Romance Books for Women
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Absorbing Her Darkness
Love is "Growing Together". Love is "Realizing that a flaw makes each other perfect." Love has countless definitions. Reveal the defi…. PROLOGUE The story takes place in the beautiful Indian cEKANSHity of Dehradun. It is the twisted romance of BHAIRAVI (aka AARNA). The novel explores college life! Here, Bhairavi changed her name to hide her identity. Her code name is Aarna. Why? Let's take a look together. The story will be told from the point of view of both main actors. Sometimes also the author's point of view. You will be informed about the POV at the beginning of each chapter. As I am busy with my college and studies, parts will be published every alternate day including Sunday. [The characters and plot are only the author's imagination. No one is harmed in the real world.] PROLOGUE: (flash of what happens later in the story, it changes fate all) Author's POV: She walked quietly through the dark corridor of the college. She didn't want to leave. She loved the city. She loved the people who live here. She loved the air and everything! Since the electricity had been cut off, it was completely dark. It also thundered. She could hear her ankles jingling as she moved. She wore a floral print skirt and a flat crop top, leaving her dark brown hair down to her upper waist. She was forcefully heading to the administrative office to collect her TC. A tear welled up in her eye because no she wanted to go back to her past life. She hated it. And after coming to this city, she hated it even more. She walked slowly and wiped her tears with her left hand. “BHAIRAVI!!”, someone called from behind. She stood motionless as thoughts clouded her mind. No. No one can know who I am. I don't want them to know my real name. That will make it harder for me.. She turned with an absent mind. Like her she answered the name, the person in front of her having just been confirmed in her true identity. Her eyes were full of tears, so she couldn't see the person clearly. She focused the torchlight on him. Ekansh. who else would it be? He stared at her. He had no idea of her pain. She had always been a mystery to him. And he loved mysteries. So he wanted to solve it. He never gives up until he finds his roots. And he managed to find the roots of this mystery. “Bhairavi,” he said calmly, this time slowly pacing back and forth towards her. "How do you know my real name?" she asked as her heart rate rose. He was standing very close to her. His face tilted parallel to hers. The gap was less than a few centimeters. She shivered as her eyes caught his. He grabbed her waist with his left hand to erase the remaining gap. She was breathing hard because she was tired from crying. And now his actions made her knees buckle. “I love you Bhairavi,” he said, stroking her cheek with his right thumb. She didn't know how to answer. She didn't want one more thing to be added to the list she had to leave behind. When she didn't answer, he realized she was in pain. Now he could only see her tears flowing faster. He lowered his face slightly to capture her lips. Sometimes falling in love is the easiest thing. How far would you go to save it?/0/86216/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c9b10fcd540e6c35dcc9dad0d567e5a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What It Takes To Mend A Broken Heart
I was his secret weapon, the ghostwriter of his success, the woman whose soul he stole and put on display. He took my designs, gave the credit to his socialite fiancée, and then offered me cash to "handle" our unborn child. He left me broken on a rain-slicked New York street, believing I was just another problem solved. But in Paris, I rebuilt myself, my pain becoming the blueprint for an architectural masterpiece that would win the world's most prestigious award. Now he's lost everything, haunted by the genius he discarded. He's come back, begging to rebuild the bridge he burned. But some foundations are too shattered to ever be repaired./0/83945/coverorgin.jpg?v=df5f4143e8ac4135933ef24ac44e7505&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Couldn't Afford
The organ music swelled, a majestic sound meant to signal joy, but all I felt was a cold dread seeping into my bones. Amidst Savannah' s elite, I, Annabel Anderson, stood in my custom-made wedding gown, a perfect Southern belle about to secure a vital political alliance. My fiancé, Wesley Scott, was arrogant and entitled, and I didn't love him, but this was my path. Just as the wedding march was about to begin, a bridesmaid burst in, gasping, "Annabel, it' s Gabrielle! They found her in her room. Pills." My younger half-sister, the constant reminder of my father' s scandal, had attempted suicide. The wedding halted. At the hospital, Gabrielle, frail and tearful, clutched Wesley' s hand. "I couldn' t bear seeing you marry her," she whispered, then delivered her masterstroke: a fabricated story of sacrificing her fertility to save him, twisting his misguided honor. Wesley, his arrogance gone, turned to me, "Annabel, she is your sister. We can make it work. She can be my wife, and you… you can be her sister-wife." The suggestion hung in the air, a scandalous, barbaric insult to my family' s honor. How could he ask the Senator' s daughter to share a husband, to become a party to public disgrace? Was he truly this manipulated, this blind? Standing in the chaos, I looked at Gabrielle's triumphant eyes. She thought she had won. I took a deep breath. There would be no accommodation. This was my chance not just to escape, but to rewrite the narrative./0/94003/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd8f5e068e26bb7f3acc719c91c4833d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Amnesia, I Became Forever Out of His Reach
After a week in a coma caused by a car accident, Grace Miller's boyfriend, Leonard Stone, suddenly regained his memory. He remembered the girl he longed for but could never have. So, the first thing Leonard did upon waking was to break up with Grace. "Anything that happened during my memory loss wasn't really my choice. From today, let's go our separate ways. Our relationship doesn't hold anymore." Grace didn't try to hold him back. Coincidentally, the new drug research in the lab had just succeeded, and Grace volunteered to participate in the trial. "Once you take this pill, these memories will be permanently erased. Grace, are you sure about your decision?"/1/100492/coverorgin.jpg?v=32b0830998dba714ae8ae4c1a6c75937&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BOUND TO THE WRONG CALLAHAN
Blurb **She's promised to his brother... but branded by his touch. And now the past refuses to stay buried.** *** **SIENNA** I thought I buried that night. The night I gave myself to a stranger. Reckless and wild. No names. No rules. No future. Just heat. Desperation. A body that made me forget who I was supposed to be. Now I wear his brother's ring. Planning a future with the man I'm supposed to love. Then he walks into my engagement party and everything shatters. Landon Callahan. The black sheep. The rebel. The man who touched me before I knew his name. He acts like I never existed. Like that night was nothing. But I remember every breath. Every broken rule. Every moment I came alive. I should walk away. Should marry Noah and forget. But Landon has always been the fire I was never meant to touch twice. *** ** **LANDON** She was never supposed to be his. The night I had her, I didn't ask her name. Didn't want to know. I just knew I'd never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing she ever wanted. Then I walk into the engagement party I should have skipped. And see her standing beside my brother. Now I'm back in the world I swore I'd left behind. And she's the one thing I can't outrun. She wears his ring. Smiles like she hasn't been in my bed. Pretends I never made her come undone. But I remember. And so does she. One night should have been the end. Instead it was only the beginning. Because I don't let go of what's mine. Not even for my brother./0/84594/coverorgin.jpg?v=b65ba05c1901fe4c663441494cc84112&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Story, My Proof
The sterile white hallway of the hospital echoed with the sickening crack of bone. It was my bone, shattered by Daniel Hayes, the man who once swore to cherish me. He'd just slammed my hand against the wall, shielding my ex-best friend, Chloe Davis, who feigned tears behind him. Chloe, the architect of my ruin, had twisted Daniel's amnesia, painting me as a gold-digger and our son, Ethan, as a child of questionable paternity. Daniel, stripped of memory, looked at me with cold fury, then at our infant son with contempt. "Get out," he spat, threatening security. My son, innocent in his bassinet, was disowned. The man who wept with joy at our ultrasound now called his own son a bastard, even shoving Ethan's high chair over, causing a severe injury. His cruelty knew no bounds; I sold our last symbol of love, my engagement ring, for Ethan's surgery, only for Daniel to steal our son at gunpoint. My pleas fell on deaf ears; the police sided with the powerful CEO, and a fabricated court order made me an unfit mother. How could he forget everything? How could he believe such monstrous lies? The man I loved was gone, replaced by a ruthless stranger determined to erase me. But a mother's rage is a force no amnesia can quell. With nothing left to lose, I swore to take back my son, even if it meant tearing down the empire he'd built on our shattered past./1/106981/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba8c471c64202db4468df230cff0b88c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Always Be Mine
Ever since she could remember, Maya Connors has always been the smart, shy girl that sat at the back of the classroom. She tackled every task with a boundless zest, except when it came to boys and relationships. Being eighteen and never once had a boyfriend, she was adamant that it would stay the same until she graduated. But sometimes, you have to expect the unexpected - such as falling for Ethan Morrison, a boy who was way too handsome and way too out of her league. Despite coming from very different social circles, a school trip to Europe was all it took as to her dismay, she found him incredibly charming. But when Maya ventures out of her shell and falls too deep, she realizes that it's too late to go back. With her heart laying on the line, she's about to face a whirlwind of emotions, drama, and secrets./0/31060/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf1027f80e6a191e7fde631773fa19f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Untamed Lust
WARNING THIS STORY IS FOR 🔞 PLUS. "Why Ethan, I told you that my contraceptives have expired and that I needed another shot. Yet you poured it all inside me?" I cried again "You gonna give birth to my dame baby okay," he said and tied my leg with chains and locked it with a key. He untied my hands and left the room without giving me any clothes to cover myself. My head was spinning with different wild ideas, but I was ready to wait for him to sleep before I can move into action. For a moment I kept asking myself, " Is this monster the man I have truly fallen in love with"/0/85243/coverorgin.jpg?v=de9e180e6b57d77d4a406fd05803e4da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Awakening
The antiseptic smell stung my nose, and a dull ache pulsed behind my eyes as I woke up in a hospital bed. A sharp voice cut through the quiet: "She\'s awake. After all that drama, she finally decides to wake up." It was my adoptive mother, Helen, with my father, David, and then Liam, my husband, walked in. They weren\'t there for me; they were worried sick about Scarlett, my stepsister, who lay pale and fragile just a few rooms away. "You almost died trying to get Liam\'s attention again, " Helen sneered. "Are you happy now?" Liam, meanwhile, looked at me with chilling indifference before grabbing my arm and dragging me to donate blood for Scarlett. The nurses whispered about my supposed obsession, but their words meant nothing; the pain, the desperation, it was all gone. My amnesia had wiped the slate clean, and for the first time, I saw the truth: I was a burden, a wife Liam didn\'t want, an obligation they resented. And for the first time, I felt clarity, not sorrow. I picked up my phone, found a number, and then said, "I want a divorce. And I want to sever all ties with my adoptive parents, the Hayes family."/0/21651/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9db476fb2d978797ee187559f60e1d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
White Whispers
For ages, the harmless, resting form and grave of five sisters-a beautiful, tidy house has stayed silent, and undisturbed. Suddenly, this house is broken into by outlaws. There are set out conditions for humans to reside within this house, but unaware of the consequences if the rules are broken, and the powers that reside within the house, these outlaws cause further damage, thereby awakening the sleeping powers within the house. These powers, hungry, itchy, and thirsty, feast on these men and regain their strength. As they release themselves, and find their way out into the world, their new assignment becomes finding, stalking, and hunting those who buried them in here, locked them inside the house, and eventually turned them into the house, and their tone to man is one man deems unfair./0/38198/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d8aaaffe0352fda92fdfe615ad05d84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Love (Psycho love)
This is the story of a young Nigerian girl who fell in love with her cousin brother. She came to the City to stay at her uncle's house for the holiday as she waits for her admission into the university to be approved. She fell in love with her cousin brother at first sight and was greatly bothered by the completely new and unexpected feelings because she has never felt that way before and it's wrong because the act of incest is a great crime in some parts of Nigeria, especially the East where she hails from. What would she do when she couldn't stop her heart from desiring her hairless Romeo?/0/44687/coverorgin.jpg?v=67c105673672d129f20c6425077f7347&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Prince's Redemption
Clarisse Marshall is a pretty and simple convenience store employee. She works hard for the money, and she has a pure and gentle heart, and she is more than willing to help anyone, and Michele Montserrat is just one of them. She saved Michele Montserrat's life, and as a result, the man fell inlove with her, fast and hard. Michele is a sweet, warm, kind and a gentle man, however, there's only one problem. He is the future "Godfather" of an organized mafia group which is called the "La Famiglia" which deals with drugs and weapons. Would she be able to set herself free from Michele's romantic pursuit towards her?/0/90110/coverorgin.jpg?v=e21468a20713f134afd37e92078de0f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Broke up with My Boyfriend Before I Died
I chased after Jake Burton for eight years, only to break up with him when I saw he had saved his ex-girlfriend's contact as "Baby." Her name was Janet Flynn. "Just because I forgot to change the contact name?" I stared at Jake's mocking smile and nodded. His friends said I was narrow-minded and overreacted, but I just kept my gaze on Jake without saying a word. Jake's dark eyes seemed to be covered with frost. After a moment, he simply sneered, "Fine. Let's break up. Just don't come back to me and cry to plead with me to get back together." Everyone in the room erupted in laughter. I pushed open the door, clutched the pathology report in my coat pocket, and walked into the night. I had wanted to weave a beautiful dream for the last moments of my life. But I shouldn't force love. It was even more bitter than the medicine I took./0/80701/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f8a64e51efaa1d509dbd94885331cf3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of a Pinky: A Vegas Tale
Our wedding was just days away, and the $50,000 down payment for our dream home, a generous gift from my parents, was safely secured for our future. But that tranquil vision shattered the moment I found my fiancé, Mike, in our Vegas hotel suite, his raw voice mumbling the unthinkable: "The money, Sarah. It's gone." Every cent, wiped out in a rigged poker game set up by Rick, Mike’s own best man. Mike was a broken man, convinced he’d ruined everything, ready to call off our wedding indefinitely. Yet, the anger I expected never came; instead, a cold, hard resolve settled deep within me. This wasn't just about lost money; it was a calculated betrayal, a predatory scheme against our trust and future, by someone who was supposed to be family. How could Mike’s best friend so cruelly fleece him, seemingly out of nowhere? He didn't know the woman now staring down her desperate groom, pulling out her high-limit emergency credit card. I looked him dead in the eye and declared, "It's our mess now, Mike, and I'm going to deal with Rick." Tonight, he would witness a dangerous side of me he never imagined, as a deeper, long-suppressed past resurfaced to reclaim what was ours./0/71292/coverorgin.jpg?v=42806b9a8d457fcc2dfc4f73e5d75270&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE HEIR'S LAST BARGAIN
Billionaire Ethan Blackwood has everything-except time. His grandfather's ultimatum is clear: marry within a month or lose the empire he's built. Desperate, Ethan turns to the one woman who would rather see him burn-Ivy Sinclair. Years ago, Ethan's ruthless business decisions destroyed Ivy's family, turning her from his best friend into his fiercest rival. Now a self-made fashion mogul, Ivy has sworn never to trust him again. But when her company faces a devastating financial crisis, Ethan offers a deal she can't ignore: one year of marriage in exchange for $50 million. The rules are simple-no love, no emotions, just business. But as they navigate the treacherous world of high society, family betrayals, and a media frenzy determined to expose them, old wounds resurface, and unexpected sparks fly. With secrets threatening to tear them apart and a hidden clause in Ethan's grandfather's will that could ruin everything, Ivy and Ethan must decide: is this marriage just a contract, or is it their second chance at something real?/0/94328/coverorgin.jpg?v=034307e5f3df8b76435fa926926ee0ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Life, My Broken Trust
My perfect life shattered when I heard another woman's voice on my husband's watch, but that was just the beginning of his betrayal. He orchestrated a car crash that killed our unborn child, all to steal my company and be with his secret family. He thought he broke me, but he just unleashed a monster hell-bent on burning his entire world to the ground./0/92057/coverorgin.jpg?v=15aab0b4bf00e589538fa39ec44d672e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Ashes, Empire's Dawn
For ten years, my step-brother Mark was my anchor, my confidant, my entire world. Tonight, at a candlelit dinner, I was finally going to tell him I was in love with him. But just as I started to confess, he raised a glass to a beautiful stranger at the door. "Everyone," he announced with a joy that stabbed me in the heart, "meet my fiancée." The next morning, my step-father stripped me of the Aura project-my life's work-and gave it to her as a strategic gift for their new alliance. Mark, my supposed protector, told me not to be sentimental. It was "just business." Then I found the email, dated three weeks ago. It detailed their entire plan to sideline me, calling my passion "a variable to be managed." They saw me as a heartbroken girl, a sentimental fool they could easily discard. But that night, after I fled the restaurant, I ran into him. Julian Thorne. A ruthless corporate shark and my family's greatest enemy. He offered me a card. "Crying over them won't fix anything," he said. "But if you want to destroy them, I have a proposition." I made the call. "I'm in. What do I have to do?"/0/82648/coverorgin.jpg?v=37ad5077d01c5e7a3f5e67569a1db062&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Faked Death, My True Love
My eyes snapped open. Sunlight streamed through familiar curtains in what was undeniably my childhood bedroom on a military base. But a stark, chilling truth hit me: I died. I vividly remembered fire, twisted metal, and then a profound, cold darkness. My father, General Miller, walked in, his voice deep and reassuring. "Sarah, you're awake. We need to talk about your future." He began to speak of Captain Mark Olsen, the perfect, ambitious officer everyone expected me to choose. The name was a bitter taste. Because in my first life, I married Mark. Then came the devastating news: killed in action. The grief consumed me. I stopped living, leading to my own tragic car accident months later. My world ended. But it wasn't true. As a lingering spirit, I watched my world shatter while his continued. Mark, alive and vibrant, laughing with Tiffany Evans, his arm around her. They had faked his death, eloped, and built a long, happy life together, completely discarding the woman who died for him. The rage, the profound betrayal, morphed from a cold fire to a precise, icy shard in my chest. Why did I endure such suffering, such a cruel end, while they basked in their deceitful bliss? The injustice was unbearable. But this was it. My second chance. A precious, impossible gift. This time, there would be no Mark Olsen. This time, I' d choose differently. This time, my life wouldn' t end in ashes./0/34954/coverorgin.jpg?v=88214d6b45570198e54c4a8206c1938e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Princess Bellamy
How do you explain when you don't have a choice in life and all you have is to follow your destiny to the one you love? After being locked up for centuries, you're eventually freed only to follow a destiny and then you're locked up again. This was what happened to Princess Bellamy. The first daughter and second child of the Queen. After being locked up for several years, she is eventually released. But what does the future hold for the young princess? Will she be able to achieve all she's ever wished for? Will she be able to fall in love ? Or will she follow her destiny? Will she carry the burden of her people? Will she save the ones who love her and those who don't from the evil ahead? What happens when the young princess eventually falls in love but discovers that love isn't always a bed of roses? What happens when she has to choose between love and power? Will she choose the one she loves or the one who would give her more power? You'll find out all about this young princess's trauma, tragedy and happiness in this book./0/79728/coverorgin.jpg?v=fad7eac427b7c6a94355ca9740fb5d6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
