Fantasy Books for Women
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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."/0/82332/coverorgin.jpg?v=91dec06275e4d752f71776bf948b663a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Dead Speak: Sarah's Journal
I hovered, a restless spirit, above the opulent ballroom of the Fairmont Copley Plaza. This grand wedding, shimmering with laughter and clinking champagne flutes, celebrated Ethan Astor and Olivia Miller. It should have been my wedding to Ethan. But I was dead, reduced to a convenient scandal weeks ago, my tragic "overdose" a footnote in their perfect lives. Below, society whispered, calling me "difficult" and "ungrateful," while my adoptive parents, the Millers, who once tossed my few possessions like trash, warmly embraced their "true" daughter. They believed Ethan' s carefully doctored photos and the lies that framed my fall from grace. No one among these glittering guests knew about the Lupus eating me alive, the relentless pain, or the crushing exhaustion that ultimately consumed me. They simply saw Sarah, the troubled heiress, a messy problem conveniently gone. The injustice, the quiet suffering they willfully ignored, burned colder than my ghostly form. Then, during what should have been Ethan' s charming speech, Olivia, the new bride, stood. She held up a small, sleek USB drive, her eyes firm. "I have something to share," she announced, her voice echoing. "A final message. From Sarah." My breath, if I had one, would have hitched. My most private journal, my very words, were about to silence their celebration, with the police already waiting outside./0/71301/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a764d639cb727e530d7049c6fc37c73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashes Of Betrayal
Evelyn Ashford seemed to have it all: a loving family, a promising future and a love that lasted forever. But in one night, it was all torn apart. Framed for treason by the man she loved and the stepmother she trusted, Evie is plunged into darkness, her name unsullied and her soul in tatters. Left to rot in a berserk branch of a Neapolitan prison cell, she curses the world that turned its back on her, swearing vengeance as her life drains from her. But death is not the end. Revived in a forbidden ceremony, Evie wakes with dark powers beyond her control and a heart hardened by betrayal. Along the way, the mysterious sorceress Liora guides her as she embarks on a dangerous path to reclaim her life and kill those who had wronged her. But the more Evie learns, the more she realizes that the line separating justice from vengeance is razor thin and the price of the power she has gained may be her very soul. Friends become foes and foes become friends as Evie navigates the assassin underbelly of a magical world she was never meant to be a part of. But as she gets closer to her revenge, she also risks losing herself in the darkness. In a world where love and betrayal are two sides of a single coin, what will Evie be a savior or a monster? Ashes of Betrayal is a dark fantasy story about love, loss, and a burning desire for revenge. If you enjoyed The Shadows Between Us, The Cruel Prince, Red Queen, then you can't miss this latest from Carla de Guzman, which will leave you breathless to the last page./0/23607/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e5c4ac3b66e89f522eecb9b079eb564&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Personal Mistress
How does one's life perspective change with the death of a parent, especially when a person is from the royal family? Princess of kingdom Caspain, Hazel never suffered any hardships of any kind. She never had her wish rejected by her parents. Yet, kind. But, as soon she was almost an adult, her father forced her to marry for a chance at power, or perhaps he was afraid of someone? But both the King and Queen lost their life to the enemies. Hazel saw sudden behavior change in her surroundings people, which soon turned her life into hell without letting the rest of the world know from marrying the man who was famous for the rumored as heartless and finding the real culprit behind the death of the King and the Queen and motive./0/43074/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cbdcc06db479be08038e42da2014ead&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sanguine Seduction: An Alluring Dance of Mortals and Vampires
The Enigmatic Stranger The evening mist enveloped the ancient town of Ravenbrook, casting an ethereal glow upon the cobblestone streets. Its inhabitants, unaware of the impending darkness that loomed over them, carried on with their mundane lives. Little did they know that their peaceful existence was about to be shattered by the arrival of an enigmatic stranger./1/126782/coverorgin.jpg?v=868a25bd170c3ff2d685592a89ab787e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vengeful Bride And Her Dragon King
As a "Dragonless" noblewoman, I was nothing but a pawn for my family, engaged off to Ethan Sawyer for profit. But my world shattered when I caught him sleeping with my cousin, Cassia, in what was supposed to be our marital bed. They mocked my lack of magic and plotted to steal my dowry, planning to keep me as a helpless decoration while she ruled the manor. I refused to be their victim. At his family's grand charity auction, I threw the ring back and publicly annulled our engagement. His mother, Lady Eleanor, instantly humiliated me in front of the entire high society. "A Dragonless abandoned by her own family. What right do you have to say anything here?" "Without our protection, you'll become a laughingstock for everyone!" When I projected the magical recording of Ethan and Cassia's affair onto the ceiling, exposing their filthy secrets, Ethan went mad. He lunged at me with bloodshot eyes, ready to kill me right then and there. I stood my ground, bracing for the impact, wondering how I would survive this den of vipers alone. But suddenly, a terrifying draconic pressure brought the entire hall to its knees. The famously ruthless Dragon King, Alaric Kensington, stepped in front of me, his icy blue eyes sweeping the room with killing intent. "Who gave you the nerve to touch my person?" Under the shocked gazes of the people who had just mocked me, the Dragon King gently took my hand and announced to the silent hall. "From this day forward, Aurora Nunez will be my consort."/0/48590/coverorgin.jpg?v=826938fa2d6147a359ff89b8580da6c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Magical Bra
When you're ugly, it's hard to find a job. They say they need someone with a pleasing personality. Excuse me? Does my personality look displeasing? Do I look like a kidnapper or a drug dealer? Am I an abortionist? I'm not in a pageant, so don't judge me! If your body doesn't have curves and your chest is flat, you won't make it in the modeling industry. Excuse me! I'm not modeling vital statistics and cleavage, am I? Even in a fast-food chain, they won't accept you if you're ugly. They say customers will lose their appetite looking at your face. I'd even be a mascot, but these idiots are so picky. They say I look more like a mascot than the costume I'd be wearing. You fools! I hope your establishments burn down! If I get rich, I'll shut you down! If you're not born with beauty, you have no chance of meeting, knowing, being friends, textmates, flirting, and becoming the boyfriend of the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines and my schoolmate at the same time. When I approach him, his bodyguard will block me and say, 'Miss, begging is not allowed.' So, I'm not pretty, not rich, and, uh, not well-endowed, but I never beg, okay! Over my dead, no curves and no boobs body. What am I saying? My only concern now is how to find a job as my savings are running out, and I need to pay half of my tuition fees. But no matter where I apply, no one accepts me. They say I'm ugly. I'm not ugly! My face is just not in style. It's like an abstract painting—chaotic but with hidden beauty. I just don't know where it's hidden. But because I'm a very kind person, I met a old woman who became the reason for a change in my life. "I have something for you, dear." "What is it, grandma?" I cringed when I saw her lift her blouse and take off her bra. I envy her. Even at her age, she still flaunts it. "Here." "What will I do with that, grandma? I have plenty of bras at home." "Just wear it!" "No, It's gross. It might have germs or Ebola! And that bra is huge. Are you joking, grandma? You see I've been deprived." "This bra is magical!" "Oh, really?" And it was true! Grandma's bra was indeed magical. It became the reason for me to get a good job and earn a lot of money. As a bonus, I got to meet, be close to, and flirt with the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines! This story is about me, about her, and grandma's magical bra. Grandma's bra isn't gross, okay? It's just truly magical!/0/85253/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e6913be56c827ad5042ccaf34ee3136&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Sacrifice Rekindled
The smell of smoke and burning wood woke me, my heart pounding. It was the same fire, the one that had consumed everything in my first life. But this time, Kaelen was alive, his silver eyes narrowed, not in concern for me, but in a frantic search for Lyra. He accused me of setting the blaze, demanding I save her with my own lifeblood, forcing the agonizing transfusion while she smirked, thriving on my pain and his blind devotion. How could he believe her lies, even as I sacrificed everything, again and again, for the very life he now blamed me for saving? Then, the memory hit me: Kaelen, dying in my past life, his last breath a bitter regret not for Lyra, but for me. This second chance wasn't just about saving him from fire, but from himself, from the painful, world-shattering regret that had haunted his dying eyes./0/81360/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3cc3ea978f239b90b00ff78f69db46e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife: Now Watch the Grove Roar
My family has always been the quiet guardians of the Beaumont fortune, bound by an ancient Life-Pact to the sacred Redwood trees on their vast estate. My own life force, and the prosperity of the Beaumonts, was intrinsically linked to the magnificent Patriarch tree and the ancestral Heartwood Amulet I wore. Then, Evelyn arrived. My husband, Arthur Beaumont, was instantly ensnared by his childhood sweetheart' s supposed terminal illness. A "specialist" doctor declared her only hope lay in draining the life from our sacred Patriarch or my very own amulet. Arthur, the man who once pledged eternal devotion beneath the ancient Redwoods, looked at me, not at Evelyn, and demanded I hand over the necklace or allow him to harm our holy tree. He didn't wait for my consent. He ripped the Heartwood Amulet from my neck, then smashed it against the Patriarch' s ancient roots, shattering both my legacy and my soul. A searing agony ripped through me, and I watched in horror as my hair faded to grey and my body withered, each cut branch of the sacred tree echoing in my bones. He dismissed my anguish as "theatrics," blinded by Evelyn's manipulative lies, even forcing me to witness the sacred desecration. The betrayal wasn't just physical pain; it was a profound spiritual severing, a dismissal of everything I was and everything our pact represented. How could he exchange our true, ancient bond for a baseless lie and a con artist's whim? He accused me of selfishness, of hoarding the forest's magic, claiming Evelyn' s life mattered more than generations of sacred duty. The Beaumonts had taken our protection for granted, but now they were actively destroying it all. A chilling certainty formed through my suffering: this desecration would not end well for them. Too weak to fight, I declared the Life-Pact broken, nurturing a single, tiny seedling from the Patriarch' s line as my last act. My physical form died, but my spirit transcended, merging with the Redwood forest itself. I became its eternal consciousness, a silent guardian over all Redwoods, watching as the land, no longer protected by our ancient magic, began to reclaim what was truly its own, ensuring the Beaumonts faced the full, brutal consequences of their sacrilege./1/108614/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbfc7ef673a3ff81b1313d428c0287ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Curse of the dragon flames
BLURB; They told her she was born to die. They told him he was born to kill. They were both wrong. Hazel was the perfect sacrifice: poor, powerless, and prepared for the dragon's flame. Prince Dravon was the perfect executioner: ruthless, royal, and bound by duty. Their first glance which was a magnetic attraction changed everything. Now, running from a kingdom that wants her blood and a brother who wants his throne, they uncover a horrific secret. The ritual is a key to unlock something ancient vorthar an ancient dragon God. The curse is a cage. And Hazel's rare bloodline containing the blood line of three realms makes her the most dangerous creature in the world the target of a priestess who wants eternal power and a dragon-god who dreams of eternal fire and freedom to rule the whole world. To save their worlds, Hazel and Dravon must burn the old lies to the ground and forge a new legend from the ashes./0/42751/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8115447cd37bc7b985af2b534f09cd1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fantasy: Lucid City
What do you do when you are suddenly told that the fate of the world rests on your shoulders What happens when you are tasked to achieve something that is basically impossible Made into a disciple by what is probably the strongest being in existence, tasked to watch over all and ensure the survival of your kind Join Lucid and his Family as they try to change and at the same time, save the world, all from the sidelines./1/119321/coverorgin.jpg?v=f16382e4f7dbc8bddcb5ff13eca3d3ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marked by the Monsters I Created
Maya Cross woke up in a nightmare-trapped in the body of a sadistic villain who'd tortured five powerful beastmen into submission. Good news? She finally had the power to break their bonds and set them free. Bad news? They were stranded on a dying ship surrounded by Zerg swarms, with zero rescue coming. The first was Caleb, a snake beastman whose red eyes burned with pure hatred. Every time he looked at her, she saw the memory of chains and venom extraction. The second was Finn, an aquatic beastman whose scales she'd ripped off one by one. He could barely stand to be in the same room without his hands shaking with rage. The third was Sage, a griffin beastman she'd tormented so badly he barely went a day without fresh wounds. The fourth was Hunter, a lion beastman she'd mocked relentlessly, calling his beast form hideous and grotesque. The fifth was Jasper, a fox beastman whose face she'd scarred so badly he'd lost his consortium inheritance. "Protect me until I find my father," Maya told them, drawing her own blood, "and I'll give you what you need to break our bond." Caleb laughed bitterly. "Since when do you make deals instead of demands?" "Since we're all dead if we don't work together." But when survival depends on trust, can a torturer become a savior-or will her victims choose revenge over rescue?/0/50538/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e750d9335c342ac5baa30b0289a8d6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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5 Princes and I
"You, my dear, will be going to help us to decide that. You will pick a king." "Say what now?" "I'm not going to repeat it since I know that you have heard me." "Fine! You want me to decide?! Nate!" I pointed to prince Nathaniel if I remember correctly. He was slightly taken aback and a confused expression was replaced. "Do you want to be a king?" "I...uh...Yes?" He said. Unsure of his answer. It made me wonder if the expression on my face had forced him to say yes. "Good. Then you'll be the king. "What!? But that's not how you decide it!" PRINCE Ace said. "Fine! You're all kings. In fact, we ALL can be kings!!" **** She's Rosalie Amber Stan. A simple teenage girl, who made a wish to have a more adventurous life, was a victim of abduction by the Fae queen to a different realm. She was brought to a castle with 5 supernatural princes, who are fighting for the throne. The queen gave her a task to be the one to choose the future heir to their kingdom. Little did she know that the queen only wanted one thing from her and the princes: Romance. Between a sparkly wizard, a rude obnoxious elf, a flirty vampire, and a couple of twin trouble-making wolf princes; Is there really a right choice? And why is there a wolf spirit, who suddenly awakened upon sensing her arrival, kept stalking her? A romantic-comedy in 'another world' with a quirky-temperamental female heroine learning the culture of this new fantasy world./0/27827/coverorgin.jpg?v=6675bc04448e08ea2c4196b9ee1cb414&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Deathly Vengeance
They met, he courted her, he treated her right, like she was some sort of precious gem. They got married. They were happy But.. They weren't happy for the same reason. He was happy because He could finally get his ultimate... REVENGE !!! What revenge did he want? What happened for him to want revenge?/0/72601/coverorgin.jpg?v=826938fa2d6147a359ff89b8580da6c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love we lost
She met him when she least expected during a time when her only focus was to get into college. It was an instant connection. Although it was silence at first but it grew into something more. Late night drives and stolen kisses but love was never enough. She has a past she struggles to let go of, an ex who lingers around her. She makes a mistake and cheats. He walks away and she has no choice but to let it happen knowing she has no one to blame but herself. Should she reach out and risk been rejected? or should she finally accept that some love stories do not get a second chance. Find out in this exciting book./1/127433/coverorgin.jpg?v=c697fa4c5055e86b4de741b6c2094bf8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Exile: The Dragonless Queen
I was reincarnated into a brutal world ruled by dragons as a "Dragonless" outcast, only to finally reunite with my biological noble family. But the very day I was brought home, my family was framed for treason and sentenced to a lethal exile in the frozen north. The fake daughter who stole my life for seventeen years mocked us, abandoning our name to join the enemies who orchestrated our downfall. During the brutal death march, I relied on my secret spatial storage and modern medical knowledge to keep my family alive. I cured my father's rotting whip wounds, protected my brother from sadistic guards, and finally secured a warm meal and a moment of peace for our exhausted camp. We thought we had survived the worst of the royal purge. But just as we let our guard down, my father, brother, and all the men in our bloodline suddenly collapsed, violently choking on black blood and foaming at the mouth. I was completely stunned. The lethal nerve toxin wasn't in the main cooking pot that the women and children ate from. It was slipped directly into the men's individual bowls. The poison didn't come from the cruel guards or the royal inquisitors. It came from someone sitting right beside our own campfire. There is a traitor hiding among my closest family members, and I swear I will drag them out of the shadows./0/21663/coverorgin.jpg?v=39fd8df4452ff863f1702eb07c57d1c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Am Sold As The Crown Prince Marionette
In her previous life, Everon Monique was just a simple girl living her life as a carefree teenager. She's contented to live her normal and lonesome life on her own. Not until a very sudden accident triggered her. She died at the age of 18 and was reincarnated as the baby girl of a grand Duke! And she never expect to be conscious about her past life. As she grew and relieving her new life, she witnessed how strange her new world is. In her new world, man is more powerful and more puissant and well more treated than them. Girls are being sold as slaves at the age of 18 to every noble man and will feel the brutalize life she could never imagined before. And when she turned 18, the time she's always been terrified of came. She was sold to become the Crown Prince Marionette. Will she ever survived at the hands of her diabolic master?/0/57028/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec45ffcff5dea1ec9e1d89a001609cda&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The billionaire's coalition
Getting married to the love of your life is everyone's dream. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Drea Miles was in love with someone who didn't know she exist. But she was alright with it cause deep inside she had accepted he would never be hers. But when her father forces her into a marriage in order to save his company, never in a million years did Andrea think she would get married to Sorin Zaveri , the billionaire and the love of her life. But there was a big problem, he was already in love with someone else. Will being with the love of his life pose a threat to their marriage or will he be willing to love Andrea as much as she loves him./1/115754/coverorgin.jpg?v=7cc10fc417a13719db53c5240c267504&imageMogr2/format/webp)
