saw a villain, not a victim. They closed in, their rage contorting their faces. Bethany watched, a triumphant smile on her face, as my life drained away for the second, and final, time. But death was not the end. Floating in a void, I saw Eleanor and Bethany toasting with champagne, celebrating my demise. The injustice burned through me, a rage so pure it could tear the universe apart. They had taken everything. Then, I woke up. Gasping for air, my skin smooth, my hair thick and dark-25 again. It was my birthday, the day it all started. This time, the watch wouldn' t be for me. This time, I was going to offer the "life-drainer" to Bethany. I would watch Eleanor and Bethany, two predators bound by vanity and greed, tear each other apart. This time, I would not be the victim./1/101546/coverorgin.jpg?v=673635da824af1d64ebee361c3651c1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tamed by my Ruthless Biker
Chloe Decker has spent her whole life trying to stay out of trouble especially the kind that rides a motorcycle, wears a leather jacket, and smirks like the world belongs to him. Unfortunately, that trouble has a name: Alfie. They go to the same school, live in the same town, and hate each other with a passion that could burn down the world. He's the arrogant son of the Black Fangs MC President, while she's the quiet girl who wants nothing to do with the club or its reckless members. But when a cruel prank, a dangerous secret, and one unexpected night throw them together, Chloe's world begins to unravel. Alfie isn't just the ruthless biker everyone fears he's also the boy who can't stop looking at her like she's the only thing keeping him alive. Every fight between them feels like a spark. Every touch feels like a threat. And soon, their hate turns into something much darker and much harder to control. In a world filled with roaring engines, loyalty, and betrayal, love was never supposed to happen especially not between enemies. But fate has other plans, and Chloe will soon discover that sometimes, the most dangerous hearts are the ones that were meant for you all along./0/82600/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd88009cbb0c2c489b954ebc8fd163b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Legacy: A Woman Reborn
In the hidden hollows of the Appalachians, my family knew a secret: a spark of life, a whisper of old magic in our blood that could make the barren fruitful. It was just folklore until Eleanor Montgomery arrived, her son Ethan, heir to a sprawling industrial empire, dying. Desperate, my family agreed: I, Sarah-Mae Jenkins, would marry Ethan, save him, and secure our future. My "gift" worked. I conceived twins, and Ethan recovered, vibrant and strong. But on the day our healthy babies were born, he stood over me, cruel and triumphant, and smothered them. "Mountain trash," he spat, then sealed me alive in their cold family crypt. To erase all trace, Montgomery Industries orchestrated a chemical spill, annihilating my entire valley, my home, my people. Every hope, every life, gone. Everything I had, destroyed. Why such monstrous cruelty for a boy' s twisted obsession? Why was my very essence, my gift of life, deemed a curse worthy of such utter annihilation? The pain was a living thing, consuming me. Then, darkness. Then, light. I gasped awake in my own bed, back in the small cabin, on the very day Eleanor Montgomery' s black car would wind its way up our mountain road. This time, there would be no bargain. This time, Sarah-Mae Jenkins was reborn for one purpose: revenge./0/83090/coverorgin.jpg?v=1cdc7ae12207529697aaced352f9e3d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned Love, Buried Truth
Eight months pregnant with twins, I lived a dream on the vast Montana ranch with my loving husband, Ethan. That dream shattered when Pastor Davies and Ethan' s "friend" Brenda Hayes poisoned Ethan' s mind, twisting my pregnancy into a "bad omen" and my babies into "another man' s." Believing them, Ethan turned monstrous. He forced a C-section, ripping our twins from me, burying them in unmarked graves. Weak and heartbroken, I endured public humiliation, snakebites, forced confessions, and his chilling contempt, until my last breath in a freezing cellar. He believed Brenda's every cruel, manipulative lie. How could the man I loved, my twins' father, believe such monstrous fabrications? This brutal betrayal, driven by pure malice, burned with an unbearable injustice. But my death was only release. My spirit watched as Ethan, finally shown Brenda' s horrific deceit, plummeted into unbearable regret. He unleashed brutal revenge on those who destroyed us. While his sanity fractured and his world dissolved, I, Sarah, found peace, reunited with my beloved twins in a new beginning, leaving his tormented soul to eternity's judgment./0/83911/coverorgin.jpg?v=2880c82ef3f55db1cf672151bedeb85e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day I Said No！
The smell of ozone meant a blizzard, and the buzzing of Tyler's call meant the end of my life. In my last life, I answered, running to save Ethan, the man I loved, from a Rockies storm. That rescue shattered my leg, my climbing career, and ultimately, my spirit. Ethan married me out of pity, our life together a silent torment. Then came the fire, my bad leg trapping me, choking smoke filling my lungs. My husband, Ethan, and our teenage son pulled his mistress, Brooke, from the flames first. The last thing I heard was my own son screaming, "You're a cripple! You ruined Dad's life!" Why did I sacrifice everything for them, only to be betrayed and left to die? Why did I have to be the broken one, the victim in my own story? Then I woke up. Here. Today. The day it all went wrong. This time, when the phone buzzed, I answered, not to save him, but to save myself./0/82708/coverorgin.jpg?v=85d423139f641ccfe35c74d60ce76f02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of a False Hero
Ethan Miller possessed a secret gift: blood that could heal any wound, reverse any sickness. In a past life, he used it to save Bree Vanderbilt, a beautiful socialite paralyzed from the waist down. The Vanderbilts had promised him immense wealth and marriage, but Bree, fixated on her "hero" boyfriend, Chad Kensington, turned her back on Ethan once healed. When Chad supposedly died searching for a cure, Bree, consumed by twisted grief, forced Ethan to try and revive him, draining him relentlessly. Ethan died right there, exhausted from the futile attempt, unmourned by Bree, who only had eyes for her lost Chad. It was only after his death that the bitter truth emerged: Chad wasn't a hero or a martyr; he was a cheat, murdered by a jealous husband. Ethan had died for nothing, for a woman who mourned a liar and a scoundrel. The betrayal, the pain, the utterly pointless sacrifice-every agonizing detail burned into his soul. Then, with a gasping breath, he woke up, the sterile scent of his family' s hidden clinic sharp in his nostrils. It was the exact day Eleanor Vanderbilt was scheduled to bring her paralyzed daughter, Bree, for his assessment. This time, things would be different./0/83108/coverorgin.jpg?v=f02d01e917db6f396eb247f7d343d342&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years of Lies
Seven years ago, I, Elara Vance, keeper of an ancient family spirit known as The Watcher, saved Marcus Thorne's life. He made a binding promise: betrayal would come at a terrible cost. I believed it was love, a future built on a miraculous second chance. But love turned to ash. Marcus, now a ruthless city mogul, discarded me for a cunning socialite, Seraphina. He publicly shamed my heritage, then, with her connivance, ripped the silver locket - my only control over The Watcher - from my neck. The devastation was swift and brutal. My ancestral home was bulldozed. My beloved Mama Willow, murdered in the process. I was trapped, forced to sacrifice my blood for Seraphina's supposed healing, and then, in a cruel confrontation, Marcus's shove caused me to lose our child. Then Seraphina' s cruel confession shattered everything. She gleefully revealed Marcus faked his near-death seven years ago, a calculated lie to exploit my family' s healing powers. And Mama Willow? She didn' t "fall"; she was pushed, at Marcus' s command. The man I saved, the man I loved, was a monster from the start. In a final act of spite, Seraphina tossed my sacred locket into a roaring fire. As it melted, I felt it: The Watcher, unleashed, roaring free from its chains for the first time in centuries. It chose its target, the one who broke the bonds. And now, they would pay the terrible price./0/84152/coverorgin.jpg?v=5fc1addcbb633c16b1c6dcb5629399fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Life, New Rules
My first life ended with the smell of cheap whiskey, a throbbing leg, and the bitter irony of my ex-wife' s golden boy getting the scholarship that should have been mine. I died alone, broke, and knowing I was a failure in the eyes of my kids and the woman I' d sacrificed everything for. Then, I woke up. The sun was hot on my face, the air thick with popcorn, and I was nineteen again, in my football uniform, standing on the side of the road. It was the homecoming parade, the exact moment my life had been destroyed. I saw Sabrina Johns, the town' s golden girl, laughing on the wobbly float. In my past life, I' d heroically saved her from that collapsing monstrosity, letting it crush my leg and shatter my future. That act of self-sacrifice led to a lifetime of misery, a marriage fueled by her guilt and my ruined dreams. She' d always despised me, painting me as a cripple who trapped her. To my dying breath, I thought saving her was the beginning of our tragic story. I never knew my future was already stolen, my dreams already dead, long before the float ever fell. Did my sacrifice even matter? What twisted game was this? This time, as the float lurched and the giant hornet head tilted, I didn't move forward. I stepped back. I was back, and this time, things would be different./0/80300/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea2f73005496e7a878d75837beca8d01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Pregnancy, My Exodus
I was Chloe, a frontwoman of "Nightingale & Guitarist," a life I’d painstakingly built with Liam, the struggling musician I’d saved. For five years, I was his muse, his partner, his wife, having chosen him over my original, shattered reality. Then, Liam began his affair with Kendra, our ambitious tour assistant. For three unbearable years, I lived a grotesque parody of a marriage, enduring his blatant betrayals, his gaslighting, and Kendra’s open triumph, as if I had somehow deserved this calculated heartbreak. The final, crushing blow came on my birthday, backstage, when Kendra callously announced her pregnancy, a child she claimed was Liam's, right after he'd publicly blamed me for her distress. How could I have given up everything, every piece of my true self, Elara the cellist, only to be reduced to this, a discarded note in their discordant symphony? Why did I allow myself to be consumed by such a bitter, endless performance? But a lifeline appeared: The mysterious Dreamweaver system, which had first sent me to Liam, offered a way to finally go back. To my real life. To myself. For ten days, I methodically dismantled every trace of "Chloe," liquidating all the assets, severing every tie, until my final, quiet disappearance at midnight, as gracefully as a fading echo. Yet, even in my true world, peace was fleeting; Dreamweaver demanded I return, one last time, to quell Liam’s destructive grief, which threatened to unravel the very fabric of his reality. I had to finish what I started, to play the final, unburdened note./0/81066/coverorgin.jpg?v=1cb04c7bc926e98ce9e1f8a76d883e27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Betrayed Fiance To Head Sentinel
For ten years, I, Ethan, covertly drained my own life force, bound by a sacred Legacy Pact to endlessly protect Chloe, my intended fiancée. I even entered a reluctant betrothal with Olivia, all to shield Chloe from the Elders' wrath and her own destructive choices. Then, facing me across the dining room, Chloe announced she was pregnant with Julian' s child. She ordered me to arrange their wedding and then vanish from the estate permanently. She relentlessly forced me to create powerful, life-draining talismans for Julian, leaving me broken, isolated, and barely clinging to life. At her wedding, Julian whispered the ultimate betrayal: Chloe had orchestrated my parents' social ruin, their isolation, and their tragic deaths. The woman I had protected, the woman I had bled for, had meticulously destroyed my family. My heart shattered into a million pieces, fueled by a searing rage. How could someone I loved inflict such monstrous cruelty, meticulously dismantling my life and family? Every sacrifice, every silent suffering, now mocked me with her horrifying truth. After Chloe tasered me for daring to react to Julian's confession, I barely escaped with Olivia' s aid. Now, fully recovered and reborn with my Sentinel powers blazing, I stand as the powerful new Head of the Sentinels. Chloe thinks she won. She' s about to find out the true meaning of a reckoning. This time, I' m not protecting anyone but myself./0/81765/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac3f030eae4b276f7169e9b4d7d2482a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cost of Nine Stars
My entire life revolved around a sacred power that cost me a piece of my soul every time I used it. Nine star-like birthmarks on my forearm, each fading after I resurrected Ethan, the adoptive brother I believed had saved me. I had brought him back from the dead nine times, from drug overdoses to twisted car wrecks, each revival leaving me more hollowed out. But today, standing in a reeking stable, the ultimate degradation struck as Ethan, now a desperate heir, demanded I perform my vanished miracle on a dead racehorse for his crooked deal. My power was long gone, all nine stars extinguished, yet he sneered, refusing to believe me, calling me selfish and an "ungrateful bitch." He had Tiff, his social-media-obsessed girlfriend, publicly "cleanse" me as a cruel mockery of my ancient ritual. Then he tried to drag me towards the dead stallion, ready to force a miracle I couldn't perform, seeing me as nothing but a worthless tool. The endless humiliation, the years of abuse, and the terrifying emptiness inside me became an unbearable weight. How could he be so blind to the fact that I had absolutely nothing left to give? I was a commodity, passed from one gilded cage to another, facing an eternity of exploitation. In a final, desperate act of defiance, to reclaim myself even if it meant death, I bolted from the stable and sprinted headlong into the path of an oncoming car. But instead of oblivion, strong hands pulled me back from the brink, and for the first time in forever, I saw the face that would rewrite my entire past: Julian Thorne./0/22973/coverorgin.jpg?v=a734d8344d3405f3eb278406d178b5b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated by mistake: his reluctant luna
Rosalie Murdoch was devasted when her mate and the Alpha of the pack, Chris Reynolds betrays her taking someone else for his mate. Heartbroken she has a one night stand with the visiting alpha, Alex Greyson. Horrified, by her action, she tries to run away, only to be claimed by Greyson as his mate. But now, Chris her former mate wants her back. Stuck between the two Alpha, and an impending pack war. What would be Rosalie's fate?/0/50929/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d73a553ad49dcb68a6baaba9160d9cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
