Romance Books for Women
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Filthy F*ck Dreams
Every story in this collection is a direct line to your own wanting, each read leaves you drenched, and craving more thighs pressed together, breath caught in your throat. From a stranger's fingers finding you in a crowded bar to the slow, devastating unraveling of a woman on her knees, these are the moments you'll return to, again and again, until you're trembling. Warning: "Not for the faint of heart-only for the Dirty Slut-Seekers who crave the filth. Open the book only when you're ready to be ruined, and consumed by your filthy fantasies./0/34735/coverorgin.jpg?v=eccc666507119a4e2eaf7a6e2d353f84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Frozen Throne
Iafleur never thought that touching a vampire’s dead body would change her life forever. She was but a mere human who works as a Secretary to the Human Council in Eibrellion City. But her life would soon take a turn when she told them about the dead vampire she found. The Human Council had then given her a mission to find the long-lost Vampire Kingdom. Iafleur would team up with her longtime friend, Dracyan. But her journey to the bloody path also opened a doorway of romance for her and him. But things would only turn out for the worst when the rumour spread about the Eldentri planning to resurrect the Vampire Queen, the very being that everyone feared. What could a mere human like her do to stop the upcoming war? Would Iafleur even survive her journey towards death and save humanity or would she end up betraying them?/0/86647/coverorgin.jpg?v=d64d8def851385f8a25eaab7746edc00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Shattered Wife's Ascent
My husband, David Chen, the CEO of "InnovateX," called for a celebration on our fifth anniversary. He announced, with a theatrical wink, that the two representatives for the Global Tech Summit in Hawaii would be chosen by a game. He drew his own name first, then reached into the glass bowl, his hand going straight for a specific spot, and pulled out a precisely folded slip: his much-younger assistant, Emily White. A wave of whispers and knowing glances went through the office. Emily, wearing the new perfume I' d noticed in our bathroom, practically ran to him, her red nails lingering on his arm after an embrace that lasted far too long. I stood frozen, the silent partner, the co-founder, the wife whose marriage was a secret to protect his "young, bachelor CEO" image-an image he was now building with Emily. The next morning, Emily sabotaged a crucial presentation I' d spent two months perfecting. David, instead of holding her accountable, punished me. He canceled my trip and ordered me to fix "my department's mistake" over the weekend, all while comforting Emily and giving her credit for my work in front of the entire company. The humiliation was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest. Later, I found an elegant Vera Wang box on our bed, a dress I' d dreamed of. My heart leaped, hoping for an apology, a real celebration of our secret marriage. But David nonchalantly explained it was for a client, "to seal a deal." Hours later, I found his phone, a notification for "E's final dress fitting tomorrow" on the screen. The wallpaper was Emily, in my wedding dress, with his chilling caption: "My future Mrs. Chen." The glass shattered in my hand. My entire world shattered with it. The silence in our once-shared home was deafening, the truth a cold, hard slap. This wasn't about business; it was about betrayal, about a life I poured my soul into, stolen and given to someone else. I was ready to vanish, a ghost in my own life. But the rage that simmered beneath my quiet compliance ignited a spark. Now, I wanted something more than to disappear. I wanted justice and I wanted everything back./0/45442/coverorgin.jpg?v=c697dde81af654a95017799c70399e19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled Seduction.
As a writer I'm implored by instinct to put forth pieces of art for people to be entertained, educated, and reason beyond measure. Entangled Seduction is an inspiration of the pattern of nature as regards to romance relative to coercion of money and affluence as has become the norm among the youth within my surrounding. Entangled Seduction introduces a rare combination of love and science as it fathoms a calamity befalling a little city, setting scientists up on heels as they seek to discover the epicenter of a mysterious virus that wreaks havoc, leaving nothing of option but pursuit of a cure. It's Alex and his incredible doctor and revered scientist, Dr. Bell, who connives discreetly to venture into quicksand, and as result, a cure beckons whereas the master of the plot, Alex, smiles in perpetuity albeit in a different form—his clone./0/83727/coverorgin.jpg?v=1570497798e96c746f50ae3cdec24658&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Ruin Her: The Billionaire's Accidental Heiress
The last time I saw my sister, Tiffany, she shoved me in front of a semi-truck. Now, I' m back, reborn, watching her try to drug the ruthless Vegas magnate, Damian Blackwood. This time, I didn't stop her. I even helped, booking the penthouse, just so I could finally watch her crash and burn. But when Damian' s men seized me, not Tiffany, my meticulously crafted revenge plot shattered. He thought I was her, Mistook my unique birthmark for hers, and exacted a terrifying "punishment" that left me pregnant. I was desperate to escape Tiffany's disaster, only to realize I was now trapped in my own. As Tiffany' s delusional claims of marriage and a fake pregnancy spiraled into a lawsuit from Blackwood, I discovered my own terrifying secret. Moments after realizing I was truly pregnant and my life was ruined, Damian' s chief of staff approached me not as an accomplice, but with a question. Then, a revelation: my birthmark was the key to my true identity. I wasn't Chloe, the family failure, but Chloe Van Astor-the long-lost heiress of a rival dynasty, betrothed to Damian from birth. My tormenting "parents" and Tiffany were arrested for kidnapping and fraud, their cruel charade exposed. Damian, the man who nearly destroyed me, emerged as my destined partner. Now, he' s sealed off the Las Vegas Strip, making a public spectacle of his proposal, ready to claim me and our unborn child. My past is over. My real life, as Mrs. Blackwood, begins now./0/87296/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d4ecd4cbfdc366c5a201e61b551e5b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Neglected To New York Queen
"The wedding is back on," my mother' s voice announced, shattering the calm of my Los Angeles penthouse. An arranged marriage to Everette Bryant, a relic from my grandfather' s past, was suddenly my future. I thought I could lean on Danial and Ismael, my childhood friends, my rocks during a mysterious illness. But a new intern, Judi Coffey, had entered our lives, and something felt off. Judi, with her innocent facade, quickly became the center of their universe. She stumbled, she cried, she even deliberately broke my award, all to gain their sympathy. Danial and Ismael, once my protectors, turned their backs, their concern solely for her. "Angelina, what's wrong with you? She's just an intern," Danial accused, his eyes cold. Ismael added, "That was harsh. She's just a kid." Their blind loyalty escalated. Judi' s manufactured crisis, a flat tire, pulled them away, leaving me alone. Later, Danial, enraged by a broken vase, shoved me, causing a head injury. He didn't even notice my allergic reaction, a symptom they once rushed to treat. How could they forget everything? The bee stings, the shellfish allergies, the times they held my hand in the emergency room. The gardenias Danial planted, now the source of my suffering, went unnoticed. I looked at their faces, at the two men I had known my entire life, and saw strangers. My decision was made. I burned our shared memories, resigned from my firm, and put my house up for sale. I was leaving them, all of them, for good./0/84376/coverorgin.jpg?v=55d6330b7b86f40395647b4aa86ab1fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Songbird's Revenge: How I Became His Aunt
Three years ago, I was on top of the world. Engaged to Caleb Scott, pregnant with his child, I, an orphan from foster care, felt like I was living a fairytale at our Belle Meade mansion engagement party. Then, his childhood friend Jennifer Lawrence, a shadow lurking over our relationship, faked a deadly allergic reaction, screaming I had poisoned her drink. Caleb turned on me in an instant, his face contorted with rage, tearing my wedding dress to shreds, yelling for security to drag me out like trash. The next day, he forced me to abort our baby, spitting that a "venomous, scheming woman" like me was unfit to carry a Scott child. He slapped me with aggravated assault charges, leaving me utterly broken, homeless, and facing prison, a pariah in Nashville society. How could he believe such a monstrous lie? How could he destroy my life, our child, without a moment of doubt? Just as I lay shattered in a dark alley, a stranger offered a hand. Now, three years later, I' m back in Nashville, not as his victim, but as Mrs. Andrew Scott… Caleb' s aunt./0/88594/coverorgin.jpg?v=1590b368ca8ef4876c3053785a4d213e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Healing The Billionaire's Heart
He swore never to love again. She can't even bear to be touched. Frederick Reynolds-27, devastatingly handsome, filthy rich, and CEO of one of Australia's top firms-has everything a man could want. Everything... except peace. After being betrayed by the woman he gave his heart to, Frederick now sees women as nothing more than a means to an end. Love? That's off the table-permanently. Catalina Watson, 24, is a gentle soul wrapped in trauma. Working tirelessly to support her struggling family, she hides a dark secret-androphobia, a crippling fear of men that started at just 13. The only male she can tolerate is her younger brother. Two broken souls from two completely different worlds. When fate throws them into each other's lives, sparks fly-not the good kind. He's cold, blunt, and emotionally scarred. She's guarded, terrified, and ready to fight back. But behind the walls they've both built are wounds that just might need each other to heal. Can love grow where pain lives? Can two damaged hearts find strength in each other? Or will the past be too powerful to escape? Get ready for a fiery, emotional rollercoaster filled with secrets, healing, and the kind of passion that burns through the pain./0/22082/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c5512eed339c74bd0458bd1831023dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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HATRED WITH BENEFITS
She made a deal with a devil, He promised her a free existence if she can do whatsoever he wants. She didn't know what you was getting herself into until she signed the contract and her life shattered. He is now her only enemy but with a good benefits. But can she survive an hatred with benefits?/0/32140/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c71fd0325b64390dbeef684b7114790&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unsavory Redemption
Rebecca Morris, Stuck in an undesirable situation of marrying the guy who gave his heart to her sister but her father who thought of her as nothing but contempt, used the situation to his advantage when Ryan Knight proposed to marry his daughter. By using a cheap trick, he finally threw away his disgrace, bounding her life with a guy who loved her sister dearly. Ryan Knight, when left with no choice but to spend his life with a person he doesn't want to, an arousal for revenge to make their lives hell blind him as he swore to break each and every person of the family who deceived him. Starting with his wife who married him knowing that he loves his sister. ...Being ignorant of the fact that all of them are victims of this...../0/32789/coverorgin.jpg?v=facb8cdf307105da42aaf456f8f201ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Royal Maid
Back in the 18th century, a series of wars created havoc in the hearts of different kingdoms. Susan, a young shy brunette was brought into a different kingdom as a maid after a brutal war between her kingdom and the kingdom of Dunab. Captured by the king's men along with other young girls, Susan was subjected into total slavery and placed to work for the royal household. Losing her family to the war, Susan, torn apart by the reality had no other choice but to surrender to this new life of slavery for the rest of her life. New to the kingdom, Susan, sent on an errand by the Queen to a neighboring kingdom, lost her way deep in the woods only for her to cross paths with Prince Alexander, the ravishing handsome prince of Dunab during his daily hunting. It was love at first sight for the both. Susan never knew that Alexander was the prince of the kingdom she served, neither did Alexander have any idea who Susan was. But everything changed during their second encounter during a royal party of Prince Alexander's engagement with Princess Genevieve of Ruhan, a neighboring kingdom. Alexander found himself falling deeply in love with Susan, and no matter how they both tried to stay apart from each other, a force always seemed to pull them together. Will they be able to change the hands of fate? And what happens when their love becomes a path of destruction for Susan./0/84052/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4e780aec8bf396087ac8957f7f4f0ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Love, Too Late For Life
For ten years, Andrew Scott – Drew – was my world. He was my protector, my father' s best friend, who' d raised me after my world shattered. My adoration for him, though, morphed into a love he brutally rejected, sending me away like a problem to be solved. To prove I was more than his ward, I volunteered for a deep-cover CIA mission, ultimately dying for my country. But death wasn't the end. I returned, a spirit, granted seven days to find peace. My only attachment was Drew, and I materialized in his Georgetown home. What I witnessed shattered me. Drew, the man I' d died for, was engaged to Molly, dismissing me as a mere "asset" and accusing me of desertion when I flickeringly appeared. Molly, his fiancée, wasn' t just unconcerned; she actively, sadistically tormented me, savoring my pain as I floated, unseen, through my childhood home. He didn' t see me. He never really had. I was a liability, a game, a ghost of memory. How could the man who raised me, who promised to keep me safe, refuse to see the truth even when I stood before him, the very woman he' d sent to her death? On my last day, my funeral arrived. My casket, draped in a flag, confirmed the unspeakable. And then, I watched as the man I loved finally broke, realizing, too late, the terrible truth of who I was, and what he had lost./0/97679/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2e00d3ab683c526edbc3211e415e291&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Faked Infertility, My Sweet Revenge
I made my husband, Damian, the youngest Chief of Surgery in the country. I built his career from scratch, defying my own family to marry him. Then, he asked me to give our au pair a six-figure salary and a company car. He called me a cold-hearted bitch when I refused, claiming she was a poor single mother of five. But I saw her wearing my missing diamond bracelet and carrying a Chanel bag worth more than my car. He flaunted their affair at a professional conference, calling me a "worthless capitalist princess" while she played the victim. For years, I'd spent a fortune trying to cure his infertility. It was our secret pain. Now, he was using it to justify his affair with a "hyper-fertile" woman he claimed could give him the sons I couldn't. As he stood on stage for his keynote speech, ready to accept an award, I walked past him to the podium. I had my own presentation to share with the live-streamed global audience-a slideshow of their eight-year affair, complete with hotel receipts and bank transfers./0/38305/coverorgin.jpg?v=c49e471c69931595c74fcb3d1a1c2083&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My CEO Husband Pissed Me Off
Two years ago, Bella Jones inexplicably woke up beneath the man. On the same day, the gossip that she was a prostitute went around. She was unable to withstand all kinds of stress. In addition, her studies were interrupted and her family broke down. She had to flee the city after her life was ruined. Two years later, on her first night back in the city, she slept with him again. "You are calling the names of your other clients. Aren’t you horny?" A coin was flipped and landed on the bed. "You are bad in bed. Of course, I will miss other clients. You deserve this price, which is already my respect for your feelings." ........ Years later, in a certain interview, a reporter asked, "Mr. Evans, can you share with us the reason that you chose Miss Jones as your life partner?" "It's simple. That is because my wife has spent a large fortune on the rest of my life."/0/86648/coverorgin.jpg?v=18af9b57d583aaaa954c239ba76ad103&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance, A Lasting Love
The grand hall buzzed, echoing with the promise of my victory at the National Architectural Innovators Gala. My design, "The Spire of Tomorrow," glistened on the screen, a testament to years of dedication. This was the pinnacle, the moment my life was supposed to take off. But then, a cold dread seized me. I had lived this moment before. In another life, I, Sarah Miller, had won, celebrated by my mentor, Daniel Hayes, his smile a perfect mask for the darkness within. That win had been the beginning of my end. He and his protégé, Emily Chen, systematically erased my contributions, claimed my innovations, and then framed me for embezzlement. Publicly disgraced, I lost everything: my career, my home, and worst of all, my brother Michael' s specialized medical care. He deteriorated, and the guilt consumed me. My story ended in a cold, lonely apartment, crushed by failure. How could I have been so blind? How could my mentor, the man who shaped me, betray me so completely? The injustice burned, a bitter taste in my mouth, and I was left with nothing but unanswered questions and seething resentment. But this time, it was different. As the emcee built the suspense on stage, Daniel and Emily smugly confident in the front row, I knew one thing: I would not walk into their trap again. I raised my hand./0/83728/coverorgin.jpg?v=5368d8ab3610484a99e6856bf2ebaace&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Life, A Fiercer Love
The gavel fell, sealing my fate as a spectacle on a hidden auction stage in New Orleans. My once-great family, the Sinclairs, was bankrupt, and my parents had sold me. Just hours before, my fiancé, Liam Vanderbilt, had broken our engagement, his handsome face a mask of pity as he declared a Vanderbilt couldn't be associated with disgrace. Now, I was a piece of property, and the man who bid for me was Jax Devereaux, my lifelong rival. In my first life, I spat at him, screaming I'd rather die than be his charity case. I still believed Liam would save me. I was a fool. My rejection humiliated Jax, and a man named Julian Croft bought me instead. He was a monster, putting a diamond choker around my neck, and my life became a living hell. When Liam saw me later, he laughed, calling me "high-class trash." I learned Jax died trying to save me-the woman who publicly shamed him. The abuse, the betrayal, Jax' s sacrifice… it was too much. I found a way to end it all. Then I woke up, back on that stage, the auctioneer's voice booming: "Jax Devereaux bids one million dollars. Going once…" This time, I didn't hesitate. "I accept." My voice was quiet but clear, cutting through the silence. Jax, typically arrogant, was utterly speechless. He had expected a fight, a scene, another public rejection. He didn't get one. Instead, he got me, and I kissed him, hard and desperate-a silent 'thank you,' 'I'm sorry,' and 'please, don't let Julian get me.' But Julian Croft, the monster from my past, was already banging on Jax's penthouse door, screaming that I was his property. My body trembled, the memories of torture flooding back. How could I escape him again, now that he knew where I was? And what was Julian' s real connection to this horrifying human trafficking ring?/0/46092/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4beb89847a2e60e7f114400331d9a31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seducing My Bestfriend
It sounds like you're describing your appearance with long hair and a pointed nose. It's great that you're feeling confident and happy about your looks! Is there anything else you'd like to share or discuss? It sounds like you have a lot of self-confidence and feel good about your appearance. It can be frustrating when someone interrupts your moment of self-appreciation, as in this case with Manang Lita. Is there anything specific you'd like to talk about or share regarding this situation? It seems like there's some kind of summon or request for you, and you're not too pleased about it. Taking a deep breath before responding is a good way to manage your frustration. Is there more to this situation that you'd like to discuss or any questions you have? It seems like you're taking some time to prepare your appearance before meeting someone important, possibly your father. It's always a good idea to make a positive impression in such situations. Is there anything specific you'd like to discuss or share about this moment? It seems like you've gone downstairs to meet your father, who appears to be in a serious mood. Taking a seat nearby is a respectful way to approach the situation. Is there anything you'd like to talk about or any questions you have regarding this scenario?/0/85026/coverorgin.jpg?v=d534f2d3239af2d8088bb056c64f0acd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Love on Snow Mountain
The hum of the projector was a victory song, my architectural proposal a masterpiece, and the biggest deal of my life was firmly in my grasp. Then, the screen flickered, and my home security feed astonishingly replaced my presentation, broadcasting my husband Liam, in his meditation room, hands caressing another woman. The boardroom went from buzzing with ambition to a suffocating silence, every corporate shark' s eyes boring into me as my perfectly crafted life shattered. I didn't flinch, my professional calm a mask over the searing pain of betrayal, as I coolly ended the meeting, securing the contract with a hand that barely trembled. But once in my car, my first call wasn\'t to Liam; it was to my lawyer, a swift command issuing from my lips: "Start the application for my permanent residency in Switzerland. Immediately."/0/37332/coverorgin.jpg?v=797ca18324ad546ad5873854dcaea20e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
