Romance Books for Women
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Beloved Wife Of The God Of War
My mother in law hated me so much cause I couldn't bear her son a baby eventhough my husband and I have spent six years in marriage. She desperately wants my husband to divorce me so she and my bestfriend set me up to be f*cked by a stranger. When my husband heard of this, he mocked me and divorced me. While painfully dragging my luggage out of his house, I saw my pregnant bestfriend carrying her luggage inside my husband's house. Turns out my husband has impregnated my bestfriend. I cried blood and left the city. Seven years later, I became a popular Surgeon General and now have beautiful triplets by my side. But I was deployed back to my city cause my medical skill was most needed. In a twist of fate, I got married to an handsome solider. Only after I resumed work did I find out that the soldier I just married is the five star General, leader of every military units in the country plus he was by far the wealthiest man in the country. I'm just a single mother trying to create a better life for my three kids, now that I found myself entangled in his cold and ruthless world, how will I survive? And how will I explain to him that I do not know how my triplets bore the same resemblance with him?/0/50473/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b7b22cb8d42cd0db8273c1492deea52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Me One More Time
when will I come back, Jov? Govan and I are here at the airport. Why... Why did you change your mind? You want to leave me here first?” I asked my wife from the other line. I looked at my son that I was carrying now. This is the day I've been waiting for. The day we were going back to the Philippines and I forced Joavani several times to send us home. I was still happy when he told me that. That my son and I can go back but he called me because he wanted to... Only Govan, only Govan will come back and not with me. "Just follow what I said, Gotchelle... Govan will go home first. Don't worry, I will still set a schedule for when you will come back here," he said and I sighed. "I've been waiting for this day for several months, Jov..." I said and my tears immediately fell to the side. My chest felt heavy and I felt like I was having trouble breathing. "Please... When I have chosen the day to take you home, I will pick you up, Gotchelle..." "Why are you doing this to me, Joavani? Did I think... Did I think that everything was gone from you? After you... gave our son a DNA test and you found out that you... You are really his Daddy and not--" "We just talked today, Gotchelle. So don't let us fight anymore just because of that. Yes, I don't have all that anymore. I understand and know the truth. Just please, just follow me," he pleaded. I sighed again and caressed my son's face. "Aren't you surprised, Joavani? That's why I only sent you the DNA test of our son? That's why you still don't know Govan's face?" I asked him smiling and my tears started to fall. My chest tightened until I could feel the pain. “G-Gotchelle...” "He's just like you, he looks just like you, Joavani. There is no doubt...that he is your son. That's why, I didn't send you his photos because I want... I want you to recognize him as your son and not doubt him... Jov... Alright, I'll follow what you said. Just...just take good care of our son, while...while I'm gone, huh? I love him very much, Jov. I love our son very much," I said and kissed Govan's head with all my heart and then handed him to his babysitter. “Gotchelle?” “When they arrive. Call me right away, Joavani. Alright..." I said and hung up. "Ma'am, are you sure you won't be coming with us?" my son's babysitter asked me worriedly. I shook my head. "I hurt my husband too much before and I didn't appreciate him just because...I wanted another man but...he's not hard to love so I'll follow what he wants. To what he commands me. Just take care of my son, okay?" I said and he nodded. Govan even extended his hand as if he didn't want me to go away and when I grabbed it, it just tightened. "Ma'am..." "See you when I see you, my son. Mommy loves you, always," I tearfully said and when they started walking away from me, I felt like a big rock hit my chest. My tears looked like rain because of their successive drops. I waved at him even though he was trying to look at me and was crying. This is what Joavani wants, what my husband wants so I will follow. I still hope that soon I will be the one to leave this country but that thing did not happen. Because when he called me and he was going to pick me up, I refused. How can I go home to us? How else can I show him when I'm... useless? Because when I was on my way home from the airport, I didn't expect that there was an accident waiting for me and that was the reason why...I became paralyzed. I can't walk anymore so if I go home to my parents I will just be a burden to them. So I chose to stay here...for a few years. Yes, it took that long. I often tell Joavani that I will also go home next month but that just passes and I don't do it. Because I deliberately didn't go on... He won't need a wife who is only in a wheelchair./0/86610/coverorgin.jpg?v=52cdea7174bc603586d79226feeee8eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret, Her Salvation
The security guard at the Grand Orion Hotel stopped me cold, demanding an invitation I didn' t have. My simple suit and comfortable shoes screamed that I didn' t belong, and his dismissive glance confirmed it. Then came the grating voice I knew too well: Brendan Riley, my former supervisor, flanked by his snickering sycophant, Kevin Miller. They oozed smug superiority, relishing the sight of me, the unemployed junior marketing assistant he' d unjustly fired a month ago, standing humiliated at the hotel entrance. They mocked me, suggesting I was lost on the way to a soup kitchen, openly laughing at my pathetic attempts to get in. As if that wasn' t enough, Chloe Davis, an old team member I once thought I connected with, surfaced, her pity and disgust palpable as she advised me to simply go home. They had no idea. They saw a jobless loser, a charity case. What they couldn' t fathom was that I owned the very building they were so desperately trying to get into. The air grew thick with their mocking, each jab a reminder of their shallow worldview. But their confidence was built on a crumbling foundation, and I knew the truth was about to detonate their carefully constructed reality. Because sometimes, the quietest person in the room is the one holding all the cards./0/22158/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d02a960628cbcb79da01fd55a4c138c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE FUCK BOY IS A PRINCE
What do you do when the world drives you to the very brink? Aurora, a young lady of 20 who lives with her wicked stepmom and sisters, has been ill-treated and maltreated by her stepfamily. The world turns against Aurora as she was sold into the royal family of the school bad boy and her sworn enemy. What does life have for Aurora when she's forced to marry her enemy to keep the lineage going. WILL SHE AGREE TO MARRY HIM * * Copyright © Pop Precious/0/24661/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa7a25b048affb8fe245852777a029c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Loving You
Warren Laurent and Bella Price were high school sweethearts. Eventually, they got married for 2 years. Everything was perfect except that they had been wanting to have a baby. The moment that they were given the chance, a painstaking betrayal ruined their relationship and their perfect love story came crashing down. What if the cause of their divorce were lies, not betrayal? Will they see the truth and give each other a chance? Will it be too late to do so? Are years of relationship really worth nothing and could be easily forget by a simple mistake? Discover the heartwarming feeling of true love. Experience the bitter and painstaking feeling of betrayal. This book makes you feel like you were riding a roller coaster filled with different kinds of emotion as you read how Bella Price struggled in loving Warren./0/60798/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c9dfdb5708ad407c577f36fd8e43915&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Formidable Beggar Husband
Here’s the translation of your text into English: --- Andrew became the top scholar of the nation, and immediately turned his back on me, becoming Krista's subordinate. Krista, jealous of Andrew's lingering feelings for me, forced me to become a prostitute in front of everyone. The countless stares and curses from the crowd made me lose all hope of living. Just as I was about to end my own life, a beggar reached out to me. "Don't seek death; I want you," he said. He draped his tattered robe over me and took me away. Krista sat high on her platform, laughing mockingly: "A bitch is well-suited for a beggar; a match made in heaven." The beggar held me tighter and whispered, "Next time we return, take their heads as your bride price..." I thought this was just empty comfort, but to my surprise, he donned silver armor and led an army of 150,000 to come and fight... --- Let me know if you need any further assistance!/0/23566/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b41cd5e9061388825b95981270f510e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The nerd project round 2
This is the second part in the nerd project series new characters this time but don't worry your favorites will be making an appearance and Mrs. Ross will still be in this one. I loved writing this so much that I am going to make a series out of it. So, I hope you enjoy reading the nerd project round 2 as much as you did the first one. :)/0/44685/coverorgin.jpg?v=72d4f54edd785448d2c772a9c233d2ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tales Of The Heart
Serena Montana is a career woman who's working as a signed writer for a big publishing company in Brisbane, Australia. She received a great news from her Boss that her manuscript was handpicked by a famous production company, and they will have a television adaptation of her novel. Since 50% of the scenes from the novel is back in Walnut Creek, a small countryside area where she grew up, she needs to go back their and relieve the past with her first love, Paolo. Can she successfully finish her work without leaving her heart in Walnut Creek?/0/84420/coverorgin.jpg?v=af080a666d64d7f5d33ba3a832dfc3b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Scripts, Shattered Life
My film career was soaring, my dreams finally within reach. Then, the word "Plagiarist!" echoed through the festival hall, a death knell for everything I' d built. Industry contacts vanished, my name became a hashtag for fraud, and my working-class parents, who' d sacrificed everything, disowned me. Just as I contemplated tearing up my life, producer Ethan Scott appeared, a charismatic savior who saw through the lies, stood by me, and whisked me away to a secluded Austin home. He built me a private editing suite, framed my old scripts, and became my biggest fan, my only audience, convincing me the outside world was too dangerous. For five years, I was safe, loved, and completely isolated-until tonight. Scrolling Instagram, I saw a Sundance hit, "Dust Devil Heart," hailed as a masterpiece by Sabrina Lawrence. Its story was identical to the script I' d just finished, the one I' d read aloud to Ethan. And there, in the background of Sabrina's celebratory photo, was my husband, his arm possessively around her, a look of adoration I hadn't seen in years etched on his face. My "savior" was at Sundance, not in L.A., and everything I believed about my perfect, safe life shattered into a million pieces. I had married the man who orchestrated my downfall and stole my art, turning my life into his "content farm." But he underestimated me. He broke my spirit once, but this time, he just ignited a fire./0/47188/coverorgin.jpg?v=74813bcef3b64d4bcbc5324ab5a87cd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twisted Fated
"You're really rude! Be respectful!" Dad said angrily. I smiled bitterly because of what he said. "Rude? You're the reason I've been rude! If only you hadn't been so selfish, I wouldn't have been that!" I answer back. "We didn't become selfish children, we did it for you — for your future. We want your life to be peaceful when you graduate." Mom said tearfully. "Is that your solution for my future? You must be stupid then. I can work after I graduate. What you said is that you did it for yourself-so that you can be even richer and be known by all over the world and- " “How dare you talk back to your mother!”-Dad. I winced at what Dad had done. Its the second time he slapped me. I was grabbed by my sore cheek and started crying again. But instead of acting, I wiped away my tears and smiled wryly. "There you are again. Does it feel good to slap your daughter over and over again Dad? Is it comforting? Because I felt like slapping me is becoming your habit." I said to him. Dad didn't speak right away because of what I said. Mom kept crying as she hugged Dad's arm. "I'm sorry daughter." Only Dad said. I ignored them and started walking up the stairs. Mom tried to stretch my hand to stop me but I just tapped her and left. "Do you think you can stop this agreement? Sorry daughter but you have no other way. You need to marry him! Because I say so!" Dad chased after me but I just ignored it. You're wrong Dad, there's still a way./0/85828/coverorgin.jpg?v=de452499d658b1f010b9551330c4bc52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Digital Detox Survival Challenge
The last thing I remembered was the cold, not from the biting wind in the remote forest, but the icy grip of utter betrayal. My own family, my sister Ashley, my parents, stood by a luxury RV, watching me. Ashley screamed for the camera, a performance of feigned terror, then shoved me hard, sending me stumbling towards the grim-faced survivalists waiting in the shadows. I later learned, in the brief, hellish time before I died, that the video of my "accident" went viral. Ashley' s follower count exploded, millions celebrating my demise, fueled by my family's lies about my supposed tech addiction and instability. They raked in donations and sponsorship deals, building a life of grotesque luxury upon my very corpse. Then, there was only crushing darkness. Until now. My eyes snapped open to the familiar white ceiling of my bedroom. My heart hammered, a trapped bird, but there were no wounds, no lingering chill of death. Frantically, I grabbed my phone, and the date glowed back, October 12th-the very day they coerced me into the "digital detox survival challenge." I was back. A hysterical laugh bubbled from my throat, a wild, unhinged sound. "You' re finally awake, Ashley has the most wonderful idea," my mother, Brenda, cooed, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. Ashley appeared, phone already rolling, a predatory smile on her face. "Sissy! We need a family trip, a real bonding experience!" They stood there, these soulless monsters who profited from my murder, smiling. Last time, I fought, I pleaded, I was worn down by their emotional blackmail, used for my skills, then discarded. But this time would be different. A slow, chilling smile spread across my face, one that didn't reach my eyes. "That sounds like a fantastic idea," I said, my voice smooth as glass. I would play my part, be the compliant daughter, the sister who had finally seen the light. And then, deep in the wilderness, far from any help, I would make them pay. I would give them the authentic survival content they craved, just not in the way they expected. The hunt was on./0/27477/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac0de6d17dd12472e051685f33121e7c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY GIRLFRIEND IS A ROBOT
IN THE POPULAR CITY OF BEIJING Zhou Xiuying is known as a stubborn girl who loves being outdoors despite her parents warning She's just 17, she's from rich family, has plenty of friends, crazy, rude, clumsy, music and dance freak and she's pretty naughty Zhou Xiuying has boyfriend named Cia Gua, she loves him alot but little did she know he's just using her for her family wealth and power One-day she went to his house to give him a surprise visit for his 18 years old birthday but instead she's the one who got surprised Cia Gua was cought in bed with her best friend Mei Ling, she was so shocked and heartbroken, Cia Gua didn't care, he told her the truth that day, he told her that he was after her family wealth and nothing else Zhou Xiuying was completely shattered that night, what she wanted was to be along, a strong rain happened to be falling by then but she didn't care, she ran under it, running to wherever her legs can take her That same night, the same time*** "Chase it, don't let it get away" noises were heard,group of scientists lab team were seen chasing after a beautiful girl of 17, it's not just a girl it's a robot. It happened to malfunction The robot was faster than them so they lost it, while the robot was running unsure of where it's going, Zhou Xiuying was running opposite and they ended up hugging themselves Due to the rain and storm, something happened. Zhou Xiuying was electrocuted to comma and all her emotions got inside the robot The robot is now programmed to hate any guy with black hair and green eyes or busty girls with blonde long hair, or anyone as long as they are mean and harmful, the robot now knows it's a girl but it don't know who it is, the robot knows her name is Zhou Xiuying but doesn't know anything about the real Zhou Xiuying Worse the robot think it's a human Now what will happen when a girl of 17 found the robot and brings it to live with her What will happen when she brings the robot to her school And what will happen when the robot sets her eyes on...... Permit me to stop there for now Who can't wait to read this mind blowing story brought to you by rhemaromance Buy your popcorn right now and wear your glasses and let's chill/0/47501/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9716dfe701c939ef87c45025908c2b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving You Too Long
One Side Love Story Nathaniel Chayton is Haisley Smith's first love and teenage obsession. For Nathaniel's sake, Haisley studied hard to follow Nathaniel to the country where the man lived. Years passed, and Haisley managed to achieve her dream. When she was able to live under the same roof as Nathan, instead of successfully getting the man's love and attention, Haisley was disappointed because it turned out that Nathan was in a serious relationship with a beautiful woman named Loretta. Nathan's attitude seemed cold and evil towards Haisley, and Haisley's pessimism about being able to conquer Nathan made her give up. But when she said that, Nathan suddenly became impulsive as if he didn't want Haisley to leave him, but at the same time, the man also couldn't leave his girlfriend. How does the story end? Keep reading because you will get lots of surprises in it./0/38897/coverorgin.jpg?v=af6d37a2ba233777762e24b05efc266e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Falling For My Stepbrother 1
Clarity was better. "I'll be gone in the morning." I said quietly. It was sometime between two and three am. We both sat, lost in our own thoughts, my body shamelessly yearning for his comfort, when I'd just broken his heart. I kept sobbing quietly cause there was no stopping the tears that stemmed from a place of pain and guilt. Three times, three solid times, I stopped myself from lurching at his feet. I wanted to be held by him, but even though the distance between us, physically, was so small, we were more than miles apart emotionally. What terrified me more than the look on his face was what was going through his mind. Emma has caught the attention of the playboy in school, who happened to be the sexiest bully, and her Stepbrother.... They battle webs of secrets and lies, from friends and family, and finally, their own ego and desires. Chase wants to be Emma's last 'Goodnight' and her first 'Good morning', so does Kevin. Can he battle the insane attraction she has for Kevin, whom she had unfinished business with? Will Chase throw in the towel and let the rich tech guy swoon his girl? Will Emma ever forgive Chase's betrayal and indifference? Are their issues even solvable? Find out in the fast paced Falling For My Stepbrother 1/0/51412/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d3ca2bd2ae3ae86bcf071d054cfcc55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Secret: His Euphoria
Audrey Nathan, twenty years old, notorious hacker since the age of ten. She's the most scouted hacker in the whole of the continent and probably worldwide, but no one could get to her. Different Mafia organisations have been searching for her but she's as slippery as an eel. Luck left her side for a few minutes when she got caught in the two Biggest Mafia organisations' fight and was shot. Jordan Van Arthur, leader of Lone Wolves found a frail redhead in his penthouse fighting for her life, clutching to a lilac tote bag. "No.. no hospital, please... Doctor....call .....call a..." She fell conscious. **** Audrey Nathan swore her loyalty to Jordan Van Arthur when she found out he had saved her life and protected her identity away from the people looking for her, most importantly, Lone Wolves has never been part of those scouting for her and killing anyone involved with her just to get her. Jordan Van Arthur is rumoured to have facial paralysis due to his always expressionless face, even in the face of death, he is never moved, even when he was betrayed by the person he loved most and his most trusted aide, he never showed how hurt he was, but with Audrey Nathan, Things changed that he could hardly predict his next wave of emotions with Audrey around. **** Jordan Van Arthur is the leader of Lone Wolves, His best friend Conan Raymond and His lover, Eve William colluded and betrayed him making him lose his most successful project to his rival gang White Tigers, Sebastian Cornell. Audrey Nathan came into his life like a warm ray of sunshine on those cold and hopeless days, Ignited emotions that he thought were lost forever and even retrieved what was his without fear that such a dangerous move could cost her life. "I am not used to being this loved, but you have loved me selflessly..... Your happiness should be my priority too" Audrey choked out, her heart overflowing with love, the tinkling feeling felt too much for her that she got scared it will all go away as usual. *** "Nghnn... Jord... I want you.....all of you" Audrey moaned out, her eyes hooded with lust, she didn't care if his shadow crew could hear her, she wanted him in her, home where he belongs. "I got you mama" Jordan's voice always dripping with lust just like his lips were dripping off her juices...../0/82543/coverorgin.jpg?v=21173f69d2e14c39b08800e2833d3af2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Deceased Breathed
I'm Sarah Miller, a highly-paid "Soul Weaver" specializing in unique and often unconventional final rituals to bring closure to grieving families. My latest lucrative assignment, an $80,000 overnight "final companionship" at an isolated upstate New York estate, was meant to be purely symbolic for a wealthy young man named Ethan. As I prepared for the intimate ritual, ensuring his body stayed suitably pliable with electric blankets, I noticed something profoundly unsettling. My "deceased" client, Ethan, was alive, his chest rising with a faint, steady breath. The truth unfurled in terrifying whispers: he was Marcus Thorne, the scion of a tech empire, kidnapped by the seemingly grief-stricken Jenkinses, who were now my captors. Their monstrous plot was far beyond ransom; they intended for me to conceive a child with Marcus, then brutally murder us both to secure his family' s immense fortune. Trapped and utterly isolated in the dimly lit viewing room, my cell phone mysteriously ruined and the heavy doors locked from the outside, I realized my professional expertise in the ceremonies of death had become a meticulously crafted trap for the living. The sickening realization struck me: I, the pragmatic Soul Weaver who navigated grief for a fee, was now a pawn in a cold-blooded scheme, facing a fate far worse than any ritual I had ever performed. I was no longer an impartial professional but a direct participant in a nightmare, facing murderous criminals rather than mourning loved ones. But as terror threatened to paralyze me, a new resolve ignited, fueled by deception and an urgent need for survival. With Marcus, my "client," by my horrified side, we formulated a desperate, insane plan to turn my unique skills against them. We would harness the very superstitions that led them to hire a Soul Weaver, conjuring a terrifying 'ghostly' haunting within their own mansion to fight for our escape./0/52820/coverorgin.jpg?v=2314829d8f796055152d43ce957caa7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unrefined Mate Of The Angel Kings
So it's true. I am their mate! I am the one they have been waiting for all this time. How can that be? Can I really be so lucky? "Don't bother celebrating. We do not intend to make a detestable human servant our queen." Angel Fenris states, his voice laced with disgust just like the last time we met. His rude words hurt me more now than they did yesterday. The full moon must have heightened my emotions. "Surely you did not think that you're befitting in any way to sit by our side. A beautiful, virtuous princess is the least we were expecting our future queen to be. You're not fit to be her shadow let alone take her place." Angel Garren angrily expresses. The ache in my heart surge. I was warned not to snap or raise my voice when talking to them. Yet the urge to do so is overwhelming. * * * * * For the mighty angel kings of Lunacrest, only the most virtuous of women will do. After growing tired of waiting for a virtuous mate of pure heart, the triplet angel kings have decided to device a contest to find the most virtuous of all royal women to be crowned their queen. According to the rules of the contest, each of the beautiful princesses is to be hosted in the palace of Lunacrest for a duration of five days while her feminine virtues and loyalty to the angel kings gets tested. But what will happen when the angel kings discover that their fated mate is a lowly human servant with no royal blood? Keira is surprisingly the wisest and the kindest of all women. No woman of royal blood can match her virtues. But will the angel kings realise her value or will they be fooled by the faked grace and elegance of her beautiful mistress?/0/36707/coverorgin.jpg?v=21332f510be769b9fb4797ce4d903519&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Mistress Is A Hidden Heiress
Playboy, Casanova and Heartbreaker were some adjectives used by the paparazzi to describe the brilliant interior designer and the hottest CEO of Grayson Group Of Hotels, Aries Grayson. But that quickly changed when his eyes landed on his best friend's perfect girlfriend, Cara Silencio. The moment their eyes locked for the first time, her innocence took his world by storm. Cara was everything Aries secretly wished for in his life, but she was off-limits, and Aries chose to abide by the rules of BroCode. Cara Silencio has her own fair share of secrets that could destroy her. Somewhere between hiding her real identity from the world and struggling to meet end needs, Cara was exhausted. She wanted to marry the Knight of her life, Keith Wilson, and lead a peaceful life. But the demons of her past destroyed everything, and she was pushed into the endless tunnel of darkness. Years later, when Aries found her at the infamous strip club, his desires came back to life and this time he was aiming to claim her. A night of passion didn't satiate his craving for her. He wanted to worship her body every night. Aries came back to the club to find her, but Cara was gone, leaving no traces behind. Aries called his most competent informer to dig about Cara Silencio, only to stumble upon the shocking truth. "Mr Grayson, the woman you're looking for is the heiress of New York's biggest business empire!"/0/56731/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2aeccb9c4c8a17780d3dbac30380fb1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
