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Fantasy Books for Women

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BOUND BY VENGEANCE

BOUND BY VENGEANCE

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their lives. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother, and till he finds the killer of his brother, he'd forever be bounded with the curse. He's avoided like a plaque, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He's a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard, the only child who was born under three red stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He's soulless. Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings,, located in the deep fogs of mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a Superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules, a Whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly, she's not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her, and that built a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape from him and his tortures? Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up?
My Sister's Last Letter

My Sister's Last Letter

My eyes snapped open, a raw scream tearing from my throat. It wasn't a dream; it was the horrifying reality I'd already lived: Emily's agonizing death. But now, miraculously, I was back. Back to that very morning, with one mission: stop the tragedy fueled by a letter. Emily's letter, meant as a desperate survival guide for us in her absence, was turning into a death warrant in the wrong hands. I knew its true, terrifying purpose, and I desperately tried to intercept it before my family could find it. But fate, it seemed, had other, crueler plans. My brother-in-law, Mark, found it first. Then my fiancé, David. And finally, my own younger brother, Kevin. Ignorant to Emily's true meaning, they twisted her protective warning into a terrifying prophecy of doom, unleashing their worst fears. Driven by pure panic and overwhelming selfishness, they actively sabotaged Emily. Mark publicly exposed her top-secret mission, David leaked her operational area to the dark web, and Kevin, my own brother, became their accomplice. They repeatedly betrayed me, physically assaulted me, and even bound me, watching as Emily was caught in their self-made trap while I was powerless. My heart shattered into a million pieces, consumed by a searing rage and agonizing despair. How could the people I loved become the greatest threat to my sister's life and my own sanity? But then, through a horrifying live video of Emily captured, I heard her speak. Her seemingly nonsensical words were a secret code, a childhood encryption only I understood. A final, desperate plea from a sister against all odds. I deciphered her hidden message, pinpointed her location, and alerted a retired FBI Director. Emily was rescued, but the unimaginable cost of her family's betrayal came due. Those who acted out of fear and selfishness now face federal charges, consequences for their reckless actions. Justice, tempered by the bitter taste of shattered trust, finally arrived.
The Unloved Bride: Her Heart's Legacy

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.