Fantasy Books for Women
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When Love Dies, Truth Emerges
My body was cold. I knew I was dead, a helpless spirit hovering above my own corpse in a cheap apartment. It was Christmas Eve, a day meant for warmth and family, but I died alone. Three days later, my six-year-old son, Leo, finally stopped thinking I was just sleeping. He called his billionaire father, Ethan Miller, begging for help. Instead of concern, Ethan' s voice was sharp and impatient, cutting through the silence. "What? Why are you calling me? Where's your mother?" He laughed harshly when Leo said I wouldn't wake up. "She's always sleeping. Or complaining. Tell her to stop being so dramatic." Leo pleaded, "No, Daddy, it's different. She's cold." But Ethan, fueled by his mistress Sarah's whispers, twisted his words into an accusation about money and a heating bill. He hung up, demanding I apologize to him myself. My son, heartbroken but determined, remembered Ethan's "magic feather pen" he believed could wake me. He braved the freezing city, walking for hours to his father's mansion, only to see Ethan with Sarah and her daughter, Chloe-a new, perfect family. Sarah, seeing Leo, poured scorn on him, calling me a "pathetic woman" and a "leech." When Leo defended me, calling her a "monster," she shoved him, causing him to hit his head and bleed. Then, she forced him to crawl through a doggy door, humiliating him, recording it on her phone. Ethan, manipulated by Sarah, saw not a hurt child, but a pawn I supposedly sent to make him feel guilty. When Leo stammered, "The pen... the one you use to wake Mommy up," Ethan was confused, but Sarah quickly steered him away, making him believe Leo was trying to steal her phone. Blind with rage, Ethan ripped off Leo's sweater, found nothing, and dragged him outside. "You will kneel there," he snarled, throwing my son into a snowdrift. "You will not get up until you tell me where the phone is and apologize for your lies." The feather pen, Leo' s only hope, was held hostage. My brave boy, shivering and bleeding, silently knelt in the snow as Ethan closed the curtains, returning to his party with Sarah./0/80401/coverorgin.jpg?v=f8ae55a2c32bd10b42806c54933e2a5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Father Drowned Me, Then Left Me to the Pirates Again
My own father, David, drowned me in the cold Caribbean, tying the anchor chain to my ankles himself, his voice devoid of emotion as he declared it was "for Chloe," my adopted sister, blaming me for her demise. But instead of death, I gasped awake, not underwater, but on our luxury yacht, the *Serenity*, hours before the terrifying pirate attack I'd already endured, realizing I was trapped reliving my darkest nightmare. My frantic warnings dismissed, my father abandoned us *again*, taking all able-bodied security and crew for a dolphin chase with Chloe, only to explicitly tell my terrified mother on the phone that I was "shark bait *again*," a chilling confirmation that he remembered my original death and was willing to let it happen once more. The injustice was soul-crushing: while my brother, Mike, bravely sacrificed his arm fighting the invading pirates, even our closest ally, Uncle Ben, initially sided with David and Chloe, believing their manipulative lies about my supposed "jealous drama." However, the grotesque discovery of Mike's severed limb in the open ocean finally shattered Uncle Ben's blind faith, transforming him into an unlikely ally and igniting within me an unyielding resolve to uncover the shocking truth: my "sweet" adopted sister, Chloe, was the actual orchestrator of every horrific betrayal, and I would make sure she paid for every single one of our recurring nightmares./0/21268/coverorgin.jpg?v=99ec231e9e37ca76b0812db1bea57628&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My clumsy assignment
"aaaaah, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM!" I asked still clutching my towel " xup I'm Michael. your guardian angel" the boy says extending his hands to shake " What do you mean my guarding angel? is this a prank or something? cause if it is you've got another thing coming chiko" who the hell is this guy? " it's not a prank dork. i really am your guardian angel " "oh really prove it" ############################### kendra Adams, typical teenager hates school, homework, and half of human population(s). oooh very, very clumsy and has had a series of bad luck almost been killed a bunch of times but she's always wondering how the heck she's still alive Michael the angel in training. after Kendra's guardian has graduated, Michael has Been given a final assignment which is too protect kendra Adams and if he succeeds he becomes a full fledged angel. A little problem. kendra can see him! watch how kendra is able to cope with the witty angel and how Michael actually keep kendra out of harms way. ############################## thanks for at least reading it. please tap the read button you won't be disappointed/0/46298/coverorgin.jpg?v=225142b7b2c3f32ea656493907f5be4c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Highness's little mate
"Who are you? You don't even know me. Why are you helping me?" I asked, and he just went back to his straight, expressionless face. "I'm D..... You are?" he asked, and suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine. It must be because he looked like a cold-hearted person; maybe the chills were coming from him. Or maybe because I couldn't even get past the first letter of his name. Why won't I remember his name? What happened to me? What did my brother do? Why won't I remember the name of my mate?! Mated to the Beta of her pack, Diana struggles with sleepless nights as a Stranger visits her dreams every night showing her proofs that her life in the pack might be a lie and her mate may not be her true mate./0/83061/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ac2f4112f32eb4e6419e4ddcbfd86d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Died Twice: A Reckoning
The scream died in my throat. The phantom pain of my brutal past life, the one where I died in a desolate commune, still clung to me. I shot up in my old teenage room, sunlight streaming in. I was Sarah again, but with the scars of a lifetime of horror etched into my soul. My adopted siblings, Ethan and Chloe, the architects of that horror, were downstairs. My kind, oblivious parents were completely unaware of their true nature. Then, Ethan's whiny voice cut through the morning, demanding a new gaming PC. Chloe, ever the manipulator, chimed in, suggesting a "little run away" plan. Just like they did before. My blood ran cold. In my first life, I was a naive fool, desperate for their approval. I went along with it, leading me straight into an unimaginable hell while Ethan found his abusive "benefactor." I remembered the endless suffering, the betrayal that sealed my fate. How could they be so casually cruel, so destructive? This time, the fear and confusion were gone. They had been replaced by a cold, burning rage. They thought they could play their manipulative games again. But they were wrong. This time, I wasn't running away. This time, things would be different. This time, I was ready./0/75865/coverorgin.jpg?v=f309b58d920440c50eb0a71674e93bd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Courtesan
Courtesan is a dark, emotional story about Harper Walker, a resilient 17-year-old girl sold into a luxurious yet dangerous courtesan house after defying a powerful trafficker named Ross. Disguised as a boy to survive, Harper is forced to navigate a world of power, manipulation, and secrets, where survival means obeying cruel rules-or breaking them./0/11726/coverorgin.jpg?v=ded5f55df1e7cd881541acfa4ea1bb45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Dawn Of Glory
They had her surrender and snarled at her with their sharp, long teeth. She knew she was doomed. She has finally met her end. Even if everybody forgives her and lets her go, Delta Logan wonât support them. He is dangerous. She examined her surroundings, her eyes wondering for a way out. However, it was a dead end. They were in the middle of a jungle. The only thing she could hope for was an unexpected miracle. Delta Logan strides forward, followed by Rebecca, and her witch friend, Rachael, while the rest of the lycans pack moves behind her. Instantly, an idea crept into her head. Rachael is a witch. That means she was not fast like those lycans. âYou can do this,â she assured herself. As Delta Logan dived at her, at the last minute, she stepped aside and the Delta collided with a tree instead. Before any one of them could react, she dived at Rachael, her elbow aiming straight for her teeth. Before Rachael could blink, Joyâs elbow collided with her mouth and the force removed the front teeth in the process. She pushed her out of the way and then grabbed a tree branch she had seen earlier and used the force to propel her body on top of the tree. Joy was sure of one thing, she couldn't outrun Delta Logan and the pack on dry ground. But she could do it on top of trees. Dan had taught her that. He had been training her for a day like this. She swung her body on top of another tree, and then swivelled her body midair, did bar hop skills, and grabbed another branch. She could hear the rustling of leaves behind her which suggested that they were now chasing her. Yet, she did not panic. She has been in this wood many times without number, and she knew her way better than them. After jumping for what seemed like forever, she could see the exit of the woods. It was a few metres ahead of her, and that made her double her effort. She was sure that Dan would be waiting for her at the exit of the woods. She was ten yards away from the exit when Joy felt her body hitting an invisible shield. Without being told, she knew it was Rachael who cast that invisible shield. As she collided with the shield, Joy felt something she hadnât felt before in her entire life. She felt herself getting stronger. It was like the invisible shield had just ignited something in her. However, she ignored it. She came tumbling down, ten feet downward with her head coming first. Seeing this, she closes her eyes and braces herself for the impact. Joy had expected her head to hit the earth. To her surprise, she docked with her feet. She couldnât believe it. She opened her eyes, and they were now red. âImpossible,â Delta Logan and the rest of the lycan pack yelled in shock. âInform Lord Darius that the half-breed is alive." Delta Logan yelled at the pack. Unfortunately, it was too late. Before any one of them could blink, she had already brought down the heads of three lycans. She was faster than anything they had ever seen. Sheâs indeed a ruthless half-breed. They had just brought doom to the middle land. The half-breed is back./0/25962/coverorgin.jpg?v=770beb2747c7bf9e98eb5b6e6842e149&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mind Path Of Zoe
During the period where super humans where the order of the day, a group of people called the Zoes were on the point of extinction. To save themselves, they had to take a gamble with time, which led them to Quill. Brought back to life with the powers the Zoes have bestowed upon him, the future of the Zoes is now in his hands. Will he able to save the very people who gave him a second chance at life or will he perish trying?/0/81028/coverorgin.jpg?v=a98e1150b128a5ce067099021f0d7756&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Guardian Angel's Comeback
My quiet life in the sprawling Hawthorne estate was a secret dedication, for I was their Guardian Angel, my well-being intertwined with their immense fortune. A scholarship student, I focused on my books, a delicate porcelain dove on my desk, a silent reminder of my crucial, hidden role. This peaceful existence shattered when Brooke Ashley, my cousin Ethan's jealous fiancée, burst in, leveling wild accusations of grants "stolen" and spells "whispered." Her rage culminated as she deliberately smashed my heirloom porcelain dove, its sharp fragments gashing my forehead. The attack spiraled into a nightmare: Brooke and her friends disfigured my face with a letter opener, ripped my clothes, and even tried to brand me with a hot lighter, while the family butler betrayed me, diminishing my sacred status to save himself. When Ethan's father, Marcus Sr., arrived, instead of salvation, he saw only scandal, and pressed a thick pillow over my face, attempting to suffocate me. As I struggled for breath, the realization hit me: the very family whose prosperity I safeguarded was willing to commit murder to bury their cruel secret, sacrificing their own destiny just to silence me. How could they, knowing the ancient pact, extinguish the source of their own success with such monstrous indifference? In my final moments of darkness, the door burst open, and my childhood friend, Liam Hawthorne, my true protector, pulled me back from the brink of oblivion, promising a new beginning and a devastating reckoning for those who dared to defy fate./0/85878/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e09144af8f4b840093366d2766365e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Husband's Treachery Unveiled
The bitter wind howled, a physical assault as I clung to the side of the mountain. Every breath burned, a painful reminder of the treacherous climb. Just yards away, my husband, Ethan, knelt beside Sarah, his childhood sweetheart, his voice a low, soothing murmur that reached her but not me. "Ethan!" I screamed, my voice raw and thin, "I' m hurt! My ankleâŠand my stomachâŠ" He turned, his face a mask of irritation, a cold dismissal in his eyes as he snapped, "Stop being so dramatic, Chloe. Sarah is fragile. You' re strong enough." I fell to my knees in the deep snow, the pain in my abdomen intensifying. "Ethan, the baby! Our baby!" I cried out, the words tearing from my throat. He froze for a second, a flicker of something in his eyes before Sarah whimpered, and his expression hardened. He thought I was lying, trying to manipulate him. He pried my numb fingers from his pant leg, his touch rough, then shoved me. My head hit the jagged rock, the world exploding in white-hot pain. My last clear sight was of Ethan scooping Sarah into his arms, turning his back, and walking away, leaving me bleeding and broken in the storm. I tried to call out again, to scream about the ultrasound in my wallet, the one I was going to show him, but he barely paused as Sarah whispered something to him, pointing back at me with a dismissive gesture. He walked on, his pace quickening, a shrinking dark spot in a world of white. That was the moment I knew. I wasn' t just abandoned; I was erased. My body was found, and the truth of my pregnancy was revealed, shattering his meticulously crafted lies. His career, his reputation, everything crumbled. Then, he learned Sarah's vile secret: she had known I was dying and had deliberately made sure I couldn't be found. The monstrous truth ignited a primal rage in him. He found her, his wife's killer, and exacted a brutal, watery vengeance without a single moment of pity. He left her drowned, just as he had left me to freeze. He survived, living with the ghost of his actions until my father, with a quiet, terrifying resolve, finally delivered his own brand of justice. My father trapped him, just like I was, in a concrete pit. I watched, a detached soul, as he descended into the earned darkness, his screams echoing. He would not follow me. Finally, I was free./0/91197/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b6fc1bc0fdadf7569a365852f78f25f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Aric:the warrior of shadow and flame
Born of legends, cursed by destiny. The son of an undefeated warrior and a witch-queen of immense power, who carries the weight of legacy feared by kings and coveted by dark lords. ARIC KAELORIS is destined for greatness. trained in both sword and sorcery by his parents. From them he inherits power beyond reckoning... and a curse of shadow that marks him as both savior and destroyer. When Kaelith, Lord of Shadow, rises to consume the realms, Aric's path becomes one of vengance, loyalty and the battle for his very soul. Aric is thrust into a fellowship of warriors and dreamers bound by fragile hope. With Lyanna, the warrior-princess who sees the man within the monster, Darian, the brother who will not forsake him, Mira the powerful seer, who guides him through prophecy and wisdom. and Elira, a thief whose laughter hides unshakable loyalty. Aric journeys through haunted marshes, shattered kingdoms, and fortresses of ash and bone. But the greatest battle lies within. The Flame and Shadow war inside him. Allies will rise beside him. Enemies will seek to break him. But only Aric can decide wether destiny will forge him into a saviour or destroyer. With all victory leaving scars, each failure pulling him closer to ruin. To defeat Kaelith and his champion, Toren Blackfang, Aric must risk becoming the very thing he dreads most. The war will end in blood and fire. Companions will fall, kingdoms will burn, and Aric will stand at the edge of dawn - forced to choose between love, duty, and exile. Aric: The Warrior of Shadow and Flame is a sweeping epic of sacrifice, love, and destiny. A tale of the hero who could not stay - but who will never be forgotten./0/24555/coverorgin.jpg?v=724832bf2ff104afae78845787864aea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Queen Of Death
"P-please let me go, a-and I'll do a-anything e-even, if n-not saying a w-word about i-it." - Elliot. "Oh...Bunny, Bunny, Bunny. My sweet Bunny. Even if I let you go for now you're still my...prey. My prey. My bunny." - Luna. ~*~*~*~*~ Elliot Amell is a twenty year old new student at the University of Manitoba. He has cancer that he is fighting with and refuses to tell anyone. So, his childhood friend Park Sam only knows about his life threatening condition. With his childhood friend Park Sam; he goes into a new life whilst welcoming new friends and developing for the first time a huge crush on the 'Student Council's President' along the way in his journey of his new prestigious University, but not knowing the fact that his mere presence would be opening the doors to some unexpected and unbelievable yet horror-stricken threats. Later, that sweet boy falls victim to something sinister after witnessing something dark and horrendous, he shouldn't have. Elliot was scared for his life as his cancer was getting worse so, he got assured that he'll die one way or another before even completing his dream University as dreaming for a life ahead of university seemed only a vivid fragment of his imagination. Howbeit, life had other plans for the innocent and saccharine boy. When he finds himself falling in the hands of a brunette girl with prepossessing beauty who has been introduced as the Queen of the whole supernatural world and is after him because they share a very special, and a deep bond of which Elliot finds it difficult to understand. Queen is brutal, ferocious, ruthless and a murderer of innocent people whereas Elliot is a boy who would get easily scared from a bug even. Two very divergent worlds collide so expectedly by fate, but in much unexpected ways. Elliot is a mere human whilst the Queen is an immortal hybrid of werewolf and a vampire, but her powers donât end there because she is far more than a hybrid of vampire, and a werewolf. Thatâs because no one knows that she is the daughter of Satan himself. And on top of thatâŠshe is Elliotâs first big fat crush and was soon to be his girlfriend. Elliot found it difficult to stay around the same girl and proceed with his relationship with her; that girl who kills anyone without even a second thought as he himself is very considerate, caring, loving and sensitive in both right, and wrong ways. However, his heart yearns for the Queen in the way that he feels like heâll end up dying if he ever runs away from her. And she is the one who saved him from his cancer killing him and so, she is the only one who could take his life easily too. Elliot is her only bond mate even when soul-mates donât exist, but his mate was decided from the very start. He has no say in that since he was born to tame the Queenâs dark merciless heart by his fragile, weak and caring heart. Elliot was bound to breakâŠand he did. When everything was falling from the cliff in Elliotâs life; he got exposed to more threats. Threats from which only the Queen could keep him safe. Later, Elliot was exposed to the truth that he was the last and the lost doppelganger to ever exist in the world. He was also the last doppelganger in the line of the doppelgangers which meant that no other doppelganger would come after Elliot; not even of some other person. The elder witches were after the last doppelganger; who was the last one alive and on top of that he was a virgin even after finding his mate so, it made him more vulnerable, and perfect for the sacrifice that those elder witches were keen in doing so. Furthermore, werewolves' leader wanted to mate with the Queen so, he joined hands with the witches in order to take Elliot out of the picture. However, neither the witches nor the werewolves knew who they were fighting with. Thatâs because the Queen was also known as the âmeaning of death.â She was barbarous and diabolical in a lot of ways. Everyone saw her as the hybrid of vampire and a werewolf, but they never were able to find out about her darkest concealed side. That side which made her thirsty for blood. Because whosoever, encountered that side of the Queen; never got to see the next daylight. So, her being the daughter of Satan remained concealed till the very end. After allâŠshe was made the Queen of the whole supernatural world for a reason. The Queen could do anything for Elliot because his innocence gave her warmth and love. Those two thingsâŠshe forgot how they felt./0/39886/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc5732ab6d1cc887b5c05374ec79d1a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Of King Darkness
A wife of King Darkness? a powerful human demon in my past life? My immortal twins? I was reincarnated and forgot everything. I don't care anymore! If my husband doesn't care about me anyway, then I should have remarried the husband of my past life! Regarding if he is a demon or not, a mortal or immortal! That doesn't matter! I made a mistake once, and I will never do it again./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./0/90259/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 familyâs 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 wristâour 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./0/80873/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f1925ed697311e122557218c9d4552b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Puppets of the Pop-ups
My daughter, Jessie, just 22, put down her phone at dinner and dropped a bomb: "I want all my rent money back. Plus interest." I sat there, stunned. But then, above her head, words pulsed in a glowing rectangle only I could see: *"Itâs time. Your boomer parents are exploiting you! Demand financial freedom!â* That night was the start of a nightmare. The pop-ups raged, screaming about my 'theft' and Jessie's 'emotional labor,' twisting her into a demanding, entitled stranger. She threatened court, stole family heirlooms to sell them online, and manipulated her soft-hearted father, David, into handing her cash for 'self-improvement courses' that never existed. He, bless his naive heart, just wanted peace, even as Jessie shredded our family unit. I watched, helpless, as she descended into a greed I barely recognized, fueled by those insidious voices. Was this truly my daughter, or was some digital entity puppeteering her every cruel demand? Why was I the only one who saw the glowing commands pushing her further into depravity? My family was crumbling, my husband enabling, and my daughter turning into a monster, all thanks to these invisible whispers. The final straw came when, driven by those very pop-ups, Jessie destroyed her own life chasing a wealthy, deadbeat fiancĂ©, leaving behind ruin and a neglected baby. That's when David and I decided: weâd stop fighting her battles. Weâd save her son, but the daughter we knew was gone. We had to sever ties, for our own survival./0/27841/coverorgin.jpg?v=931d162d57bed6544837162144d01920&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TAMING THE BEAST IN HIM( đș His Red Phoenix đș )
Axion Rivera who was cursed ever since he was little, lived his whole life, trying to get a cure for himself. Finally after 27 years of searching, it turned out there was hope for him. But only a Red Phoenix is capable of healing him. From the stories he heard, a Phoenix is pure, innocent, kind and down to earth but maybe fate was playing a little chase game with him. Maybe a Phoenix is really pure but not the one capable of healing him. Finally meeting his healer sparked a really deep hatred in his heart for her. Why? He has only but one question; " How can a stripper be his Phoenix? "/0/24869/coverorgin.jpg?v=751b751086320a01378ef993b94323ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My hot non-human prince
"Hey mister!!! Mr gardener!!!" Sarah called at the top of her voice and ran after him. She ran into the bush and he suddenly stopped. She torched him twice He turned around and took a look at her. "You?" "Yes me!!!" She shouted at the top of her voice and breathe in and out heavily. "Are you a bird or something, wow," she sighed and creased her brows. "You killed her right?" "Who?" "Stop acting all innocent Mr gardener!" She snorted and he smirked. Who is he? Who is the strange gardener?? Is he a human? Is he a god? Meet Sahel, he is a prince from the j world. J world stays at the middle of heaven and Earth, rules by an absolute monarch. They aren't devils nor Angels. They retrieves evil spirits and turned them to good. Taking the heart of the wicked souls is their jobs. The evil souls getting reincarnated turning to good souls. There are the most wisest ever lived, the most purest of all and also the most dangerous of all. They are the J Limas. Sarah, an ordinary wanderer. Let's call her a wanderer cause she loves discovering new stuffs. She got interested in Sahel and wanted to know more about him. She went into the dept of both the angels and the demons, till she falls herself into trouble ...../0/50994/coverorgin.jpg?v=354efb71b976c5dcd60616b53337e2ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
