Fantasy Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Mermaid He Sold Away
I was Lot 734. A living, breathing mermaid, displayed in a massive tank, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. In the front row, watching it all, was Dr. Aris Thorne, the man who had promised me forever on a hidden beach, the man I had loved with my whole being. His colleagues had surrounded my secret cove with nets the day after he discovered my tail; he stood by, silently allowing my capture. He called me a "scientific anomaly," a "new species," transforming me from his beloved Lyra into a specimen for his research facility, where I was poked, prodded, and drained. His fiancée, Isabelle, delighted in tormenting me, kicking away my food, tapping on my tank, her laughter echoing his betrayal as he stood by, silent and complicit. I tried to tell him that she had sabotaged my tank, almost suffocating me, but he simply believed her tears over my frantic gasps. When he ripped my precious scales from my bleeding palm, claiming it was to "prevent contamination," I knew the man I loved was truly gone. My pain was just data points on his tablet as he watched Isabelle douse me in burning sterilization agents. He then sedated me, turning me into a docile object for auction, a car ready to be sold. I tried to fight back, unleashing a burst of raw power, shattering Isabelle's glass. He reacted by electrocuting me, then draining my tank, letting me suffocate on the dry concrete. Loathing in his eyes, he hissed, "If you try anything like that again, I will make sure you arrive at your new owner's home in pieces." Then, through my pain, a sharp voice cut through the haze: "Let's see the merchandise." The buyer's representative dismissed my "damaged" scales, demanding one more spectacle: "He wants to see her cry pearls. Make it happen." My last flicker of hope died when Aris, his voice flat, agreed./0/89972/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c599fe2082ce1d729dad4066939d69f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Me Alejó, Ahora Me Está Cazando
I was reborn on the day of my fifty-sixth public confession to my guardian, Charlotte Mayo. In my past life, my obsession had destroyed her, leading to a miserable marriage and her death while saving me. This time, I vowed to fix it. To push her toward the man she truly loved, I called Howard Franklin to the scene. But the moment he arrived, a heavy stage light crashed to the floor between them. Howard immediately screamed that I had tried to kill him. Charlotte, the woman I died for, believed him instantly. Back at the house, he served me soup laced with peanuts, knowing I have a deathly allergy. As my throat seized up, he "accidentally" knocked the EpiPen from my grasp and convinced Charlotte I was having a violent episode. She watched me suffocate, her face filled with disgust. "Take him to the cold storage room in the basement," she ordered security. "Let him cool off." The woman who once rushed me to the ER for this exact allergy now saw me as a monster. As they dragged me away, I looked back one last time. Over Charlotte's shoulder, Howard was looking directly at me. He was smiling. I finally understood. My obsession wasn't the only poison in our lives. He was. And this time, I wouldn't be saving her from myself. I would be saving her from him./0/82835/coverorgin.jpg?v=bdd88b65eb6c131a2dc2d69817df075d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Father's Vengeance: For Rosie's Voice
Elias Thorne, a Harmony Keeper, sacrificed seven years to shield his wife Izzy from a deadly family curse, binding him to a loveless New Orleans marriage. His profound baritone, meant for healing, now merely scored Izzy' s decadent affairs, a bitter backdrop to her ungrateful life. His only solace was their six-year-old daughter, Rosie, whose pure voice brought him quiet joy. But Julian Vance, Izzy' s obsessive jazz musician lover, craved an "ultimate essence" for his saxophone. With a dark sorceress's aid, they targeted Rosie's angelic voice. Unthinkable cruelty followed: they cut into Rosie for the "core" of her singing. Rosie died days later from infection, a child sacrificed for Julian's "art." That evening, Izzy callously celebrated Julian' s minor award, dismissing Rosie' s death as a "small sacrifice." The horror deepened when Elias discovered they had stolen Rosie' s body for a grotesque ritual, binding her spirit to Julian's instrument. When he intervened, Izzy ordered his guards to strip him and force him barefoot across razor-sharp oyster shells. As the shells tore into his feet, Elias felt his seven-year sacrifice shatter. The protective shield he' d maintained around Izzy, guarding her from the family curse, violently disintegrated. This monstrous, unbelievable betrayal-his wife celebrating while their daughter' s body was desecrated-left him reeling. How could the woman he saved be utterly devoid of humanity? In that raw moment, the chilling truth dawned: the curse he confined was finally unleashed. Just as Izzy' s guards closed in, help arrived from his Appalachian family. Armed with his sacred fiddle and renewed power, Elias now unleashes a righteous fury, not just for Rosie, but to bring true harmony to a world consumed by discord. The consequences for Julian, Mireille, and Izzy will be absolute./0/79915/coverorgin.jpg?v=8da4efef361e8827ce0611760265e16d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ABANDONED
Sophia, a beautiful girl is abandoned by her parents because of her new nature. She is taken to the orphanage. Sophia meets a girl named Chloe who also has her kind of nature. Sophia and Chloe became best friends. They both go hunting down people to their satisfaction. The two girls are sent out of the orphanage because of this and began hunting people in the street. Chloe dies and Sophia mourns.. What will happen to Sophia?/0/85432/coverorgin.jpg?v=5af327a7c2b3c53a82fbbe69aa2f2211&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruel Love: The Feather's Betrayal
For twenty years, I was the heart of Havenwood, the boy with the miraculous feather that brought life to barren fields and healed the sick. My gift built their prosperity; I gave them everything, believing I was blessed to serve my people. Then, the blight came, stubborn and unyielding, and suddenly, their gratitude turned to fury. They labeled me a monster, accused me of hoarding power, and the same faces I' d known since childhood, led by Mr. Gable, dragged me through the streets and into a jail cell. "You will remember me," I told their hateful faces as Sheriff Davis drove me away; a warning they met with mocking laughter. Just when despair was setting in, Julian Croft, a wealthy man whose racehorse I once saved, bailed me out, but his intent was not kindness. He wanted to buy my power, to turn my gift into a tool for his luxury resort, demanding I make his barren mountainside a paradise. "No," I defied him, a new strength burning in me as he sneered, "I' m not your tool." For my rebellion, his men brutalized me, leaving me battered and broken, but not defeated. I limped back to Havenwood, seeking refuge, only to be met with accusations that the blight had worsened because of my absence, and a demand for a million dollars in damages. "You owe us!" they screamed, their greed consuming them as they blamed me for their own suffering. In a horrifying climax, Mr. Gable, believing my feather was a "plug" holding back power, ripped it from my neck with rusty sheep shears, convinced it would unleash my full gift upon them. The pain was excruciating, a tearing agony, but as the feather crumbled to dust, something new awakened within me. A power, untamed and mine alone, surged through my veins, washing away my wounds, leaving me stronger than ever before. I turned my back on their horrified faces, leaving Havenwood to its self-made curse, knowing their prosperity would wither without me. I rebuilt my life far away, prospering in a bustling city, while Havenwood succumbed to the very blight they blamed me for, ravaged by unnaturally aggressive insects and rats. Their desperation grew, and the very people who had once praised me, then condemned me, then brutalized me, finally realized the truth: their savior was gone, and their damnation was their own doing. Mr. Gable' s family died horrifically, his wife driven mad, and an ill-fated "purifier" brought even more devastation, leading to the unthinkable death of every child in Havenwood. The town, now a biohazard, vanished from the map, its few survivors scattered and insane, while Julian Croft, too, met a swift, unceremonious end. I was finally free, building my own life on my own terms, leaving the ghosts of Havenwood behind, a testament to the price of betrayal and unbridled greed./0/79917/coverorgin.jpg?v=826938fa2d6147a359ff89b8580da6c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha CEO'S Cursed Bride
She was born with magic forbidden by the realm-hidden, hunted, and betrayed. He was a ruthless CEO by day, and a cursed Alpha by night-dominant, dangerous, and cold. When their fates collide under a blood moon contract, passion ignites-but so does war. Can love survive between a witch bound by prophecy and an Alpha built to destroy her?/0/19894/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3b1a180f81aa10783ff9dd08cf14c20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Zodiac High
Nikita Avia lives with her parents, not until they decided to transfer her to a school where his brother was studying. She thought that this school was normal, not until extraordinary things started to happen, that will lead her to meet a group of students that was set apart because of their ability and innate power./1/123069/coverorgin.jpg?v=2268ba20b405a3f3fbe22760889515b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Asteria The seven Relics
A kingdom united by marriage. A princess silenced by betrayal. A destiny that refuses to die. For twenty-two years, Princess Ariana of Elaria has lived for one purpose: her marriage to Crown Prince Lucien of Vareth. Their union is meant to end generations of bloodshed between rival kingdoms and bind four realms in fragile peace. But on her wedding day, Ariana never speaks her vows. Poisoned at the altar, she dies before the eyes of two kingdoms. That should have been the end. Instead, Ariana wakes in the body of Lady Selene Ashcroft - the infamous "villainess" of Vareth's court. Feared, disgraced, and hated by Lucien himself, Selene is everything Ariana was taught to despise. Now Ariana is trapped behind the eyes of the woman history calls a monster. To survive, she must play Selene's part while hiding the truth: the princess lives. But the court is a maze of masks. Old allies flinch at her name. The man she was meant to marry would sooner see her hanged than heard. And someone powerful wants to ensure Ariana stays dead. As she pieces together Selene's secrets, Ariana uncovers threads of a deeper conspiracy - one tied to an ancient prophecy, relics buried by time, and a shadow order that has been rewriting history from the darkness. The poisoning was only the beginning. Who wanted the princess dead... and why? With enemies closing in and the four kingdoms teetering on war, Ariana must decide who to trust when every smile hides a dagger. Was Selene truly the villainess the stories claim, or another victim of the same plot? And can Ariana reclaim her name without destroying the peace she was raised to protect? Loyalty shatters. Truth bleeds. And beneath it all, a destiny stirs - one not written in royal decrees, but in blood and moonlight. Because some destinies are written in blood. Others are written beneath the moon./0/23788/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbaba3cad9988a050211b97d5d3f69cd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling From Your Sky
Cerise is a daughter of a famous businessman, moved to the city to pursue her dreams and follow her father's footsteps. What she doesn't expect however is becoming a supernatural Queen and getting involved with two men who want two different things. The world changes and now everything is in her hands./0/30277/coverorgin.jpg?v=b28c6a5b7c4bb16f201b17374a5c72e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hawthorne Heights
Set in an alternate Regency Era world. Emily Blakewell becomes the new governess of John and Mildred, children of Douglas and Dolores Mortimer of Middleton Valley. When Emily's arrival sparks a celebration through a party with the Mortimers' wealthy neighbors she is introduced to one Nicholas Sutcliffe, a mysterious stranger who arrived in Middleton Valley months ago and is currently boarding in Hawthorne Heights. Brash and the opposite of Emily. Weeks pass by when the Valley is struck by tragedy, and suspicion of Nicholas Sutcliffe grows but Emily isn't quite sure, and when she decides to help Sutcliffe, will she be able to save an innocent man from the gallows? Or will she have made the biggest mistake of her life?/0/83487/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dc344ae561cf70a81d63866da7a3ebe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The 21st Birthday Loop
For sixteen years, I was a phantom in the Miller house, my entire existence centered on raising Caleb. My destiny was sealed: on his 21st birthday, I was to become his wife, a debt my family couldn't pay. In my first agonizing life, that wedding day led to a decade of imprisonment in their dark basement, then a horrific sale to the depraved Scrap Yard Joe, who brutally murdered me and my two young daughters. But then, a miracle: I jolted awake, it was Caleb' s 21st birthday party again. I was back. This time, I vowed to escape, coldly telling Caleb the "deal was off." His fury, fueled by his new girlfriend Chloe, erupted. They dragged me to their root cellar, where Chloe actively tried to crush me with cinder blocks. Escaping a terrifying encounter with Scrap Yard Joe, Chloe's eerie accomplice from my past, I returned to the party only to be publicly framed. A panicked confrontation led to the tragic, accidental death of Caleb' s mother-a death later revealed to be orchestrated by Chloe' s slow poison. I was beaten, battered, and finally, locked in the basement again as Chloe set it on fire, intending to burn me alive. Lying amidst the flames, every fiber of my being screamed. Why had my attempt at freedom only resulted in such a brutal, fiery trap? Was this wretched family, and the ghosts of my past, truly inescapable? Yet, fate had a cruel twist. I miraculously survived, forcing Caleb to believe me dead, consumed by guilt. He began a meticulous, horrifying revenge on Chloe, mirroring the torment I endured. Then, in the climax of his depravity, just as he raised a hunting knife over Chloe' s pregnant belly, a scarred, living ghost walked into the room: Me. And his world shattered./0/27033/coverorgin.jpg?v=401540d313443252e2cd76e4d5a9e335&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Please! I Want To Have Fun!
Belle Stefano, a transmigrator who comes from another world. She woke up one day on a different body. She lives her life leisurely not until she finds out that she’s inside the comic that she’s read and that she is the antagonist who will meet her end tragically by the male lead. Luke Andres Hendrick is cold and heartless. He doesn’t care about the people around him except when she finds Georjia Norjia and falls in love with her at first sight. Belle did her best to not get in the way of the male and female lead of the comic book but she slowly falls in love with the male lead. Will she confess her love for him or she will run away without telling the male lead how she feels?/0/84785/coverorgin.jpg?v=610e614df031ea555b563c4a6b19aa32&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Art of Starting Over
At eighty, I lay dying in a sterile hospital room, a life I felt was utterly wasted flashing before my eyes. My wife of sixty years, Olivia Hayes, sat beside me, her stoic composure a familiar mask. Then, her whispered confession shattered everything: "Tell Daniel… I've always loved him." Daniel, her colleague from decades ago. Sixty years of quiet resentment, of being a placeholder, a fool. Rage burned in my dying body-a useless, consuming fire. Then, darkness. Light. Soft blankets. My young mother' s beaming face. It was 1987. I was a baby again, but the memories of my eighty-year life, and Olivia's betrayal, were searing. "Mom," I squeaked, my infant voice unwavering, "I won't marry Olivia Hayes." Years later, at eighteen, the name Olivia was a constant dread. Our families had an arranged engagement, a relic I had accepted in my past life. This time, it was a prison sentence. I saw her with Daniel Lee at the community center, laughing the unguarded laugh I rarely saw in our marriage, her caring gestures confirming the truth. She approached me, that familiar stoic calm in place, perhaps to touch my arm. I stepped back, a deliberate movement. "Are you avoiding me?" she asked, her tone flat. I met her gaze directly. "We should keep our distance, Olivia. It's better for everyone." I walked away. My past life, a suffocating nightmare. This life would be different. This life was for me. I would be free./0/63047/coverorgin.jpg?v=f601f2f73d16e1bfc9ea11c17155c6e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CRIMSON SECRET
Detective Nancy Drew is no stranger to the darkest corners of New Orleans, but when a series of brutal murders shakes the city, she finds herself chasing a killer unlike any she's ever encountered. The victims are drained of blood, their bodies marked by strange wounds that defy explanation. As Nancy dives deeper into the investigation, she's led to a mysterious man named Lucien-an enigmatic figure who claims to know the truth behind the killings. Lucien reveals a terrifying secret: the killer is not human. A rogue vampire is on the loose, preying on the city's unsuspecting inhabitants. Faced with a world she never believed in, Nancy must join forces with Lucien, a vampire bound by his own code of honor, to hunt down the creature before more lives are lost. But as she delves into the hidden world of the undead, Nancy discovers that the line between predator and protector is dangerously thin. With her heart-and her life-on the line, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she trust Lucien, or is she falling into the arms of the very monster she's sworn to stop? In a city where blood runs thick and secrets run deep, Nancy Drew must unravel the mystery before the darkness consumes her./0/42607/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd25d5e8dcce17b0346809d1821f79d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Metanoia
"Metanoia" is an enthralling journey of survival, change, and re-discovery set in a time when conscious monkeys hold dominion and humans are yet to exist. Elijah, a lone survivor of a post-apocalyptic world, is unexpectedly thrust millions of years back into the past. Under the reluctant mentorship of the wise monkey Vula, Elijah begins to adapt to this new reality, wrestling with the revelation of his lineage tracing back to these primates and grappling with his rapidly shifting identity. His transformation is interrupted when he and six other chosen ones are presented with an unprecedented challenge. The universe's designer has set a difficult test known as The Creator's Challenge, which promises the resurrection of humanity. The challenge? To earn the right for humans to walk the planet once again. The seven chosen ones' ability to respect nature, work in symbiosis with it, and maintain balance depends on each test and trial they face. Dive into "Metanoia" to follow Elijah and his companions as they navigate the complex labyrinth of survival, morality, and self-awareness, where the stakes are the future of humanity itself./0/80892/coverorgin.jpg?v=1eef78444270d864707991ee9c261146&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Chances, Mr. Thorne
My world shattered when Julian Thorne repaid my ultimate sacrifice with cold betrayal. For nine agonizing times, I, Elara, a Life Weaver, poured my very essence into saving him from death, only for him to credit his scheming lover, Cassie Dane. After my ninth, desperate act of healing, he heartlessly ripped my family's sacred amulet from my neck, leaving me to die, forgotten. But fate, it seemed, had other plans, and I found myself gasping alive in my remote Ozarks cabin for a second chance. When Julian’s deadly illness re-emerged, and his desperate family came knocking, I calmly delivered my firm "No," refusing to become his victim a tenth time. Yet, Julian, now deeply ensnared by Cassie, wouldn't accept my refusal, escalating his malice beyond measure. He married Cassie, then, with savage glee, knowingly drove his ATV through my vital medicinal garden, shattering my rare healing plants. His malevolence reached its horrific peak when he commanded his guards to systematically destroy my hands, the very conduits of my healing power, then pinned my hand to the porch with a hunting knife while Cassie livestreamed my screaming agony. How could the man I sacrificially loved become such a monster, so blind to truth, so twisted by a toxic parasite he called love, that he would try to utterly obliterate my very essence? Just as he raised the knife again to disfigure my face, the very earth rebelled. An ancient chandelier, a symbol of his family’s past, crashed from the ceiling directly onto him, a swift and brutal karmic judgment that finally, truly, set me free./1/129235/coverorgin.jpg?v=4414ced52ab1dc070597c731860a9294&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Disabled Husband
For five years, I poured my blood and sweat into restoring ancient manuscripts to save my fiancé Chalmers's family business from bankruptcy. But on the morning of our wedding, he abandoned me at the altar. He rushed off to comfort his childhood friend, Edla, who claimed to have a catastrophic injury. Under local guild laws, if I wasn't legally married by sunset, Chalmers's family would seize the proprietary rights to every single manuscript I had restored. When I went home to pack my things, Edla showed up leaning on Chalmers, wearing bandages stained with fake bakery dye and a luxury sweater that still had the anti-theft tag attached. She cried theatrical tears, begging me not to punish Chalmers. Instead of seeing her obvious lies, Chalmers called me a heartless, spiteful statue. He demanded I apologize, arrogantly offering a cheap steak dinner as compensation for my ruined wedding. He sneered that no man in town would ever marry a penniless orphan like me, and I would be begging on his doorstep by the end of the week. I looked at the man I had supported through 47 of Edla's orchestrated emergencies, feeling utterly disgusted by his endless manipulation and greed. Did he really think my dignity and my life's work were worth so little? I threw his cheap engagement ring directly into the greasy trash can. Then, I walked straight into the municipal registry hall and proposed to Everette Holmes—a paralyzed, debt-ridden outcast who radiated an unnerving, freezing aura. This time, I would rather tie my fate to a dangerous stranger than let Chalmers own my future./0/18598/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7e12513216b51591aabe74b68328647&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Game
Small children especially girls are getting kidnapped at the night time who don't have a family or abandoned on the street. It used to be one or two members per three to four months but recently from the past six months that number is getting doubled in the city. So naturally this situation got attracted by the police who started the investigation on this matter to know the reason of how kids were missing without anyone's knowledge. ----- Advika Laghari is the CEO of the Laghari Group which she inherited from her mother who passed away in her childhood. She is known as the strict CEO of her company because she doesn't even blink an eye while firing the employees who make excuses or mistakes about work. She needs everything to be perfect and on time at any cost that many of her employees fear to face her wrath. She is cold hearted, egoistic, self centered, stubborn, fiercy and selfish boss no one has seen until now. Hredhaan Grover is the CEO of the Grover Industries. Even being the smaller brother of the house, he became the CEO of the company because his elder brother was not interested in the company, but rumors are that he is a lot better than his elder brother in handling the company. He is also a secret undercover investigator but not many of them know it. He is happily married to Ananya and has a loving daughter who he likes to spoil a lot. He is known as jovial, friendly, soft natured, but at the same time strict, perfectionist, and ready to jump for help kind of natured. So, how do their paths collide with each other where there is a lot of difference between their attitude and thinking that they can't even stand each other for a second. Will they become the enemies in an instant or become friends? And what does all those kidnappings mean and who is doing it or who is behind it? Get into the book and read further to know the answers to all these questions./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./0/64021/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a22c640a50e6bd56c57085fc7e8a6ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
