Romance Books for Women
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Seven ways to love a dangerous man
NOTE: 18+ ONLY! It is okay for ladies to approach or get the man they want, before it's too late...This is the story of a circle of women, bound by fate and desire, who became friends since they had similar dates! Each of them fell for dangerous men. Instead of running away from the fire, they chose to chase it. Ignoring their backgrounds and other things that make them unworthy of them./0/18207/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0568eb6f50756ab9835ffd865c6e8f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Grieving Hearts
Agustin DeLuca looked at the photos infront of him, rage burning through his veins, as he watched his wife in someone else's arms. ~~~~ He was one of the most renowned businessman of the country, know for his ruthlessnes and arrogance. He prided himself for being good at reading people like an open book, he thought nothing goes unseen from his scrutinizing eyes, yet the irony, he couldn't see the truth of his own wife when inoccence was written all over her face, vulnerability swirling in her doe eyes, silently begging for him to believe her. He lost everything that mattered to him two years back, because he chose to trust the wrong person, but now that he knows the truth, there is nothing he won't do to get her back, nothing. 'Get ready Onika DeLuca , I am coming,' he said to himself, determination shining in his orbs, holding a dark promise. ~~~~ "I promise you, the face I remember before dying will be yours, the last thing I will wish to see will be you, whether it is today, tomorrow or fifty years from now." -Agustin DeLuca. ................... MATURE CONTENT- Not really sure about that, there are few intimate scenes but nothing that mature./0/86570/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7ae58f1c773e916177d3926a4193b7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I'm Not Blind Anymore!
The screech of tires, then a blinding impact. I shoved my fiancée, Chloe, out of the way, taking the full force of the crash. I woke in darkness, my world reduced to a black void. "I can't see," I whispered, panic rising. Chloe promised she' d be my eyes, my guide, my unwavering support, swearing we'd still marry. I clung to her words, my only light in that crushing darkness. Weeks later, a flicker. A tiny spark in the blackness. My sight was returning, painstakingly slow, but I kept it a secret. I became an observer in my own home, a blind man who could see everything. And what I saw shattered my world. One evening, Chloe' s brother-in-law, Ryan, came for dinner. I watched, pretending to be oblivious, as he snaked his arm around Chloe' s waist, pulling her close. Then he kissed her. A deep, hungry kiss. She kissed him back. My fiancée. Later, from the couch, pretending to be asleep, I heard their whispers from the balcony. "The accident was a stroke of genius, Ry. It worked better than we could have hoped." My blood ran cold. "He's so dependent now," Chloe sneered. "A blind fool. He signed over power of attorney to me last week." Ryan' s voice, greedy, "And the inheritance from his parents?" "Massive," she breathed. "Once we're married, it's all ours." The car crash wasn't an accident. They tried to kill me, or at least incapacitate me, for my money. My love for her died. The betrayal was a physical blow, leaving only cold, hard fury. They thought they had broken me. They thought I was a helpless victim. They were wrong. I would continue to be the blind man, observe their treachery, and on our wedding day, I would bring it all crashing down. This wasn't just about justice. This was about revenge./0/40734/coverorgin.jpg?v=c67a2d522d7e51818b222b7e6755aa22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Her Two Lives: From Maine to Manhattan
I was a simple fisherman from Maine. I saved a girl named Izzy from a shipwreck, and in her amnesia, we built a pure, simple love. We promised each other forever by the salty sea. Years later, the woman who looked exactly like my Izzy, now the formidable heiress Isabelle Sterling, summoned me to New York. But this Isabelle was cold, distant, and chillingly allowed her aggressive fiancé, Preston, to repeatedly brutalize me. She kept me confined in her luxurious penthouse, a gilded cage far from my home. Preston had me beaten in an alley, smashed my jaw, and even framed me for assault, sending me to Rikers Island for a brutal month. Isabelle watched, seemingly unmoved, later bringing me back only to keep me under her watchful eye. My health was failing, constant headaches and blurred vision plaguing me, but I clung to the hope that my real Izzy was truly out there, fighting for her family, plotting our reunion. "My Izzy would never abandon me," I' d whisper, constantly denying this powerful, callous Isabelle was the girl I loved. Why was she letting this happen to me? Was the Izzy I knew gone, or just buried under layers of New York ambition? Then, at a glittering gala, as Isabelle triumphantly exposed Preston' s crimes and shockingly announced our engagement, he screamed the devastating truth: "She IS Izzy! She abandoned you for power! And she' s using you again!" The world spun, my carefully constructed reality crumbled, and the full weight of her betrayal, coupled with a crushing pain, brought me to my knees./0/84380/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe6a6a44e1efb9a77e8220e87099bcbd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Swamp Fire: A Trucker's Justice
I pushed my rig across forty-eight states for a year, eating at truck stops and sleeping in the cab, all to save for a home with my wife, Jenny. Returning home, bone-deep tired but finally holding our savings, I found the house too clean, Jenny wasn't there, and a small tag on her car keys led me to a high-end car wash. There, an attendant greeted me by name, confirming Jenny's "Platinum" status and frequent visits, which made no sense given her short commute, and a cold dread started to settle in. The truth exploded when I checked her car's GPS: thousands of miles logged to a luxury hotel, a cocktail lounge, and even a distant casino, all during my brutal year on the road, leaving me reeling in disbelief as I saw a fresh hickey on her neck, and then found a trash bag full of empty men' s cologne boxes and high-end boutique receipts. How could the woman I' d sacrificed everything for betray me so completely, then feign innocence and turn the entire town against me when her lover announced she was pregnant with his child? Humiliated and backed into a corner, I knew I had to fight back./0/22431/coverorgin.jpg?v=c890d7d5e9815129a4db7719e2552a8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The American (A Forbidden Love Story)
"What!" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep rude voice. "You hit me, which caused my coffee to spill all over me," I say, pointing out the obvious. "So, what do you want me to do about it," He speaks like he has done nothing wrong "You are supposed to say sorry," I say in a duh tone "And why should I." "Because that is what people with manners do." "I know that, but you don't deserve sorry from me." "Wow, really, and why is that." "Because black bitches like you don't deserve it." "I have told you times without number to stop calling me that," I say getting angry with his insults "Make me," Ethan says, taking a dangerous step closer to me. I don't say anything, but hiss and walk past him. I don't know why I even expected him to say anything better. It is Ethan, after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story about two people who knew how to express the word hate more than anything else to one another. Ethan hates Adina more than anything in the world and would give anything to see her perish into thin air. While on the other hand Adina could careless about Ethan other than the fact that she won't let him walk all over her with his arrogant character. What happens when a big incident changes all that. How do these two different people deal with a feeling that is supposed to be forbidden to feel for the each other. Read to find out how the person you hate the most is the one person you can love the most./0/84693/coverorgin.jpg?v=f916ec4e46f3f218612d917163405f7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In the name of vows
They've spent years at each other's throats billionaire CEO Adrian Kellerham and Outspoken, spoilt Christine Paige daughter of Top conglomerate current CFO. Rivals in business, nemesis from birth . So when CHRISTINE father announces she's being married to him she has no choice but to agree because it depends on her inheritance and fully taking over of the company DREAMSPACE. Can she fight against it or marry the man she hates./0/54970/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2e60c90211baa4214ae0e5ecce32397&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO's Wife's Affair
In the glittering world of social life filled with wealth and power, there is a story of an affair that shakes the foundations of a business empire. Behind closed doors, in a magnificent villa on the outskirts of town, a story of forbidden romance is woven that deceives the eyes of the world. This is the story of the infidelity of the wife of a billionaire CEO who is caught in a spider web of lies and unstoppable desires./0/80000/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193137&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Phone Call That Unraveled My Life
I was stuck. Ten years. Ten years married to Ethan, and now he looked at me like inconvenient furniture. My sister, Jessica, stood there, a smirk on her face, demanding my grandmother’s antique necklace for her “career-making audition.” Ethan, my husband, the man I loved, told me she needed it. His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth. He was sleeping with her, with Jessica, my own sister. And he didn't even bother to hide it anymore. When I finally whispered "No," his eyes narrowed. "Don't be difficult, Sarah. It's just a necklace," he sneered. He dismissed my pain, ridiculed my anger. I tried to divorce him, but he just laughed, "You're mine, Sarah. Don't forget that." I was trapped, defeated, retreated to the dusty attic, my sanctuary of forgotten things. How could the man I married, the boy who wrote clumsy love poems, become this monster? This cold, controlling stranger who openly cheated with my sister and wouldn't let me go. Was there any escape from this personal hell? Any way to reclaim the life he had stolen? Then, my old college phone, a relic I hadn't touched in years, flickered to life. A desperate, wild thought struck me as I saw his old number. What if? I dialed. A young, hesitant voice answered, "Hello?" It was him. Ethan. Nineteen. My Ethan./0/31661/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad1dc1c4c8e0e0ce40dcb5c98544998a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SCARED TO LOVE
Leo, the most dangerous and fearful mafia leader comes in contact with Clara, a scholarship student in his school. Their first meeting wasn't pleasant, Clara did what nobody has ever done to him, not to talk of an ordinary girl like her. He was furious and he would have killed her instantly but he didn't. Everyone was surprised by his action, it was the first time he hesitated to kill anyone that crosses his or her boundary. Why did he spare her? Clara in search for a job got found one, she was to work as an housemaid, the pay was really enticing. It was more than her mother's earns and it came with lot of bonuses. One of the criteria for the job was that she had to live in the house and was only permitted to go home during weekends . She didn't have a problem with that likewise her mum and sister. Little did she know what await her. The two had gone through trauma because of this word " Love", Leo lost his mother and his only sister because of love. Clara on the other hand lost her dad because of love and has sworn never to never to have anything to do with the Mafias. Now fate brings the both of them together. Did fate make a big mistake?. Two people who has sworn never to love, Fate must have really made a mistake by bringing them together. Did they fall in love?./0/81408/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a3b42cdb2d191fb13bda4c18d273259&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Regret, My Horizon
It was our seventh wedding anniversary. Seven cars, seven apologies, one for each endless week she spent with him. My wife, Olivia, hummed, zipping up a suitcase clearly packed for Julian. "Don't forget to check out the new car, Ethan. It's a beauty," she said, her usual dismissive, cool kiss brushing my cheek. But this year was different. Julian called, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He explained Olivia had cut their trip short because he was "unwell." Then, he flashed his phone at me: Olivia, sun-kissed and laughing, vigorously rubbing sunscreen onto his bare back on a yacht. The date stamp on the photo? The exact day I was in the hospital with a stab wound and a concussion, after waiting hours for her to call. She was unreachable, I now knew, because she was with him. Every shiny apology car, every yearly 'trip' she took, suddenly felt like a cruel, calculated mockery. I wasn't her husband. I was her conveniently understanding placeholder. A gilded cage, built around my dreams of freedom. Yet, this time, there was no sting, no usual pain, just a flat, dull line. Three months ago, I' d booked a one-way ticket to Austin. Divorce papers lay signed on the dining table, waiting for her. My new life began the second her Uber pulled away./0/33069/coverorgin.jpg?v=76384459323fd4de4fcf348708e96539&imageMogr2/format/webp)
RUTHLESS MAFIA BOSS POSSESSION
Bluey Walton, a girl who spent four years of her life in coma. She eventually woke up but with lost memories. In a quest to start over again, she moved to Italy with her mother and abusive father. Her life would have been normal again but unfortunately, she was captured by the Mafia men. Bluey was forced to work for the Mafia boss. From rule breaking to passion and stealing to seduction. Through the circumstances that surrounded her, she was compelled to find out what happened four years ago and when she did, she found out she bore a son for the Mafia boss./0/19459/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2aba21717480af2d50956d6bf71158d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TRIO LOVE STORY
"Ahhh. Let go of me you pervert!" Kalen shouted right to his face as she tried to pull out her wrist from Jackson's tight grip. 'Pervert?! No one ever called me that!’ Jackson fumed at that thought. Indeed no one ever did that to Jackson. Maybe because he never did that to anyone. Now, Kalen ticked him off. Jackson's face immediately turned red as what Kalen said really made him upset. Kalen got scared again because that is the same face on his face when he kissed her earlier. 'Oh no!’ Kalen screams in her mind. "Pervert? Let go of you?. In your dream!. I’ll show you what a pervert would do” Then Jackson kissed her again and again. Kalen's head moves left and right, right and left, to avoid his kiss. "Stop mm.. mm kissing.. me!" Kalen shouted words barely out of her mouth because Jackson kept on kissing her. Few minutes passed. Now both of them panting, gasping for air again. "Let go of me!" Kalen said within her gritted teeth. She is trying to get up, but both of her wrists are tightly pinned by Jackson. Her eyes were full with anger. "I will. Apologies to me first" Jackson said. Her fiery angry eyes didn’t weaken Jackson even a little bit. Instead, he doubled or maybe more his intense gaze on her. "Why should.. Okay.. I'm sorry.." Kalen was about to complain but under Jackson's stern gaze, she knew she had to compromise. "Apology accepted. Now, be a good girl. You have to obey from this moment.." Jackson got cut off by Kalen protests outburst "Why should I obey you?. I'm not your employee nor girlfriend or wife!" "Seriously, you want me to do it again?" Jackson said as his face got closer, his warning was so obvious. "Humm.. Okay. Okay. I'll listen to you" Again Kalen compromised. ‘You perverted jerk!’ She cursed in her mind. "Good. Now go back home. I'll send someone to pick you up at 5" Jackson ordered her. She nodded like a good and well behaved puppy. Jackson satisfied and patted her head gently said "Good girl". Jackson got off her, he then straightened his coat, crossed his leg, casually playing his phone as if nothing happened. That is where everything begin.. Can they have the happiness that everyone deserved?... Can they walk through the challenges destined in their life?... Will they stay together until the very end of the time?... This is the story of three young women who had their destiny and fate entangled with another three young men. Join their journey and start read now!... #Trio_Love_Story #Book_1 ⚠️ Disclaimer : All the copyright of the photos that had been using in the BOOK COVER is belong to it’s owner./0/82816/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ce45801ae33acb14871845dbf3edcb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not His Second Choice Anymore
I woke up in 1982, my 22-year-old body buzzing with memories of a 72-year marriage to Mark Johnson. This was my second chance. Today was the day Mark proposed in our past life, and my heart beat with familiar hope, ready to relive our perfect love story. I found him at the town gathering, my heart leaping. But he wasn't looking for me. Instead, Mark went straight to Bree Thompson, his confident smile fixed on her. Then, loud enough for everyone, he asked her out. My treasured memory, my entire hope, shattered instantly. That perfect marriage, all those cherished moments, felt poisoned. He was reborn too, and he clearly wanted someone else. Public humiliation, malicious accusations, and finally, deliberately snapping my guitar string right before my talent show performance-his cruelty knew no bounds. My beautiful past was ruined. Was our entire 72-year marriage a lie? Was I just a convenient second choice? The rage and disbelief at this changed man consumed me. Why was he so intent on destroying me? Why did he hate the life we' d built? The confusion was a constant ache. But defiance sparked. I sang acapella, winning a demo deal. Enraged, Mark dropped his charade, spewing venom about how I'd held him back. "We're done!" I declared, finally seeing the selfish parasite he always was. This was my true second chance: to embrace my music, my freedom, and my own splendid future./0/24465/coverorgin.jpg?v=daf0d0a2434c5367ba407d53dfefef3a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl With Lycan Blood
My back ran into the wood door as he held my arms at my side, my breath heavy and my knees weak. "Say it." He demanded. I shook my head and tried to free myself from his strong hold, but I had no luck. "I said say it!" He shouted again. I looked him dead in the eye as his grip on my wrists tightened. "No." I shake my head slightly, praying he would let go. "Anna I said-" "I won't reject you!" Annalee Evens watched her pack burn to the ground after her parents, the Alpha and Luna, died in a rouge attack along with her brother and sister. The pack never truly healed, and the pain of loosing them ruined her. She will no longer stay there in her sorrows, she is going to leave, even if that means becoming rouge. But her journey is cut short when she meets her mate, the Alpha with a temper, and with secrets. Anna will not only discover things about her mate, but dangerous aspects of herself./0/19772/coverorgin.jpg?v=19a1b6eb90689ac043225894d0a96266&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HER BABY’S SECRET
HER BABY’S SECRET Are we best friends or meant to be together? Minutes went by, that was the longest minutes of my life. My heart was beating hard against my chest. I felt like it was going to burst anytime soon. The result and how I would break it down to Busayomi without her getting mad stirred panic within me. I was scared. I closed my eyes as she picked the strip. I could feel her eyes on me. "I.. think..this is good news." She said but my heart broke at her words. It is really bad news if it's positive. "You're pregnant." She said happily. No..no..no..my heart beat skipped two beats at a time. Suddenly I went into hyperventilating mode! And I couldn't control it. What do you do when you don't know how you feel? What do you do when you can't possibly let go of what you feel? What do you do when you can't confess your feelings just because you don't wanna ruin a long time friendship? And all you do is to make him happy! Then what happens when you find out you're pregnant but you can't tell it to the father of your child? Read the story of two best friends./1/101745/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6bafd2018f3e9da8c3e6be7cf6bc11d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dying On My Own Terms
I loved Dozier McCarthy with a madness that terrified him. So when his new girlfriend accused me of pushing her down the stairs, he didn't defend me. Instead, he signed the papers to lock me away in Serenity Heights. He called it "rehabilitation" for my obsession. I called it three years of hell. While he lived his perfect life, I was strapped to a bed, force-fed heavy antipsychotics that they called "vitamins." Those pills didn't just kill my love for him. They slowly destroyed my kidneys. When he finally came to collect me, he smiled, thinking my silence meant I was "cured." He didn't know he was looking at a walking corpse. Now that the doctors have given me a terminal diagnosis, Dozier is on his knees, offering millions to fix what he broke. "We'll find a donor," he begged, tears streaming down his face. "I'll save you." I just pulled my hand away and adjusted my apron. "It's too late, Dozier. I have a bagel cart to run." He wanted to control my life. Now, he can only watch me die on my own terms./0/27281/coverorgin.jpg?v=67d186a215fe1fbe7218c6c19607cef6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
