Fantasy Books for Women
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THE OCEANS GOLD
Once upon a time, there lived a very beautiful mermaid under the ocean. She was named as the Ocean's Gold in their kingdom because of her hair and tail shining, shimmering with gold. She has the sweetest voice that make everyone fall in love with her every time she opened her mouth and started singing. She has the ability to change her tail into a human's legs when she's on land and turns into a mermaid underwater. What happened when a man who is walking by the seashore accidentally heard her golden voice and fell in love with her the moment he heard it. Meet Jeon Wonwoo, he always wanted to become a singer but because of his dominant father, he became an actor. He was taking a vacation in their rest house near the beach when he accidentally heard a voice that made him fall in love with the owner. But what if he finds out that a beautiful mermaid owns it? Will he be able to love her even though she's different or he will use her for his own interest?/0/82795/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d5476b1edc5e7ec056290d9fecc4ef3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Securing The Heir: A Wife's Triumph
The stick showed two pink lines. I was pregnant. My husband Julian, future titan of the Hawthorne empire, would be ecstatic for his heir. But holding that test, my heart froze, a chill seeping bone-deep, because I knew this was the start of the end for me in my last life. The memories burned with terrifying clarity: Julian' s affections turning, my cousin Seraphina' s poisonous whispers, her "wellness guru" act used to weaken me. They convinced Julian I was unstable, unfit, then orchestrated my "accident"-a brutal fall down the grand staircase that cost me everything. My child, born too soon, struggled pointlessly for life. As I bled out, left for dead, I heard Seraphina' s soft, triumphant laugh and Julian' s cold, unfeeling dismissal. My own powerful family, the Hawthornes, simply watched, deeming my branch easily discarded. The complete betrayal, the raw injustice of losing both my life and my baby' s, was a torment that eclipsed death itself. But then, I gasped. Clutching the cold porcelain counter, I realized I was back. Reborn. On this exact day, in this sterile bathroom. It wasn't a dream; it was a horrifying second chance. This time, my child would live, and every single soul who wronged us would pay. My naive love was gone, replaced by a mind honed sharp by death. I knew their weaknesses, their desires. I would play the doting, clueless wife they expected, but beneath the surface, I would be the puppeteer, painstakingly orchestrating their downfall. The game was on./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?/0/85716/coverorgin.jpg?v=843bb6a4cf28aeae41f47786c2e589d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unloved Bride: Her Heart's Legacy
I' ve been dead for three years. From the quiet place I existed, I watched my family's tech company crumble, my father's health fail, and my mother turn into a ghost of her former self. My beautiful sister, Brittany, had five fiancés, each dying before their wedding day, a tragedy the papers called a curse. Desperate, my father hired Madame Zelda, a spiritual medium, to banish the "restless spirit" causing their misery. She walked in, took one look, and declared, "The problem isn' t a curse on this house. It' s a spirit. Your youngest daughter, Chloe." My mother' s reaction chilled me to my core: "That little brat. Even dead she' s causing trouble! Always bringing us misery! She was a jinx from the day she was born!" That night, I watched her drag every last one of my belongings into the backyard and set them ablaze. If I could go back, she screamed, she' d make sure I never saw the light of day. I always knew no one loved me, but I never understood why. They were so worried about ghosts, yet the real monsters lived right there, down the hall. When Miller Innovations finally collapsed, my father' s heart gave out again. More desperate, they called Madame Zelda, begging her to banish me for good. "The energy is not coming from your current home. It' s stronger elsewhere. The old family estate. The place she was last seen. That is the source." My mother, frantic, shouted, "We have to dig her up! We have to burn her bones!" Brittany, ever the angel, rushed to comfort her, "Poor Chloe… she must be in so much pain to lash out like this. We have to help her find peace." But I saw the cold, calculating satisfaction flash in her eyes. They were coming for me, convinced they were victims fighting a monster. At the estate, as my father and uncles dug into the earth, Brittany sobbed, "I was the one who convinced her to come here that day. She said she wanted to bury a time capsule." A phantom pain hit me. I wasn' t excited; I was terrified. Their shovels struck something hard-a small, cheap wooden box. Not a coffin, just a crate. They pried it open, expecting bones. But the coffin was empty. Panic erupted. My aunt shrieked, "The demon has taken her body!" Madame Zelda picked up a mud-caked digital photo frame from the bottom of the box. "The spirit is not in the ground. It is in the truth." She powered it on. The screen flickered to life, showing me as a happy child, then as a teenager, full of trust, thanking Brittany. Brittany collapsed, sobbing, "I just wanted her to be happy!" My parents comforted her, then looked at the empty coffin and the frame with renewed anger. They still thought I was mocking them. But I saw Brittany' s eyes turn cold and hard. Her grief was a performance./0/44511/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eva And Her Beta Mate
After her mother dies in a tragic accident, Eva Smith is forced to travel halfway across the world to live with the father she has not seen in ten years, along with his new family. Eva has one year left of school before she can move back to her hometown. But things soon spiral out of control when her stepmother shows her true colours and the people at her new school are acting strange. Can Eva make sense of her new life and will she ever get to the bottom of the family secret that has been hidden from her?/0/90259/coverorgin.jpg?v=b07b778d100ac5c8cc8a3afc20f33671&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Socialite and the Scavenger
I was once a New York socialite. Now, I was a ghost eating garbage from a dumpster behind the building that still bore my family’s name. Then I heard his voice. Brigham. My former lover, my step-brother, the man I had come back for. He was on the phone with Eve, the woman who had stolen my life, my family, and my face. He saw me, a disfigured heap of rags, and his face filled with disgust. He told his assistant to give me money and "get this filth off company property." For a fleeting moment, he saw the infinity tattoo on my wrist—our secret promise of forever. He even whispered my name, "Eloise?" But then he shook his head, dismissing the impossible. He turned his back on me, walking away without a second glance. That final rejection broke the last piece of my soul. I walked to the Brooklyn Bridge and let go. Just as my body hit the cold water, a doctor was on the phone with Brigham, his voice trembling with the results of a new DNA test. The original test, the one that had destroyed my life, was a fake. I was the true heiress all along./0/19854/coverorgin.jpg?v=c335e08deaf6725dd333484db33dd8f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil Wore A Brown Suit
Perdition and her brother are the children of Lucifer and Venus. They are born with an obligation to oversee Eden. However, their parents have no intention of allowing that to happen. The siblings are hidden in the underworld but lead completely different existences in that world, all the while believing their mother had perished. When a priest finds his way into the underworld, he sets into motion events that change everything. Perdition's brother escapes the underworld, leaving Perdition in a hell of of her own and seeks out his mother on the topside. Perdition eventually escapes and the ultimate journey begins./0/80527/coverorgin.jpg?v=d41587977ed6891d980343d0474fc096&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Reclaimed: A Guardian's Reckoning
My 40th birthday party shimmered with the illusion of my perfect life: a tech mogul husband I'd bankrolled, two bright kids, and a brownstone nestled in Boston's elite Beacon Hill, proof of the American dream I'd painstakingly built. I had poured my entire inheritance and every family connection into Ethan, transforming him from a struggling nobody into a powerful industry darling. But the champagne he handed me, meant to toast four decades of life, instead delivered a searing, agonizing pain, the very taste of betrayal meant to end it. Through blurring eyes, I watched in horror as he stared dispassionately, his mistress Chloe smirking beside him, and heard my own children coldly echo their chilling words, condemning me as "embarrassing" as darkness consumed everything. My world dissolved not just into black, but into the hollow echo of a life stolen by the very hands I trusted most. How could the family I cherished, the man I sacrificed everything for, orchestrate such a calculated demise, reducing me to nothing but an obstacle in their path? The unbearable burn of the poison paled in comparison to the scorching agony of their heartless betrayal. Then, light, and the familiar scent of old books in my ancestral home. My great-uncle Finn offered me a choice: a quiet life, or the sacred, ancient power of an Oath Guardian. In my last life, I chose peace for Ethan; this time, reborn with a terrifying clarity, I chose power and vengeance, accepting the trials that would transform me into Liam, ready to exact a cold, precise retribution./0/24722/coverorgin.jpg?v=57c79d71348779d80be216e972bcd6d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to a jinn
A paranormal story about dark Jinns and mermaids, these creatures were enemies after the bloody wars of their forefathers. They are unknown to the human world, there were tales about mermaids but not about Jinns. Jinns are unknown and no living human knows about them. The fourth war led to the loss of lives of these creatures in their world, they had to migrate to the human world since they can be recognized as humans. Now, the Jinns are mermaids who are still in the human world but pretend to be commoners, magicians, businessmen, or women. Ava Lina, an orphan mermaid lives on the surface-human world with her brother Lucas Lina. Lucas gets sick which cannot be cured in the human world, but he can't go back to the ocean because mermaids are hunted or sacrificed to gain more power by the Jinns. Ava seeks help from a dark Jinn in disguise as a magician. What happens when the dark Jinn requests for her hand in marriage to his son, Donald Don who is waiting in the alter for his runaway bride？ What happens when she spends a night with Dyrus, Donald Don's twin brother at her unexpected wedding？ What happens when she finds her soon-to-be brother-in-law, Dyrus charming and irresistible？ Will the dark Jinn sacrifice Ava for her innocence to become the supreme leader of the Jinns？/0/80852/coverorgin.jpg?v=74055f9977eb480303a7d29bcfed4d31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sister's Last Gift
As a successful surgeon, I, Michael, dedicated my life to my chosen sister, Chloe, whose critical lung condition required a transplant. My biological sister, Sarah, however, remained nothing but a painful, inconvenient burden, ignored and resented for years. Terminally ill and near death, Sarah made a final, desperate call from her hospital bed, her voice weak as she tried to say goodbye. My only response? A chilling, impatient "If you're not dead, stop bothering me!" before I hung up. I dismissed every subsequent plea from her university, every warning about her rapidly deteriorating health, convinced she was just a "drama queen" faking for attention. Even when her name appeared on the critical admissions list at the very hospital where Chloe was scheduled for her life-saving surgery, I coldly scoffed, "She's doing this to ruin my day." How could I, a healer, allow such a festering hatred to consume me, built on a lie I blindly believed for years? The sheer, crushing weight of Sarah's silent suffering and my monstrous indifference hangs over me, a chilling testament to my unforgivable cruelty. But then, the unimaginable truth was slammed into my reality: the anonymous donor who saved Chloe's life was none other than Sarah. In a single, devastating moment, her ultimate sacrifice exposed the agonizing depths of my abandonment, shattering my carefully constructed world and setting me on a course of inescapable, public ruin./0/72741/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e7d835eb751b9a2db00ad5e1ef1d0d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Friendship Diaries
My Friendship Diaries" is a poignant and uplifting tale that explores the complexities of female relationships, the power of friendship, and the journey of self-discovery. With its authentic and relatable characters, this story delves into the joys and challenges of forming and maintaining meaningful connections with others. Through Eva's diary entries, the reader is invited to reflect on the importance of empathy, kindness, and staying true to oneself in the face of life's challenges./0/83448/coverorgin.jpg?v=e7682609714fbada01194cc2b6569a2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Justice for the Vance Heiress
I woke up on my wedding day, the morning sun streaming into my opulent Charleston bedroom. But the taste of asphalt and blood was still in my mouth, memories of screeching tires and a crushing impact vivid in my mind. My stepfather' s perfect plan: a staged hit-and-run, his neat solution to inherit my mother' s fortune. Because I had died. Now I was back, alive, staring at the date-my wedding day, the day he had me killed. A wave of phantom pain, of broken bones and crushed hope, washed over me. Then I saw her: my stepsister, Brielle, in my custom wedding dress, admiring herself in the mirror. The sight was a physical blow, a reminder of the humiliation and betrayal I endured in my first life as they drugged me and locked me away. He walked in, Senator Richard Thorne, playing the concerned father, but his eyes were cold and full of the disappointment I' d known my whole life. He gaslighted me, painting me as hysterical, just as he did before, controlling everything. "Your mother is gone," he hissed, "And I control you. Don\'t you ever forget that." I was trapped, again, the crushing weight of powerlessness threatening to suffocate me. Rage, so profound it burned, replaced the despair. Why did I have to relive this nightmare, this perfect setup for my destruction? But something was different this time. The naive girl died on that dark road; I was what was left. If he wanted to control the Vance family, there would be no Vance family left to control, not the way he expected. I found my mother' s hidden failsafe: an encrypted flash drive, her "in case of Richard" file. It held years of meticulous corruption, a dossier so damning it would send him to federal prison for life. With a grim smile and a single click of the send button, I launched the nuclear option, sending it to the FBI, SEC, and every major news outlet. The game had changed, and they didn' t even know they were playing./0/90262/coverorgin.jpg?v=19a3e5d1c3269c0e2966ff1e1d445cfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ashes: A Second Chance
I had loved my fiancé, Dominic Watts, since we were children. Our marriage was supposed to be the perfect seal on a merger between our two family empires. In my last life, he stood outside my burning art studio with my stepsister, Julia, and watched me die. I screamed for him, the smoke choking me, my skin searing from the heat. "Dominic, please! Help me!" Julia clung to his arm, her face a picture of false terror. "It's too dangerous! You'll get hurt! We have to go!" And he listened. He looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with a pity that cut deeper than any flame, and then he turned and ran, leaving me to burn. Until I died, I didn't understand. The boy who promised to always protect me had just watched me burn to death. My unconditional love was the price I paid so he could be with my sister. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom. In one hour, I was due at the family board meeting. This time, I walked straight to the head of the table and said, "I am breaking the engagement."/0/84422/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a8a91dd68c80e3a32458169a02daee7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not This Time, Scammer
My engagement party was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. My fiancé, Ethan, announced he had a $100,000 down payment for our dream house, all real cash. Then, his mother dramatically collapsed, feigning a heart attack, and Ethan immediately demanded my $50,000 paramedic bonus for her emergency surgery. But I knew this wasn't real. I'd lived this day before. Last time, I believed him, handed over my money, and watched as his elaborate scam unfolded. They framed my father with fake texts demanding more money, stressing him into a fatal heart attack. I lost everything-my father, my reputation, battled crushing debt, and in my despair, ended my own life. But by some miracle, I woke up, back in my bed, just before the party. I had a second chance. This time, I wouldn' t be the naive victim. As Ethan pleaded, a perfect picture of terror for the crowd, I just looked him dead in the eye and said, "No." Forget the money. I had a camera phone, a past life's bitter knowledge, and a plan to expose every single one of their lies, save my dad, and utterly destroy them./0/83125/coverorgin.jpg?v=73dd97f84a6e64b498e66ada07691d6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Billionaire's Shadow
The air in the small living room was thick, heavy, mirroring the cold dread gripping my stomach. My father, Richard, cleared his throat, his eyes avoiding mine, avoiding my mother' s. "Emily, the papers are signed," he said, his voice flat. "It's done." He then looked at me and my younger sister, Jessica. "Girls, you need to decide. Who you want to live with." I was Sarah, and this was my second chance, my second life. The memories of the first one were branded into me. Jessica, beside me, shifted, her eyes holding a greedy flicker I recognized from before-she remembered a life she called poor, a life she hated. "I choose Dad," Jessica said, her voice far too quick, too eager. "Victoria will be pleased," Richard affirmed, a thin smile on his face. Victoria Sterling. The tech billionaire, my future stepmother, her name a scar. In my first life, she had chosen me. I remembered the endless lessons, the cold praise, the constant pressure to be perfect. She broke me down, piece by piece, until Jessica, twisted by Victoria' s influence, ended my life. No. Not again. My father urged me to be "sensible," to consider the "opportunities" Victoria offered. Jessica scoffed, "You're an idiot, Sarah. You want to stay in this dump? With her?" She chose the fire, thinking it was gold, unaware of the torment that awaited her. But I knew the price. I looked at my mother, her eyes full of pain, but also a quiet strength I hadn't truly seen before. This time, I would protect her. I would protect myself. "I choose Mom," I declared, my voice clear and firm, irrevocably altering the script of my reborn life./0/75014/coverorgin.jpg?v=66a806823d631cb17ec7ed8cd820b935&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Angel Hunters: Tale of Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches
Every 500 years, an angel is born on earth to protect mortals from dangerous supernatural creatures… Asteria woke up with her memories wiped away in a parallel world where she’s all alone. After a few months, more people get trapped with her and they all try to unravel the mysteries of this world while trying to survive its dangers. They later on got involved with a group of werewolf, vampire, and witch on a desperate mission to find and protect the sixth angel from other supernatural creatures trying to harm her. She finds a deep connection with Xavier Rockwell, a thousand years old, son of the fourth angel and the strongest vampire to ever exist. Though he was portrayed as the villain by Asteria’s gang, which she also considers as her family, she finds his darkness alluring and she’s confused as to how someone so evil shows kindness only to her. She knows it’s wrong, but she wanted to be close to him. As she enters the sinister world of supernatural creatures fighting over power, she also uncovers a secret that will change her life forever./0/68527/coverorgin.jpg?v=243f4978bd57eca76d971df541339569&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wing's of Desire
BLURB. In a gripping tale of secrets and revelations, Sarah struggles to conceal the truth behind her daughter Rose's mysterious birth. But some secrets have a way of surfacing, and when the truth finally breaks free, it threatens to upend their lives in unimaginable ways. Just when the stakes couldn't get higher, Ethan unexpectedly crosses paths with Rose, igniting a whirlwind of emotions and buried histories. Will the past haunt them, or will they rise from their grief to forge an unbreakable bond? Dive into this enthralling story, packed with unexpected twists and heart-stopping moments, where love and fate collide !/0/80532/coverorgin.jpg?v=af1762b4f8beba9a9e021b9bad2623ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Six Months Pregnant: My Fiancé Buried Me
Six months pregnant, my heart swelled with love and dreams for the future. Jack, the ambitious game developer, was my world, and our baby, a girl, was going to complete our picture-perfect life. I poured everything into supporting him, my art echoing the passion in his studio plans. But then a phone call changed everything. Sophia, a ghost from Jack’s past, painted a venomous lie on the tiny phone screen, accusing me of sabotaging her stream, fueled by 'jealousy'. Jack, my Jack, turned on me instantly, his eyes colder than the Chicago wind outside our window. ‘This is your fault, Emily,’ he hissed, his voice a stranger’s. He advanced, seizing my arm, his grip bruising despite my swollen belly. Dragged to the musty spare room, I saw the old steamer trunk, a dark, heavy relic. ‘You’re going to feel what she felt,’ he snarled, forcing me inside. I pleaded for our baby, for our love, as he folded my limbs into the impossibly small space. The lid slammed down, and the metallic click of a padlock sealed my fate, extinguishing light and air. I died there, suffocating, my last thought of our child, our innocent daughter. He didn’t come back, even as my body decomposed within inches of his everyday life. Instead, Sophia moved in, wearing my robes, rearranging my life, celebrating her triumph on our sofa. My existence, erased; my memory, maliciously rewritten. How could the man I built a life with, the man who put a ring on my finger, leave me to rot, just a few feet from where he slept? But death was not an end, merely a new beginning for my silent wrath. My spirit lingered, an unseen tormentor in the home where I died. I would whisper in his dreams, shatter his carefully constructed lies, and guide new eyes to the darkness he hid. Jack and Sophia thought they could bury me, but they would soon discover that some truths refuse to stay buried. Justice would come, even if I had to orchestrate it from the other side./0/85399/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb7aa3f6f6797bd0290924e8fa84d0ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
