Fantasy Books for Women
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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./0/28731/coverorgin.jpg?v=cafedad332189ab41b083664223cdc61&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Enchanted To Meet You
In the parallel world, Princess Kamila faces a tragic fate when Howard Kingdom's royal family, except her, is suddenly killed and thrown out of power. As the only heiress of the kingdom, Kamila is known for her beauty, grace, kindness, and empathy. She agrees to marry someone who she didn't even know, the son of Howard Kingdom's highest General. But the night her parents have murdered changes her story into a tale everyone inside the castle will never forget She took her hatred and wrath with her even in her reincarnated life. But suddenly she was struck by cupid. She was smitten by the man... Her mortal foes' flesh and blood. The killers of her entire family How long will her wounded heart be healed?/1/114928/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d941cb374a4ea6ad68d73d208473862&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divine Contract: Marrying My Phantom Prince
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality. Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison. But the game was far too real. Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice. Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit. Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight. She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home? How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door? Until she looked at her nightstand. Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic. And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar. She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king./0/67215/coverorgin.jpg?v=25ea7b02b9166fca6b8e8ad6d807b3e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha's Shadow
Talon Pack stands at a crossroads. As the young Alpha, Elara is determined to lead her wolves into a new era of strength and unity, but the scars of betrayal and the whispers of doubt threaten to tear her leadership apart. Her father's legacy looms large, and the shadow of his harsh decisions hangs over her every move. When an old enemy, Silas, rises on the borders with a vicious plan to exploit the pack's cracks, Elara knows their survival depends on overcoming the fractures within. But everything changes when Dante returns. Once the Talon Pack's fiercest wolf and Elara's closest ally, Dante was banished for reasons shrouded in secrecy and pain. Now, his reappearance stirs the embers of trust and resentment alike. As the pack wrestles with his presence, Dante's motives remain a mystery. Is he there to help them stand against Silas, or to reclaim the future he believes was stolen from him? As danger closes in, Elara and Dante must confront their shared past and navigate a web of power struggles, forbidden emotions, and unspoken truths. Their bond could be the key to saving the pack-or the spark that ignites its destruction. Will the pack find the strength to survive their enemies, both within and beyond their borders? Or will the shadows of their past consume them?/0/45314/coverorgin.jpg?v=fae837c1c9227ec91a9a1b808e7f1509&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Night Walker's Romance
"Go ahead and poison my soul, I don't mind anymore...all I care about is been with you" ... Bathed through misery and hated by many, especially those he called family. Because of this, he turned into a loner. A lonely loner who sneaks out in the night to see the outside world. He is a Night walker. But eventually everything started to change the day he met her, someone who he is forbidden to be with. Someone who is like a medicine and poison to him. A girl who brought out the Happy soul from him and also the darkness from him. She is like a deadly and lovely trap whom Dario couldn't be able to avoid, despite his so much trials./0/83954/coverorgin.jpg?v=517218d552802198e592d7a9346d4116&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Daughter's Last Stand
The voicemail clicked, just like the ninety-eighth one had. My family was busy celebrating my adopted sister Molly' s "Sweet 19" birthday, completely forgetting my own diagnosis: Acute Myeloid Leukemia, terminal, a week at most. When I tried to quietly arrange my death benefits at Social Security, they stormed in, furious. My father bellowed about me embarrassing them on Molly's birthday, my mother sneered at my "cheap" hospital report, accusing me of faking illness for attention. Then Molly, ever the actress, cried crocodile tears, begging me to stop lying. As blood streamed from my nose onto the floor, I declared to the horrified clerk: "I have no family." Back in the house that was never a home, Molly sweet-talked me into baking her a peanut butter pie for her party – fully aware of her severe peanut allergy that I' d been blamed for years ago. Exposed, she shrieked, faking a fall, and my father's fist found my face, sending me sprawling, blood mixing with old tears. He roared for me to get out, hurling a beer bottle that grazed my temple as I fled. Penniless and bleeding, I collapsed in a grimy motel room, waiting to die alone. Then Molly arrived, dropping her innocent act to gloat. Her chilling confession laid bare years of malicious manipulation – the faked allergy, the bullying, the constant torment designed to make them choose her over me. "You'll die alone," she sneered, kicking me while I was down, "and I'll have everything." She didn't see my old laptop recording her confession, or the email I sent to my family with the subject line: "The Truth."/0/60958/coverorgin.jpg?v=ebad5534a2f6774087816ce8459a88fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Follow Me To The Fire
In the farthest reaches of heaven, there existed a secret faculty for demigods. Children of the four main Hindu gods. These young people underwent mortal training and, upon graduation, became guardian angels. Lethal soldiers who fought demons and protected humans. Kali is a student guardian. She is genius and focused on her career. When a new teacher arrives, she is determined to make him her mentor. Aryan Razam is the new teacher. A legendary master among the guardians - and affectionately nicknamed the "Soul Eater." Dangerous, cold and deadly. Aryan and Kali belong to rival factions. The Shikrams and the Daktis were ancient enemies, and their members cannot even stand to be in the same room. Aryan doesn't want to be Kali's teacher - he wants to destroy her. Both are hate at first sight. However, over time, the spark between them becomes confused and takes on other forms. Hot and dangerous shapes. The professor falls madly in love with her. But Kali knows that staying with him could destroy her life. After all, all the romances between Shikrams and Daktis ended in tragedy. Aryan knew that his attraction to his rival would end badly. But Kali was the fruit of the forbidden tree for him. And to have her, he was willing to risk everything. Between heaven and hell, teacher and student will begin a dangerous game of seduction. A game from which neither of them will probably come out alive./0/20441/coverorgin.jpg?v=691fec56d5e3a56e11a7b13bdd0b0fc6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Matchmaker who can see the red string of fate
Ever since I was a child, I can see strings. Strings that connect us to other people. Strings that reveal what we feel towards others. Strings that can change it's color. From Red to Black. Just like love, that can turn into hatred. From White to Black. Just like friendships, that can turn into betrayal. Alice Jade Martinez is an 18-year-old girl possessing the ability to see the fated strings. Working as a matchmaker, she bonds people to their fated partner. But as nice as it sounds, her gift comes with a curse. She's forbidden to fall in love. If she does, the string's curse will activate and instantly kill that person... She fell in love once. And he died. That's why she swears she'll never fall in love again. A novel with overbearing characters. A series of love stories bonded by the fated string. This is a story about a girl who can't fall in love. And a boy who can't feel anything./0/22944/coverorgin.jpg?v=8783e3f90c8020c7364fa821311ae4de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Spurned And Fated To The Alpha
Scarlett Ryan, a Beta who always dreamt of when her mate would sweep her off her feet; just like the many stories she often heard about how thrilling it often was, she anticipated it. Until she met Kadon Shane, whom she believed was delivered to her by the moon goddess. However, he had a Fiancee, and as if it was not enough, he rejected her not once, not twice. No one told Scarlett about getting a mate with a Fiancee, nor getting rejected! Yet, he did it so easily and made it look like it was a normal thing to do. Alpha Kadon Shane, a sweet and not-so-sweet Alpha of the Moonlight Pack who had many dark secrets. He was ruthless and unforgiving. ★★★ "I hate you, I hate you!" Scarlett screamed, tugging her hair in frustration. Also, she swiped her eyes with the back of her palm, sniffing. "Perhaps you should write a list of things you hate about me because this is the beginning, darling." He smirked. "Why are you so mean to me? Don't you see we are made for each other?!" He shoved her violently as she gripped his hand. "I'll reject you over and over again! Get that straight: I am not f**king into you." She moaned as her head pounded; her heart hurt as well as her body, as it had bruised when he shoved her into the rough wall. She was rejected, yet again, and it hurt as hell. Will she keep on reaching out for a heart that seemed inaccessible only to her, or she will relent and move on with her life even though they were destined?/0/58925/coverorgin.jpg?v=f588bc4fd875198c8b09c694d1ef1fe3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bloodlines of the Shadows
Bring her to me," His baritone voice thundered around the whole forest. They lifted me like I was some piece of trash, I tried to struggle but my effort didn't make any change. "What have I gotten myself into," How can someone as frail as this be the moon goddess we've all been searching for?" I looked over to where the voice came from, "Nahh, this must be a dream, He can't be the one." She is not just a moon goddess, she is also something I cannot define, the power she wields is one of a kind," I heard from the man who claimed to be a sorcerer. Bring her closer," their supposed Alpha demanded and I was dragged forward. She looks familiar.... **** What will Jenna do when she learns the terrible price she must pay to save everyone? Amidst betrayal, heartache, and battles, Jenna faces a devastating choice. Will she sacrifice herself to save the world, or is there another way to stop the shadows before it's too late? What will become her fate as she is already rito sen the strongest paranormals in history?? How will her entanglement with the dragons come about?? How will she survive the turmoil that arises from their emergency?/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./0/86771/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6d243d3142e0b44e0fdc5515ce36c66&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Predictive Text Couldn't Predict Our Love
My world was painted with words nobody else could see, predictive text shimmering over everyone, even future adoptive families. When the chance came to pick a family, the perfect Hendersons offered sunny picnics and acceptance, but the text over Liam Henderson screamed a crimson warning: "AVOID AT ALL COSTS. Heartbreak." Instead, it pointed to Blake Sterling, a boy drowned in the corner, with a soft blue message: "RECOMMENDED. A cold and difficult beginning. This boy is broken, but you are the key to his healing." I chose him, stepping into a life of cold silence, a museum of a house, and a father who disappeared even when he was home. What started as quiet mutual support quickly devolved. Blake's mother's death, a supposed "wellness program," became his obsession, fueling a terrifying need for revenge against the Hendersons and Dr. Evelyn Reed. He was falling apart, spray-painting their mansion, self-destructing. Desperate, I confessed my secret, my ability to see the "text," telling him it warned me about his dangerous path. Then, the true horror unfolded: the 'wellness program' wasn't just for his mother. Blake found a list, and my name was on it. The text I saw, my supposed "gift," wasn't magic-it was a side effect of the same experimental trial that killed his mother. I was a lab rat, just like her. And then, his father-Mr. Sterling-came into focus. Not only had he known the program was dangerous, he' d taken money to keep quiet about the 'wellness program' and its child victims, including me. The connection between Blake and me shattered, a bond born of shared pain now poisoned by his father' s monstrous betrayal. Blake turned on me, his eyes filled with terror, accusing me of being part of the conspiracy, a living symbol of his family's betrayal. I was alone again, more lost than in the orphanage, the text over my head a flat, dead gray: "Connection Severed." But then, a terrifying alert flashed, not for Blake, but for the man who had destroyed us both: "CRITICAL ALERT: STERLING SENIOR. ALCOHOL AND PRESCRIPTION DRUG INTERACTION. LETHAL PROBABILITY: 95%." Our personal tragedy was about to be eclipsed, and I knew-we had to save him./1/115399/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b2b3fdde9f9deadf071d1e6d7d017a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Touch-Starved Alpha Beasts
I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me. Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning. When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl. In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket. Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection." I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts. "In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one." The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts./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?/0/27638/coverorgin.jpg?v=93c48b3584790f932a4956b54f0b154a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Quick Transmigration: The Grim Reaper's Mission
After being imprisoned in the dark tunnel for 500 years. Rose Blair, a grim reaper was sent out on a mission to find the Soul fragment of the lord god, which was scattered in different worlds. But the problem is why does the invincible lord god keep chasing her around, professing his love in every world. First World- You belong to me and no one else Second World- You dare to run away from me! Third world- I will tie you to my side and make sure you never leave But then will every world go without obstacles from those trying their best to stop god from awakening?/1/115869/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a58f2c5f6efc06ac8466e4c73f5478e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Faking Love To Save The General
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer. He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else. When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg. Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death. As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career. I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived. I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance. Then, I opened my eyes. I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self. Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power. I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage. "I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig." I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all./0/82861/coverorgin.jpg?v=92322cc02a94fa6c37d7253fe91f3fa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Son of Whisperwind
Our baby boy was gone, a tiny knitted cap all that remained. Seven months, and we nearly made it. But before I could even properly grieve, my wife, Izzy, obsessed over her ex, Julian. She' d already made the ultimate sacrifice for him: our son, a victim of a desperate, experimental "cure." Julian arrived like a conquering hero, smirking, ready to exploit our ancient, sacred land, Whisperwind Hollow, for his "wellness retreat." My mother, the Keeper of the Hollow, tried to warn them, and for that, she collapsed to Julian's taunts. Izzy, blinded by devotion, dismissed my pleas, then knocked me unconscious when I dared to defend myself. I woke up to hear they'd faked my death. I, the grieving father and son, was now a "dead man," manipulated, then "murdered" again, thrown into the raging river. But the true horror was yet to come: Izzy planned to use our baby' s ashes in a twisted ritual to "cleanse" Julian. The depths of her betrayal, the calculated cruelty, left me numb, then burning with a cold, clear rage. Pulled from the river by those loyal to the Hollow, I finally understood. This land, my heritage, it amplifies what's within. Julian' s darkness would be his undoing, and Izzy's choices, her folly-they brought us here. Now, alive and hidden, I would become what I was always meant to be: the true Keeper, ready to reflect their malice back at them./0/52043/coverorgin.jpg?v=004840abe836c2d926a90586562dcc24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Villaness Rebirth
So this is how my life ends... "Behead her now!" "Such a villainous woman should die!" I can clearly hear the voices of my own friend's and colleague's condemnation in me while I am kneeling to the ground. My body was covered by many bruises and my hands were tied in my back. The glares in their eyes makes me feel that we don't share memories. Is this my karma? I only wanted to be brave, I wanted to be myself. I just don't want somebody to hurt me, why do they hate me so much? "Adelaide Reisel von Lascena" I began to lift my head slowly to see the man who spit my name. "Your execution will begin" he continued I smiled bitterly as I saw the man that I truly love was staring at me in resentment. Prince Alexis, I love him so much that I could do anything to make him mine. But, he's now furious with me and sadly that he's the one who will kill me. I look in my sister's direction and her smirk makes me sick. I'm here at the town's circle as my execution will be held in public. I was accused of harming my sister, Ivellina and ended up being persecuted. The truth is, although we don't have a good relationship with each other, I can't harm my sister. The bell of my execution started to ring and the people started to clatter. I looked back and saw many people want me dead even though I didn't know them and I didn't do anything to them, it's hurting me. My tears started to fall. I don't wanna die... Prince Alexis finally drew his sword. "Any last words?" he said I smiled as my tears we're falling non-stop. "It was sad..." I said in lamentation "My life is sad..." I look in his face but I see no guilt. My sister was smiling now, I bet she's happy because she finally got rid of me. He put up his sword and I began to feel more desperate to live. I don't want to die! I want to have a peaceful life! All of my memories flashed against me and I started to wail. Finally, the bell rang for the third time and my execution began. I suddenly feel numb and all I can see is darkness. In my second life, I wish to be a person that everyone loves. It was so dark and vivid when I finally opened my eyes. I began to wander my eyes in this familiar place. Was it my room? When did I get back? Didn't I already die? "Miss, you're finally awake" A maid confronted me while she was handling a tray with food in her hand. "Lina, why am I in my room?" I asked "Miss had a strong fever and haven't left her room in about 3 days?" he answered "Where's Ivellina? Where's father? Where's everybody?" I asked in confusion "Miss, what are you talking about. Who is Ivellina? Your father was in his office right now" Lina answered Wait, why did my voice suddenly change? Why did Lina not know who is Ivellina? I looked down and I was surprised to see that my body became small like I was just a 12 year old girl. Wait a minute.... "What's the date today?" I hurriedly asked "It's July 13, 980, Miss" she said What... is going on.. I glanced at the window and put a smile on my face. God must've given me this chance to correct my life. This time, I will live in happiness. I will change my fate and avenge my pitiful life./0/21225/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3f25c8afb732804bcc81209701dce9d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
