Romance Books for Women
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THE FAIRY AND THE TWIN SWORDS
On the night of her eighteenth birthday Alice suddenly got proposed to by the legendary prince of Aceland who is soon to be emperor. Although she is the most hated daughter of the family and of her kingdom people wonder why she got a better suitor than anyone would ever get and this causes problems for her and her step sister which nearly caused her her life. Luckily her prince charming, or not so charming prince comes to her aid and takes her away from all the hardships she's facing. But then another hardship awaits her in his kingdom, much more harder than all the hardships she's ever come across. Her finding out she was a fairy and had powers didn't go down well with her, she had to fight and help retrieve the two twin swords which were the soul of the glitz planets and help solve out the undying dispute between two brothers that has lasted for centuries. Will she succeed or fail? And even if she does will she still be able to be together with the man she loves? Why don't you dive into the book and find out yourself?/0/71725/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1bd0789194a83eb8c9853da82c1f413&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Saved By The Mafia Boss.
Ava lost her parents as a teenager and was left in the care of her ruthless older stepbrother, who treats her worse than a slave. For years, she lived as a loyal meek "puppy." In exchange for his debt, her stepbrother sells her to Caleb Morano, the mafia lord who only wants a baby factory.../0/21111/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ac8f2b05fcd7955874bbfbad0f2fdf7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flying high
Scarlett Rose Williams a 21 year old girl who wishes to be a known writer and editor at a well known publishing company. To fulfil this dream she has to move from her hometown leaving behind her family to Newyork city for her university and for her dream job. Scarlett was a bubbly, happy going girl but suddenly she changed herself into this depressed, anti-social Scarlett with fake smiles in front of her family. There is something she is hiding From everyone, a past which is haunting her and demons she is hiding. With a new life, New city and New friends Scarlett feels her old self again but as soon as she feels happy and content, starts to fall for some tall, handsome man with a beard and man bun who can melt her with his brown eyes and can easily look into her soul. Everything started to feel good and right but suddenly she is being stalked by someone and getting attacked and the reason she doesn't know and understand. Follow Scarlett in her journey how she copes up with everything and comes off as a strong woman, dodging everything which stops her and makes her vulnerable. A story mix of love, friendship, drama and suspense./0/85352/coverorgin.jpg?v=084101ffbf4058a0921a263ad10d5c73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man Who Faked His Own Death
The sterile white walls of the hospital room were my first sight, a blinding canvas reflecting the nothingness inside me. Just days ago, I was Scarlett, a nurse, a wife; now, I was a widow, grieving the hero firefighter who died saving me from our burning home. My childhood friend, Liam, found me after my desperate attempt to escape the crushing silence left behind, dragging me back to a life I didn't want. As I struggled for water, voices drifted from the hall-Mark, my husband' s colleague, and then him. "You're a lucky bastard," Mark chuckled. "A hero's funeral, the whole nine yards." "It was a lot of work," came the casual reply. "Had to make sure the dental records were switched, get the right uniform on the dummy. The gas line explosion covered the rest." It was Ryan. My dead husband. Alive. My breath hitched as I heard him dismiss my suicide attempt as "unfortunate" before explaining his elaborately faked death: it was all to leave me for Ava, his brother's widow. The man I died for, the hero I mourned, was a liar, a coward, who hadn't saved me from a fire but thrown me into one. My love curdled into scorching betrayal. He didn't just abandon me; he erased me, making my deep grief seem like a pathetic joke. In the shattering silence, as Liam, with his kind, honest eyes, rushed to my side, a wild, desperate idea ignited in the ruins of my heart. "Liam," I rasped, "do you remember what you asked me, a long time ago, under the old oak tree by the lake?" "Is the offer still on the table?" I asked, looking directly at the man who had always been my anchor. This wasn't about love. It was about pure, unadulterated defiance. This was about proving that the old Scarlett was dead, but a new, unbreakable woman had risen from the ashes he left behind. I would not be his victim. I would live, and I would erase every last trace of Ryan Miller from my life./1/104819/coverorgin.jpg?v=87e0a53e93705768c85a8bb65da88c50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Sent Them to Hell
Melanie had been in a secret relationship with her best friend's brother, Ethan, for five years, and finally, he agreed to make it public. Her best friend excitedly called to confirm, "Melanie, I can't believe my brother's sweetheart is you..." Just as she was about to nod, she heard her friend say, "Half-sister? I thought he would like you." That single sentence hit Melanie like a ton of bricks. In a frenzy, she rushed to the company to confront Ethan for clarification. Unexpectedly, she overheard him confessing his deep feelings to his half-sister. "Rosalyn, you're the only one I love," he declared. "Marrying her was just to protect you. Keeping her nearby ensures she won't dig into her mother's accident and won't harm you!" Upon discovering the truth, Melanie decided to accept the marriage to turn the tables on him. However, after obtaining the marriage certificate, she realized she might have married the wrong person... Before she could regret it, Ethan's rival, swept her into his arms. "You think you can just up and leave after tying the knot?"/0/83081/coverorgin.jpg?v=2719531a147dd576ff0075c558537a83&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The $75,000 Test
My life was perfectly normal. I was Chloe, working an entry-level marketing job, struggling like any other recent grad. When my $75,000 "bonus" (actually a secret trust fund distribution) landed, my boyfriend, Ethan, immediately had an extravagant idea: buy his mom a luxury SUV, and he needed exactly that amount for the down payment. He claimed his money was "locked up." Then, my boss, Ms. Albright, magically appeared at the dealership, publicly shaming me for not supporting my boyfriend's grand gesture. It felt off, but I gave Ethan a second chance. He invited me on a romantic coastal trip. But the "romantic" drive turned into a nightmare. In the middle of a torrential storm, he pulled over at a deserted gas station. When I came out, the car, and Ethan, were gone. My phone rang. It was him. His voice was cold, chilling: "Transfer the seventy-five thousand dollars to my account. This is a test of your commitment. If you don't, you'll be stranded." My heart dropped. The car, Ms. Albright, the "locked" money – it was all a meticulously planned trap. He abandoned me in a life-threatening storm, for money. I was furious, humiliated, freezing, and utterly alone, with a dead phone. How could the man I loved betray me like this? How naive had I been? But even soaked and shivering, a cold resolve settled in. He thought he could exploit my kindness and leave me for dead? He had no idea who he was messing with. I sent one last desperate message to my father before my phone died. And then, I found my strength. Ethan Miller was about to learn a very hard lesson about underestimating "just Chloe."/0/67183/coverorgin.jpg?v=ebbf2edbf02d9a93d866ad421a9aad35&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's unexpected heir
I slammed my fists against my temples, the pain shooting through my skull like a jagged lightning bolt. "What's wrong with you, Hailey?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the hospital room walls. "Why can't you remember? Just remember who you were!" The machines surrounding me sprang to life, their beeps and alarms blaring in a cacophony of sound. My heart rate spiked, and my hormones surged, sending my body into a frenzy. Suddenly, a flurry of white coats burst into the room. Nurses rushed to my side, their faces etched with concern. One of them quickly injected a sedative into my IV, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. As the darkness closed in, I caught a glimpse of the nurses' worried faces, their mouths moving in slow motion as they spoke words I couldn't quite hear. The machines continue to beep and whirl, their sounds fading into the distance as I succumbed to the darkness./0/86650/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212239&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fallen Star: A Wife's Betrayal
The auction hall was a tomb, suffocating me with the hum of self-important whispers. My mother' s guitar, the last tangible piece of her, gleamed mockingly under a harsh spotlight. Then I saw them: Dylan, my wife' s childhood friend, his arm possessively around Maya, my wife. They smirked. Moments later, the auctioneer announced the bidding for the guitar, and my wife' s friend, Dylan, a man I despised, countered my desperate bid with escalating relish. I emptied my shattered bank account, pouring every last cent into reclaiming a piece of my soul, only to have the win feel hollow. That night, Maya dismissed it as "just an old guitar" while scrolling through her phone, a tight, cold smile on her face. The next day, the public backlash against Dylan was brutal, twisted by media fanfare, leading him to attempt suicide. Maya relayed this with chilling detachment, a calculating glint in her perfect, elegant eyes, confirming my suspicions. A week later, on the anniversary of my mother' s death, Maya announced a surprise: a private exhibition to "honor" her. A knot of dread twisted in my stomach, confirming my fears. The gallery walls were lined with massive, horrifying photographs from my mother' s fatal car accident-mangled metal, shattered glass, a single bloodstained shoe. The exhibition title, "The Fallen Star," was a cruel mockery. Maya watched me, a faint, triumphant smile playing on her lips, expecting me to break. My mother' s sacrifice, her dignity, laid bare for public consumption. "One million," I stated, cutting through their murmurs, my voice clear and steady, not for a single photo, but for each. Maya' s smile vanished. Her composure shattered. It was then, amidst the gasps and sick excitement, surrounded by vultures, that I realized I was trapped in her twisted game, my pain her performance, her cruelty boundless. Why? Why would my own wife do this to me? Why inflict such calculated, public agony on the anniversary of my mother's death? As Maya, flanked by Dylan, announced the auction would proceed for the entire collection, promising a "personal story from me about the deceased" with every bid, the horrifying truth dawned: this wasn't just a spectacle; it was a torture session, and my mother' s memory was the weapon. She cold-heartedly revealed freezing my accounts, leaving me with nothing – turning my final act of defiance into a public display of financial ruin. But as I knelt among the shattered fragments of my mother' s jade pendant-a sacred relic Maya had maliciously thrown to the floor-a profound shift occurred. The pain, the humiliation, the utter desecration of my mother' s memory, ignited a cold, hard resolve within me. I had nothing left to lose. I made a call, a desperate gamble on a forgotten connection, a titan of industry whose private number I' d clung to for years. It was time to fight back./0/93139/coverorgin.jpg?v=01cd07f295a31581c83fca46382dbfcb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Two of us
Kavya Kapoor has everything-beauty, wealth, and the ruthless drive that built her empire, Kavya's Glow, into one of Los Angeles' top beauty brands. She's flawless, untouchable... until her carefully curated life shatters with four little words from her mother: "You're getting married." The groom? Gerald Van Dyke-arrogant, magnetic, and heir to one of America's most powerful families. He's as infuriating as he is irresistible, and he wants nothing to do with this arrangement either. But their parents are determined to unite two empires, no matter the cost. What begins as an arranged marriage neither of them wants quickly spirals into a dangerous game of pride, passion, intoxicating hunger,and forbidden desire. Gerald's bold, public proposal sparks a fire that even Kavya can't control, while every clash between them only fuels the magnetic pull simmering beneath their hostility. Behind the glittering façades and flashing cameras, powerful forces are pulling strings. Family secrets, hidden agendas,and a legacy bigger than both of them threaten to turn their sham of a union into something far more dangerous... and far more intoxicating./0/83730/coverorgin.jpg?v=f04e2cf55fb20854a2d6c79de813e62e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruelest Game
For three torturous years, I lived as a ghost in my own life. Haunted by the car crash I believed killed my sister, Savannah, and crippled her boyfriend, Ethan, I dedicated myself to his care. He was my tormentor, using my guilt as his chain. Then, one stormy night, I walked into a honky-tonk bar and heard the laughter. It was Ethan, boasting to his friends: "Three whole years she's bought it. Wiping my ass, feeding me like a baby, all because she thinks she crippled me." My world didn't just crack; it shattered when I saw him stand and dance. His paralysis was a lie. My three years of devotion, his meticulous act of revenge. He didn't stop there. He moved me to a dusty tack room, forced me to watch him replace my sister, and then, in a sadistic climax, lured me to a hunting cabin. There, he and his friends humiliated me, filming my terror. Broken, I faked my own death, escaping to Oregon, shedding my identity to become Anna. I found love and a future, finally breathing again. But fate has a cruel sense of irony. Ethan, now truly paralyzed by psychosomatic trauma triggered by my "death," was sent to a clinic in my new city. Our eyes met across a busy street, and his desperate cry, "Sarah!" tore through my new life. He tried to control me again, but I was no longer the girl he broke. Standing tall with the man I loved, I unleashed three years of silenced truth. "You killed Savannah," I declared, exposing his role in her desperation. "And the hunting cabin? You filmed that for amusement!" He stared, utterly defeated, as the truth of his monstrous acts finally consumed him. This time, I didn't run. I stood defiant, free, ready to marry the man who showed me what true love was. My past was behind me, and my own future, filled with quiet happiness, had just begun./1/100277/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4fea1fdc9d0fa68fb8662fe22e4b1f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forced to Marry my Ex-Boyfriend's Psychopath Older Brother
"I should have refused." I shook my head, my eyes sweeping towards the silver eyed devil standing before me, with no ounce of guilt or remorse in his eyes. "I should have never married you." "That hurts my feeling." That was a cruel joke, because we both know that he doesn't even have feelings to begin with. "But there isn't any man who could love you like I do; not even Thorne." I paused when his long, cold index finger trailed my face stopping at my lips, and his eyes met mine again. They were dark... with lust. "Fuck you." I muttered with hate and anger dripping in my voice. "I believe even right now, all you want is me." He mused and he wasn't wrong, because he never said I couldn't leave. Yet, I found myself staying, and hoping he would change. "And all that completes me is you." I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine. *** Eden Montclair is your everyday surgeon who tries to get by every surgery without complications, she has created high hopes for herself that she would inherit her grandmother's hospital. She soon finds out that the hospital was dying and they might need to merger it with the biggest healthcare foundation in the country, only on the condition that her little sister, Evangeline marries the heir to the foundation. Eden's life soon falls into chaos when Evangeline ran away to avoid that fate, and now Eden is in the front line to marry the Heir of the Adler Foundation. Theron Adler. A cold-blooded and precise surgeon, who doesn't have many interests in life, and a diagnosed psychopath. That's not all, he is also the elder brother of her ex-boyfriend and they both had history together./0/40254/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d0fde1634869d1188e608a99eb4e05e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced from a paralytic
Brianna wanted to tell her husband some incredible news, she didn't expect him to leave. Two years later, she is divorced and working at a company. Her husband buys the place, not knowing he would find his ex-wife. She discovers her ex-husband paralyzed. And he finds out about Brianna's daughter. What will happen?/0/25654/coverorgin.jpg?v=416070a6c7d3f938618299357e758b19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WALTZ OF ROSES
How much pain would two individuals from different worlds endure for love? ****** Struggling for acceptance and find genuine love from her homophobic mother, Sofia Leone meets the infamously savage multi-billionaire heiress, Sena Lewis on an unexpected encounter that would change their views about love and sacrifice. Will they get what they truly desire? Are they the final missing piece in each other's life? ****** Waltz of Roses - Fire & Ice is the first of a Romantic Drama Series between two individuals from different worlds who struggle to find reason why their stars just don't align. More than a romantic story between two female leads, it tackles certain aspects of reality that many people go through regardless of gender, race, ethnicity, and more. Along the way, you'll find translations of the languages used in the book. I hope you enjoy reading! Thank you./0/99304/coverorgin.jpg?v=807670f61b72996e3e1f023c7ac9dbc3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Dumped her Fiancé after he Postponed their wedding Ten Times
After Anna Briggs had been kidnapped, she developed aphasia. Despite the swirling rumors, Braeden Hayes stood by her side unwaveringly. He even defied the pressure and swiftly announced their engagement and built her an idyllic estate-a utopia crafted just for her. It was universally said that Braeden cherished Hank as his own life. Yet, he had postponed their wedding nine times for various reasons. On the eve of their tenth wedding attempt, Anna accidentally overheard news of Braeden's engagement to another woman. "Are you really planning to keep Hank in the dark forever? Luckily for your quick thinking, you managed to pull off nine weddings without a hitch." Anna's blood ran cold instantly. After discovering the truth, she did nothing but quietly leave. Then she set the estate ablaze and vanished without a trace. Braeden, however, went mad searching for her everywhere. "Anna, I really can't live without you. Please come back with me, won't you?" Braeden's pleas were abject, like a dog fawning for scraps./0/55179/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6da487e23601d20d11264b70976f2b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE AWAKENING OF THE AZURA
As the anger and frustration built up inside me, I felt something snap. A surge of raw, intense energy coursed through my veins, and I could feel a radiant glow enveloping me. The air around me crackled with power, and I knew something was happening, something beyond my control. In that moment of sheer emotional intensity, I felt a shift within me. My consciousness merged with another, ancient and powerful. The boundaries between us blurred, and I realized I was not alone in my body. The Goddess Azura, dormant within me, responded to my distress and awakened. My eyes flashed with a divine light, and I felt a surge of confidence and strength unlike anything I had ever known. The bullies, sensing the sudden change, retreated in fear, realizing they had awakened something far beyond their understanding. I stood there, transformed, aware of my newfound power and the presence of Azura within me. I felt taller, stronger, imbued with the essence of the Goddess herself. I was no longer the same person; I was Elysia, vessel of Azura's power, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead./0/36361/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5f76f277142d5428184d5d0f58f4748&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son
Being rejected by one organisation to another was Melanie Watson, she graduated from the state university exactly three years ago but couldn't secure a job because of her poor diploma. She couldn't stopped job hunting because of the loan she's going to refund in few weeks time. She borrowed some money from a fiercely casino to sponsor her education and she's to refund the money in three folds. A few weeks to the allotted time, Melanie was offered a babysitting job. She hasn't met with the baby she's going to babysit before she requested a year's advance payment. How will she cope when she gets to the mansion and realise that the boy she's going to babysit is not just a boy, but Archie Gordon, a thirteen years old boy who resents his father with passion? Melanie found herself stuck between the father and son discomfort that she was going to face for the next year. How will she cope when she found herself falling in love with Alfred Gordon and she's to choose between the broken son who wants her attention and the father who wants nothing but her love?/0/71726/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf1126b267ee828961ec7ef66ab3cd41&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FAE MARKED
In a world where the supernatural has stepped out of the shadows, Clara is one of the few who stand between humankind and the deadly creatures lurking in plain sight. As an enforcer for the Guild, she's trained to keep Otherworld beings in check-but when she's assigned to steal the Dark Prince of the Fae's crown, she knows she's walking into a death trap. With secrets buried deep in her past and a thirst for vengeance against the Fae who murdered her family, Clara is prepared for danger-but nothing can prepare her for Ryan, the Dark Prince himself. Deadly, seductive, and impossibly powerful, he sees through her deception with a single touch. Now, bound by magic and caught in a web of betrayal, Clara must play a dangerous game of survival. As forbidden desires ignite and the lines between enemy and ally blur, Clara faces an impossible choice: betray the Guild, or surrender to the darkness calling her name. But in a world where power is everything, can she afford to lose herself to the most dangerous Fae of all?/0/21112/coverorgin.jpg?v=93fcbcb0b696b7d78d42ed86ed7961b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cursed Prince's Elixir
My life was pretty much simple before all these, Well maybe not that simple but simple anyway... I wasn't your typical Princess of the castle instead I was more or less like the fairytale Cinderella only that I never did really have a Prince charming up until now.. To cut it all short, I am suddenly entangled in a Royal mess.. They say I am the Sheba, probably the last, and the cure to the Prince's curse not to feel— His elixir, because somehow I've been blessed by the goddess with a pure heart and special powers. And this is too much for me to bear, especially now that I might be falling in love with this prince that is Cursed to an heart of ice!/0/85353/coverorgin.jpg?v=d730ce2d39b1ce6e0cdf8717c649107d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pixelated Promises, Shattered Dreams
For seven years, I poured my soul into "Pixelated Promises," a game that was meant to be the living embodiment of my love story with Liam. I envisioned it as the grand finale, the pixelated masterpiece that would finally lead to his proposal. But at the biggest gaming convention of the year, my world shattered as I watched him on the main stage, showcasing my game, rebranded as "Digital Destiny," with his ex-girlfriend, Sophia, at his side. My characters, my art, my life's work-all presented as her vision, while Liam stood by, beaming, completely oblivious to the dawning horror on my face. He dismissed my pain, my betrayal, and every question I had, brushing it all off as "just a rebranding" for "the good of the project" because Sophia had a "huge following." He even had the audacity to suggest that since I "hated the spotlight," I should just "lend" her my life' s work. Later, I overheard conversations confirming my worst fears: Liam and Sophia' s collaboration wasn't new; it was a premeditated plan spanning years, and I was just a temporary placeholder until his "real love" was available. My seven-year relationship, my dreams, my very identity-all crumbled into dust, proving I had been nothing more than a convenient tool. Adding insult to injury, he exploited my critical illness, diagnosed just weeks prior, to manipulate me into continuing to provide technical support for their game. Then, I stumbled upon a file on our shared server: "Sophia_Game_Proposal_V1.docx," a document containing my deeply personal design notes from five years ago-notes I hadn' t even shared with him-now stolen and claimed as Sophia' s "inspiration." When confronted, Liam, with sickening nonchalance, asked me to "just let it go" for Sophia's sake, utterly oblivious to the fact that I was dying. That night, amidst the hollow celebrations for "Digital Destiny," I sent Liam a final text: "We're done. Don't contact me." The next morning, he showed up at my door, feigning shock at the breakup, and then, in a desperate, performative gesture, knelt and proposed with a diamond ring. But his theatrical display meant nothing; the man I loved had already stolen everything from me. When he stumbled upon my medical report, confirming my terminal illness, he crumbled, blaming Sophia, begging for forgiveness. Yet, his tears were too late; the man I had loved for seven years had left me with nothing but ashes. I was done fighting not for myself, but for the devastated faces of my parents, I agreed to one last, futile treatment. In the faint light of an old arcade, surrounded by the ghosts of our past, I calmly told Liam, "We had a good dream once, Liam. It was a beautiful promise," accepting the end with quiet dignity./0/82433/coverorgin.jpg?v=28b2fea846cf4a1903e9211060bd1349&imageMogr2/format/webp)
