Romance Books for Women
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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)
BEYOND ILLUSIONS
This is a riveting story of true love that stands out through the ages of time, no matter what, no matter when, and how, still this love remains unbeatable for two people whose heart and soul were intertwined by fate. Jannah Arianne (JA) was a writer two years back and a psychologist who has the ability to read minds since she was young, the reason why people called her 'crazy and psychopath'. Through her ability, she was able to find out that her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. As she started her new life as a psychological counselor and a teacher in a private school, her life was once put into a dilemma when a "mysterious man", appeared in her dreams many times. She did not understand why she was falling for that man, and she felt like she knew him in the past. That was also the time when she met Zacky on Facebook and mistook him as the man in her dreams. Later, she found out that it was her deceased friend who came back to fulfill their childhood promises. Meanwhile, she and Zacky became friends on Facebook and when she knew that Zacky is a writer on a reading platform, she decided to go back into writing and make him the character of her story. Things became complicated when she used again her ability to read Zacky's mind and fell in love with him despite the things she found out about his identity. Will she be able to find true love with this person she had not known personally or she will continue to live in illusions?/0/53406/coverorgin.jpg?v=593bbdbd3452b9f58de6d8ddb7b744bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A gift from las vegas
Samantha Hurst, a showgirl from Las Vegas, did not expect that at twenty-five her life would be transformed when she met Theon Adamos at a bachelor party. Theon, from a large and noisy Greek family, could not have imagined that one phone call could completely alter the course of his life. A single fun and spontaneous weekend can have definite consequences. What happens in Vegas, does it really stay in Vegas? Sometimes life really is a bitch!/0/82034/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0dee4a098bef43c47f37b03696db160&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Lost, The Billionaire Found
My life used to be picture-perfect, complete with a brilliant scholarship student named Liam who tutored me, quietly becoming my everything. I was the privileged girl who bought him new glasses and shared my lunch, seeing past his poverty to the smart, kind soul within. Then, overnight, my family lost everything. Our mansion, our cars, my college fund-gone. I swallowed my pride, working a grueling sales job, fighting to pay for Boston State, while old bullies like Bryce sneered at my downfall. Just when I thought I was hitting rock bottom, Liam reappeared. He was no longer the skinny kid but a polished, confident man, the heir to a billionaire father he' d never known. He helped my struggling dad and even sent me money, yet a strange distance lingered, especially with the stunning Elena always by his side. Did he only see me as a charity case now, a relic from his past? Was all our shared history just a debt to be repaid? But then, as I finally tried to move on, dress on, ready for a hopeful new date, he stood on my doorstep. His eyes raw, his voice unsteady, he admitted, "I can't stand it. I'm in love with you. I have been since Northwood."/0/31192/coverorgin.jpg?v=005bc4c6a6a3dd64cb0654928341967e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My ruthless billionaire husband
Agnes Cole, an ordinary barmaid got tricked into marrying Ethan Moore, only for his selfish interest, read to find out what happens.... "Don't you have any idea of who I am and what I can do to you?" He asked, clearly boiling in rage. "Well I do not care who you are and neither do I care to know." She answered him, adding to his anger. "Oh really?" He said, with annoyance clearly written all over his face. She didn't only humiliate him, she dared to compare his looks to others. Ethan was always used to having girls chase after him but this barmaid didn't even want to look at his face. The most torturing part of all this, was that she looked so seductively hot, that he couldn't stop himself from wanting her that moment.. "I will have to make you care then," he said, then lustfully placed his hand on her waist and without warning, he pulled her closer to himself./0/41204/coverorgin.jpg?v=62ce33b121da9188baafddca5d0733dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Você de Novo?!
Caro leitor, você já acordou com a sensação de algo estranho irá acontecer? Tipo um dejavú? Pois bem, foi essa a sensação que eu Kyra tive quando acordei. Não sei ao certo o que o meu sexto sentido tinha me reservado, mas no fundo pressentia problemas. Comecei errado né? A protagonista deve se apresentar, dizer no que trabalha e fazer aquele apelo de comédias românticas... É, mas essa protagonista não sou eu. Sobre o meu passado, bem eu o conheci quando ainda fazia meu bacharel em Administração, ele era lindo com seus olhos castanho escuros, seu cabelo preto, 1,80 de altura, queixo quadrado e ombros largos. Quem em sã consciência não iria se apaixonar? Mas, Dante partiu meu coração e a única coisa que eu não esperava, era que nos dias atuais, nos encontraríamos novamente.../0/25091/coverorgin.jpg?v=320afd41481495b087ca723413d02f6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Mafia Boss
You may kiss the bride," the priest announced and my body shuddered in resistance as the words I told him two days ago rang in my ears. I won't even spit on your face let alone marry you, Liam Knight. His eyes were shining in triumph, clearly stating that once again he won. He smirked cruelly, taunting me without words how he forced me to do exactly what I said I would never do even if he begged me. He didn't beg, on the contrary, he forced me to marry him. He took a step forward, raised my chin, I fisted my hand tightly at the sides when he placed his unworthy lips on mine. Disgusted with his touch but I tolerated it for the sake of my father who was at his mercy at this moment. He pulled away from my lips with the same rule smile intact on his face, "I made you mine, Babygirl and I can't wait for us to be alone!" He said darkly. My breath hitched looking at the darkness in his eyes. If I would have been the old Aurora I would be scared but not anymore. I might have bowed down my pride for my father but if he was looking for a submissive wife, he sure was not going to get one!/0/18990/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3c658ccecb6f0a7e4f54a82e214a3a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Innocent Mommy And Genius Baby
Six years ago, she walked into the wrong room and spent a wild night. Yet, she remembered nothing about that man. What was worse, she got pregnant. To give birth to the baby, she left her home and began a new life. The second time she met him, she worked as his secretary. He also seemed to forget her, but he could hardly resist the desire to get close to her./0/89856/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ffe0ac1cf81e236864d7f4ba34dfdf7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Vows, True Hearts
When my vision finally returned, I realized the man I had married was actually my boyfriend's younger brother, Hurst Owen. Meanwhile, Brady Owen, who had promised to end all ties with his ideal love, Betty Kirk, was actually next door with her all along. That night, I overheard their conversation. Hurst frowned. "Brady, Della lost her sight because of you. Do you think that's fair to her?" Brady replied impatiently, "Just wait another month. Once Betty is taken care of, I'll be back." "It's been ten years. Aren't you afraid I might genuinely fall in love with Della?" "Your marriage is fake. Don't entertain thoughts you shouldn't have!" I silently returned to bed, without revealing to anyone that my sight had returned. On the twenty-ninth day, I took Hurst to get the marriage certificate. Honestly, I still wanted to continue being Hurst's wife./0/81252/coverorgin.jpg?v=baa6de7ba7915a381c4a9a4e6066d5de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Betrayer
My bones ached, a deep throb whispering something was terribly wrong. I'd sacrificed, donating marrow to save my fiancé Ethan' s "failing" company and his "dying" college acquaintance, Brooke Hayes. I believed it was for love, for our shared future. Then, a chilling truth surfaced. A text on Ethan' s phone: "$50k transfer… Main portfolio remains shielded." There was no crisis. Brooke, far from dying, walked out of my bedroom, vibrant, triumphant. It was a meticulously planned scam. My heart froze. Ethan gaslighted, his hand too comfortable on Brooke' s waist, denying my pain for her comfort. He prioritized a stray dog over my severe post-donation agony, dismissing my pleas for vital medication while showering Brooke with lavish gifts. Chloe, my best friend, became her accomplice, rationalizing their cruelty. The breaking point arrived when I overheard Ethan confess: he' d orchestrated the entire ordeal, the fake crisis, Brooke' s "illness," all to "make amends" to Brooke. My unconditional love had been weaponized. At a glittering gala, Brooke, her fraud exposed by my desperate words, staged a dramatic fall, pointing accusingly at me. Ethan, without question, condemned me, and Chloe, my dear friend, slapped me hard across the face. Publicly shamed, physically and emotionally shattered, my phone buzzed with Mom's text: "Car waiting. South entrance." My escape. I grabbed my small bag, destroyed my phone' s SIM, and walked out of the hotel, out of their lives, without a backward glance. My only path was to disappear, leaving behind the wreckage they'd created./0/82660/coverorgin.jpg?v=29cf5954edb60afb6518390330183269&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The First Lady's Secret Weapon
They hailed me a hero when I finally awoke, weeks after taking a knife for the First Lady. My father had garnered a new position, and my fiancé, Ethan, a prestigious fellowship, all thanks to my sacrifice. I believed my immense pain had meant something noble for their future. But my anticipated homecoming was no joyful reunion. I found my adopted sister, Chloe, wearing my custom wedding dress, about to marry my fiancé, Ethan, right in my own living room. My parents watched, their faces etched with complicity and defiance. A brutal past instantly surfaced: the last time this occurred, it culminated in Ethan' s violence and my fatal abandonment. I had been utterly discarded. The searing pain of that past life' s betrayal and their brazen attempt to repeat it ignited a cold, calculated fury I'd never felt. How could they so ruthlessly steal my honor, my very life, again, after I nearly died for them? This time, the world wouldn't go dark. I stood silent as they left for their 'perfect' day, my stillness a new weapon. My resolve, forged in the fires of a terrifying past, was unshakeable. Their carefully constructed world was about to crumble, and I knew exactly how to make it happen./0/64044/coverorgin.jpg?v=54a8cba5217d2980a4a48a850cd43903&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Inside Marissa's Heart ♡
Miguel and Rosario Valiente make the decision to move back to their hometown in hopes of creating a positive atmosphere for their children and ultimately leading a happy and beautiful life. This is especially crucial for their daughter Marissa, who has been battling depression ever since her brother, Juan Valiente, moved away without her. The family believes that once Marissa sees Juan again, she will return to her normal, happy self. However, upon arriving in their hometown, Marissa meets Juan's girlfriend, Daniella Duran, who she inexplicably appears to despise her. Witnessing Marissa's negative behavior towards herself and Daniella, Juan takes matters into his own hands. But what's truly inside Marissa's heart? Find out in this suspenseful and romantic novel./0/87666/coverorgin.jpg?v=dae419c172805589798ec4e9d655eea2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Twin, His Obsession
The air in Demian Oliver' s apartment was thick and hot, our bodies slick with sweat. This was it, the secret celebration of our graduation, the moment I had waited for. Then, in the peak of his passion, he whispered a name: "Finley." Not my name. My name is Finley Brooks. Finley is my younger twin sister. My whole body went cold. I found his phone, and a group chat called "The Conquest" revealed a picture of me sleeping in his bed, my back exposed. Messages confirmed my worst fears: "Consider this a warm-up. Gotta get familiar with the family before I go for the main prize." Two years of secret dates, stolen kisses, and whispered promises were all a lie. I was just a conquest, an appetizer for my own sister. The humiliation continued at the graduation party. My sister, Finley, publicly exposed the hickeys Demian had left on my neck, mocking me. Demian, the man I thought loved me, stood by and watched, his expression unreadable. Later, during a game of Truth or Dare, he publicly disowned me, forcing me to drink an entire bottle of vodka. I didn't understand. Why was I always the target? Why did my own family, and the man I loved, choose to humiliate me so cruelly? That night, I received an email: early admission to Crestwood Institute for Advanced Research, a secluded university thousands of miles away. It was my chance to escape, to become a ghost./0/84068/coverorgin.jpg?v=e7d9b8fda1bee94bf963d6bc814f732d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bullet I Took For You
For five blissful years, I poured my heart and soul into saving Ethan Lester, the tragic hero from a TV show, now the man I loved. Our wedding was just seven days away, my mission 99% complete, a lifetime of happiness within reach. Then, his voice, thick with emotion, echoed from the guesthouse. "Annie, I never stopped loving you." He declared I was just "static," background noise to his enduring love for Annabel, his wealthy ex-fiancée. The woman whose family destroyed him. The woman for whom he promised to still take a bullet. That promise felt like a bullet through my own heart, erasing my entire existence, my sacrifice of literally taking a bullet for him. How could he betray me so completely, after all we had built, after the life I gave him back? I yanked out my phone, contact the program, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands: "I want to pull the plug. I' m going home."/0/86571/coverorgin.jpg?v=fddff7eb019811ebba861a0b9ef27a67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Comeback: Love, Loft, Life
The first thing I felt was the sterile cold of the hospital sheets. My whole body ached, a deep, hollow pain I remembered too well. Then I saw him: Mark, my ex-husband, standing over me, not a trace of concern on his face. "Jane, you have to sign this." He held a clipboard, ready to trick me into signing away the last piece of security I had left-our loft. In my past life, this scene was burned into my memory. I had just lost our baby, almost died, while Mark deliberately ignored my frantic calls. Later, he blamed me for everything, claiming our marriage was a trap that kept him from his "true love," Sarah Miller, and that my refusal to sell the loft led to Sarah's brother's death and her subsequent suicide. He never loved me; he resented me. He claimed this was all my fault, a convenient lie to justify his cruelty. Now, I was back. Reborn to the day he tried to steal my family home, not after my miscarriage, but to the day he attempted to swindle me out of the loft, years before. He saw me as weak, broken, and stupid, an easy mark for his greedy schemes. He thought he had won so easily, but he had no idea what I was truly planning. A cold calm washed over me. The pain of the past was no longer a wound. It was armor. This time, he would learn what real disappointment was./0/38232/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d4a2e9b177c68a12e2a832aa04bf1f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lying that You Love Me
Bree Wells fell into the sea because of a car crash. When she woke up from the hospital, she had no memories. Only a handsome man who said he was her husband was beside her. Bree believed in him. So she devoted herself to protecting him from outsiders, supporting in his career, and taking good care of him. Though she had no memories, she fulfilled her duty as a wife excellently. However, on that day .../0/19616/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d7ebeace953eccb4857ef4a3980dec9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
