Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Wolf King's Life As An Olympian
Sure! Here’s the translation: --- I am a wolf from the north, but unexpectedly, I became a bench player who didn't make it to the Olympics. "They're crawling, why are they so slow?" Audience: "Did he install a motor? This speed is insane!" National sprint team coach: "Switch events, he's a good prospect!" After being eliminated, everyone was waiting for me to voluntarily leave the team. But in a friendly match, when I got on as a substitute, I ran like the wind and scored wildly. From then on, I soared to new heights and was promoted to team captain. Until the off-season when I was dragged into a reality show. Netizens: "Help! Please blur his voice and face, and his abs!" "Get away, hubby! I want to have your baby!" I retweeted and tagged the new TV queen, "Sorry, in our wolf clan, we practice lifelong monogamy." --- Let me know if you need anything else!/0/84897/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205500&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sweet Revenge: An Heiress's Reckoning
My name is Gabrielle Fuller, and I died today. It wasn't an accident, or a tragic twist of fate. It was a cold-blooded murder, staged to look like a suicide by the two people I trusted most: my fiancé, Caleb, and the girl I called my little sister, Molly. The same Molly who "saved" me from a mugging just a week ago, charming her way into my life, setting the stage for their systematic destruction of everything I held dear. When I woke up this morning, gasping for breath in my Pacific Heights condo, the vivid memory of their hands on me, the icy shock of betrayal, was so visceral it made me sick. The date on my phone confirmed it: I was back. Back to the very day they started picking apart my life, piece by sickening piece. The girl who' d spent her first life unknowingly thanking her killers, showering them with gifts, had been a fool. But this time, when my phone buzzed with Molly' s syrupy voice, my veins ran with ice, not naivety. They thought they' d won. They thought I was a puppet. They had no idea I already held the strings./0/82707/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201021&imageMogr2/format/webp)
We Ate Our Daughter
Thanksgiving. The smell of roast turkey usually fills me with warmth, but not this year. My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, wasn't at the table. She was supposedly at my sister-in-law Jess' s mother' s house for a spontaneous sleepover with Jess' s son, Kyle - a plan that immediately set my maternal alarms ringing. My husband, Mark, dismissed my concerns, utterly captivated by the pumpkin pie Jess brought. My unease festered, especially after Mark' s tender whisper in his sleep: "Jess… oh, Jess…" The affair was real. Days blurred into anxious searching and growing fear, until a casual phone call Mark took on our landline - a line we barely used anymore - jolted me. He scoffed, "Telemarketers. Trying to sell cemetery plots by saying our kid' s ashes are lost. Sickos." "Ashes." The word hit me like a physical blow. My mother' s intuition roared. I sped to the only crematorium in town. There, I learned the horrifying truth: Lily was brought in by Jess, already dead, cremated. All that remained was her friendship bracelet, a tiny testament to a life brutally cut short. The shock gave way to pure, unadulterated horror when Detective Reynolds came. Brenda, Jess's mother, had confessed. Lily' s ashes were mixed into the Thanksgiving pumpkin pie. We had eaten our daughter. The police, swayed by Mark who called my pleas a "domestic dispute," provided no immediate help, deepening my furious despair. But this unspeakable act ignited a fire within me. Justice, if not served by the law, would be found. I would unravel every thread of Jess' s monstrous plot, including the fate of her son, Kyle. This was no longer just about grief; it was about a mother' s relentless pursuit of truth and vengeance, no matter the cost, to expose the pure evil that had consumed my family./0/81612/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2e68a9401bce47286b7e4dc3ec8ac7c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Queen Bee's Fall
The drone of Mr. Davies' voice, the familiar hum of my junior year English class, felt strangely distant. Once, my life was a clear path: top student, Yale-bound, my future set. My mother, Dr. Emily Miller, a respected psychometrician for the College Board, a source of pride. But that perfect future shattered. Tiff Reynolds, the school' s queen bee, twisted my academic talents and my mother' s connection into a weapon. Jealous of my success, she spread a monstrous lie: I was the mastermind of a cheating ring, funneling actual test questions from my mom. The investigation hit like a Category 5 hurricane. My Yale admission, rescinded. My mother, suspended, her brilliant career in ruins. And Dad… Dad, hounded by shame and stress, passed away. The weight of their blame, the utter desolation, crushed me. I tried to end it all, escaping into a cold abyss. Why? Why did Tiff' s greed and lies destroy everything I loved, everything I was? The injustice was a searing, raw wound. There was no relief, no way out of that suffocating despair, only the consuming question of how my innocent actions could lead to such a catastrophic fall. Then, the world snapped back. Heart hammering, I was sitting in class again, the date September 14th. It was real. A second chance. My hands clenched under the desk. This time, I wouldn' t just survive. This time, they would pay./1/115246/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260716123311&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dumped the Alpha, Mated to the Lycan
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved. In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom. When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas. Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate. Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength. The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love./0/40782/coverorgin.jpg?v=994b05ce83ed3305bc272c9ab2d37bf2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fatal Attraction: Falling In Love With The Target
Men were always falling into my trap. Before the age of twenty-six, I was known as the greatest con artist in the game. I didn't have a heart. Anytime I was done with a man, I walked away without any sentiments. My eyes were always on the goal-to get as much money from these assholes. I was a huntress who had no pity for my prey. All was well until I came across a man named Dylan Hewitt. He destroyed my track record. He was the most thrilling prey I had ever come across. My tricks didn't work on him. Dylan didn't fall for me as quickly as the other men did. It wasn't until I decided to give up that he finally showed his true colors. He was actually good at hiding his feelings. One thing led to another and I soon lost control. Dylan changed me!/0/80517/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193704&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Apologies: The Hollywood Takeover
I’d just returned to LA after 18 months off-grid, ready for a well-deserved break from humanitarian law. My younger brother, Leo, a rising actor, needed a favor: appear on a cheesy reality show. I envisioned a relaxing week at a ranch, a simple family obligation. I was entirely mistaken. I quickly discovered Leo wasn't just having career trouble; he was "Hollywood’s Prettiest Prop," drowning in online hate. His self-worth was shattered by relentless "talentless" accusations. Then I met Chad, the actor who publicly claimed Leo "stole" his role, and his sneering sister Brittany. They wasted no time insulting my brother, questioning our family's very "gene pool" for the cameras. Every show interaction fueled their narrative: Leo as the fraud, me as the "entitled" sister. I faced public ridicule for daring to push back. Then came the real threat: Marcus Thorne, a powerful executive, publicly hinted at activating a "morals clause" against Leo. My brother's agent confirmed the studio was ready to discard him due to "negative publicity." Leo, utterly defeated, begged me, "Maybe I should just… apologize." Apologize? For exposing a rigged system? For defending my brother against an organized smear campaign orchestrated by industry sharks? My kind, vulnerable brother was about to be sacrificed for entertainment ratings and Hollywood politics. This wasn’t just Leo’s career; it was about justice in an industry built on lies. Watching his fear, I knew one thing. No. "No apologies," I firmly told him. "Not now. Not ever for this." I fired up his dormant Twitch channel. It was time to fight back, not with their manufactured drama, but with cold, hard facts. I was about to detonate a nuclear bomb on Hollywood. They didn't just pick a fight with Leo. They picked a fight with a Hayes./1/106642/coverorgin.jpg?v=928be03422423212ac6c185b0274b727&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: The Revenge She Deserves
The rain was a solid sheet of gray as the black SUV rammed into my car, sending me spiraling over the guardrail. As the glass shattered and the world turned upside down, a searing pain ripped through my chest before everything went cold and dark. I didn’t stay in the darkness. My spirit hovered ten feet in the air, watching the steam hiss from my mangled sedan. I followed the magnetic pull of my soul back to my family estate, expecting to find them devastated. Instead, I found my stepmother, Florene, and my sister, Kassidy, pouring vintage champagne and laughing in the drawing room. "To the end of the nuisance," Florene said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "The trust fund unlocks at midnight. We're finally rich." The betrayal cut deeper than the metal that killed me, but the real shock came at my funeral. Hiram Tyson—the cold, masked husband I’d spent three years fearing—collapsed over my closed casket. He unbuckled his silver mask, revealing a face ruined by scars, and sobbed a name I hadn't heard since childhood. "I'm sorry, Angel. I thought keeping you at arm's length would keep the darkness away." He wasn't the monster I thought he was. He was the boy I had saved at the orphanage years ago, and he had been protecting me in silence while my own family plotted my murder. I reached out to touch him, but the world exploded into a blinding white light. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a casket. I was back in our bedroom, feeling the heavy weight of Hiram’s arm across my waist. The calendar on the nightstand read September 14, 2023—exactly one year before the crash. I looked at the silver mask resting on the table and felt a cold, hard determination settle in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I was going to be the villain in their story and burn their world to the ground./1/100541/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef90ba3a9c2cf8b1ff40ab4adbd40db5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Architect Who Rose Anew
A magazine cover celebrated me as "The Architect Who Built an Empire." It was supposed to be a triumph for me and my husband, Axel. Instead, it was the beginning of our end. His adoration turned to ice overnight. He demanded I hand over my life's work-my museum project-to Bryn, a young intern he had suddenly taken under his wing. He stole my project, publicly shamed me, and threatened to destroy my career. He sided with her lies, even as I lay bleeding on the floor of a gala while he chose to save her from a falling chandelier. The final blow came when I miscarried our child. He dragged me from my hospital bed, accused me of faking it for sympathy, and abandoned me in a cold, derelict warehouse. This was the man who once swore he'd always champion my dreams. He had become a monster, and I was left with nothing but the ashes of the life we built. But as I fled the city with nothing but a single bag, a new resolve hardened within me. They thought they had broken me. They had no idea what they had just unleashed./1/110553/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2df3001400f560b655bbe604315f560&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Begs Now, But I've Become The Prize He Couldn't Afford To Lose
Three years into her marriage, Corinne believed she and Ryland fit each other perfectly-at least in the bedroom. Then the woman he had loved since high school returned from overseas, and Corinne finally saw the truth: his body had been with her, but his heart had never been. Instead of begging for scraps, she asked for a divorce and walked away with pride. Everyone waited for her to fall. Instead, her career soared, powerful men sought her out, admirers crowded around her, and Ryland dropped to his knees, kissing her fingertips as he begged, "I came far to marry you. I won't let you go."/1/114464/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260429174845&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride, Billionaire's Beloved Queen
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted. Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected. Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring. I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction. A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage./0/90060/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260624184554&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Perfect Life
I was a top hand model, my hands insured for seven figures. They bought me a life in a sleek Central Park apartment and a diamond ring from my fiancé, Chase Strong. At my engagement party, he insisted I get a manicure from his high school friend, Karis. She soaked my hands in what she called a "new cuticle softener." It was acid. A week later, I found out I was pregnant. I thought a baby would fix the peeling skin and raw blisters, that it would fix us. But when I told Chase, his face was a mask of cold fury. He said a baby didn't fit his plan. He drove me to a desolate mountain, pushed me out of the car, and told me he was leaving me there to think about how easily he could take everything away. The man I was going to marry, the father of my unborn child, left me to die in the freezing darkness. He didn't just ruin my hands and my career; he wanted to break my spirit. But as the sun rose, something inside me shifted from fear to ice-cold rage. I would not let his child be another chain to bind me to my jailer. When he returned, expecting to find me broken, I looked him in the eye and told him, "I'm getting rid of the baby." Then I turned and started walking down the mountain, toward a life he could never touch./0/95066/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260429165129&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancée Who Stole My Kidney
I gave my fiancée my kidney to save her father's life. Two days later, she dumped me in my hospital bed, calling me a "convenient organ donor" before running back to her wealthy ex. But their cruelty was just beginning. After her ex hit my sister in a hit-and-run, my fiancée launched a vicious online smear campaign to protect him. Her lies inspired a stranger to walk into my sister's hospital room and murder her. The woman I had sacrificed a part of my body for had taken everything from me. Now, I will take everything from them./0/86462/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527102706&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Music to: CEO's Contract Wife
I have always lived in the shadows-mocked for my limp, judged for my size, and overlooked by everyone around me. That is, until a viral video of my haunting voice catapults me into the spotlight ahead of the prestigious North Star Music Festival. But just as my star begins to rise, a secret from one passionate night with Adrian-the boy who once ridiculed me-turns my world upside down: I was pregnant. When the scandal breaks, Ethan, the quiet admirer who's seen my heart all along, steps in and claims the child as his, offering me a contract marriage tied to an inheritance. As I stands between two vastly different futures-one shaped by past mistakes, and the other by unexpected loyalty-I must confront my fears, face judgment, and embrace my worth. Will I choose the boy who once broke me or the one who quietly stood by me? Can love grow from secrets and sacrifice?/0/98977/coverorgin.jpg?v=9528be9b2a94fd6f5eb15a0b08bbc96b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Greatest Secret: My Wife's Legendary Double Life
Owen, the wealthy heir once said to be on his last legs, spent a fortune to marry Anna, a girl thought to lack wits. Their social circle loved to joke that the pair made the "perfect" couple. After the wedding, however, Owen's health quickly returned, and Anna shattered every rumor about her being simple-minded. A powerful figure fiercely protected her, and a hacker group called her boss. The design world looked up to her, and assassins followed her word. Even the business world saw her as a force to be reckoned with. They only realized then, Anna was no ordinary woman, and Owen truly adored her with all his heart forever. Owen wrapped her in his arms, his gaze so tender it felt almost unbearable. "I've known all along. I chose to be the sword in your hand." As her façade crumbled, Anna confessed, "I'm sorry for using you."/0/24513/coverorgin.jpg?v=adf507028e4f3f79b0285199008acca1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wildest Dream
Marrying a stranger is hard to accept. All women's dream of is marrying the person that they love and achieve their wedding dream. But, because of an unevitable catastrophe in my family, the calvary of my life begins. I am Jasmine Brown, a teenager who married the multi billionaire— it's none other than Billy Johnson. A son of owner a well-known entertainment company, who is a famous teenage actor in Hollywood as well. Would our story lead to a real love or would it just be turned into a nightmare?/1/116498/coverorgin.jpg?v=b03f4c1ba619f6442369f5cf236679e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon
My family's empire went bankrupt overnight, and my father was dying in the ICU. To save him, I had to walk into the penthouse of Wall Street's most ruthless billionaire, Gerard Boyle, and beg for a bailout. But Gerard didn't just want my company's shares as collateral. He demanded I take off my engagement ring and sign a suffocating prenuptial agreement to become his society wife. Meanwhile, my fiancé of three years, Jerrad, vanished the second our stock plummeted. When he finally showed up as my family estate was being foreclosed, it wasn't to save me. "All you need to do is sign over your voting rights to me." He wanted to steal my father's legacy for pennies on the dollar while playing the white knight. When I publicly exposed his betrayal and threw the diamond ring at his chest, he threatened to ruin me. I lost everything, even having to abandon my lifelong Juilliard fellowship to find cheap corporate gigs just to survive. I thought selling my freedom into a terrifying, cold marriage with Gerard would at least guarantee my father's survival. But then the doctor delivered a crushing blow: my father needed a sudden half-million-dollar experimental surgery to live. It was a massive out-of-pocket cost completely excluded from Gerard's ironclad contract. Why was I being pushed into a corner with absolutely no way out? Looking at my frail father through the ICU glass, I knew that begging my new billionaire husband for this money meant surrendering my soul entirely. I wiped my tears, turned my back on the ward, and silently vowed to raise the money myself, even if it killed me./1/105391/coverorgin.jpg?v=06373d2efd8bc599ddd2b64602cede97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Woke Up Married To A Secret Zillionaire
I went to the New York City Clerk's office to handle a simple administrative matter, but the woman behind the glass handed me a nightmare instead. It was a certified marriage license from Clark County, Nevada, filed exactly three months ago. My vision blurred as I read the name in the spouse field: Baxter Noel. I was legally married to the ruthless billionaire whose legal team was currently suing me for intellectual property theft and trying to destroy my career. I remembered the conference in Las Vegas and a drink that tasted far too sweet, followed by a twelve-hour black hole in my memory that I had chalked up to exhaustion. When I sought help at my family's estate, my stepmother and sister didn't offer comfort; they stole my passport, shredded my clothes, and framed me for academic plagiarism to strip away my university fellowship. Even Baxter himself looked me in the eye with cold indifference, claiming he didn't know me and promising to have me arrested for fraud if I ever showed him that document again. Within twenty-four hours, I was homeless, jobless, and being hunted by the most powerful man in the city. I couldn't understand why a man who "eats people for breakfast" would be caught in the same trap as a struggling scientist like me. The confusion turned to pure terror when I looked at the witness signature on the license: Gene Mcclain. My mother, who was supposed to have died in a car crash ten years ago, had signed that paper with a fresh, trembling hand only ninety days ago. "I am holding a grenade, and I have no idea when the pin was pulled." Standing in the biting November wind with nothing but a laptop and a marriage license, I realized I was just a pawn in a much deadlier game. I stopped running and began to fight back, determined to use my unwanted status as the billionaire's wife to uncover the truth about the mother who came back from the dead./0/58460/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526112121&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Remarried To The False Heir
Tristan is the real young master in the drama. His father said, whoever between him and his brother first has a grandson, will be able to inherit billions of assets from the family. Three years after getting married, he was honest and sincere: "If you can't get pregnant, but she is pregnant, I can only choose her. You know how important a child is to me, right?" I twitched at the corner of my eye, but still didn't tell him the truth. Later, I married his brother and went to his house for dinner while pregnant. He said, "How is this possible? You clearly can't give birth!" Everyone looked at each other, and finally I broke the silence: "Tristan, why don't you go check it out?"/1/103201/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223011&imageMogr2/format/webp)
