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Romance Books for Women

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The ‘S’ Stars

The ‘S’ Stars

The ‘S’ stars is a famous group consisting of four girls in CROWN STARS COLLEGE, a full boarding school. They're so brilliant, and their parents are prominent people. But… They're a no-nonsense group, they don't tolerate nonsense. They're so crazy but they love each other so much. No one dares mess with them unless you wanna get wounded. And... If anyone offends them, no one can change their mind of punishing the person. They are… Samantha Lee, the most craziest among them. She's beautiful and brilliant but doesn't tolerate nonsense. She has a bossy attitude. Stella Choi, the most cool-headed being among them, she seems cool but she also doesn't tolerate nonsense. She got the sexiest body. Selena Kim, the most intelligent and prettiest among them, she loves using computer system for most things. She's so intelligent to the extent that she was nicknamed ‘The Hacker’. She's the cutest because she has dimples that makes guys go crazy about her. Sophie Park, the hottest among them all. She has a model-like figure, and she also has this look that makes people wonder if she's older than her other three friends or not. She's so kind-hearted but because of the type of friends she keeps, she also became part of them; Crazy fellows. ……… These four girls seems inseparable, no matter what happens… but what if a guy got transferred to the school and tries to make friends with them?? What if they all fall in love with him at a time, and he has to choose one?? Would he fall for looks and choose Selena? Or he would fall for Sophie for being a kind girl?? What if he falls for body and go for Stella?? Relax and enjoy how the story unfolds.
No Love, Only Ash

No Love, Only Ash

Ten years. A decade of my life, meticulously built into a future with Liam, complete with a secret I was about to reveal: two thin blue lines on a test stick. Then my phone buzzed, a live video from Chloe-his old muse, the ghost I could never banish. And there he was, leaning against his Mustang at an illegal street race, Chloe' s arm looped through his, her voice purring, "Look who I've got with me… He said he' d win this race for me." My carefully constructed world shattered, the beautiful dinner, the white rose, the secret blooming inside me, all felt like a cruel joke. Every therapy session, every late-night talk, every time I' d pulled him back from the brink, mocked by her triumphant smirk as she declared, "Some people just spend their lives cleaning up messes... We make the beautiful messes." The subtle scent of her cloying perfume clung to him when he finally came home, a stark contrast to his flimsy excuses. And then, the next morning, I found it – a pot of beef soup simmering on our stove, made with peanuts, an ingredient that could kill me, prepared for her. The final insult came in the form of a field of white roses, delivered to our home, a grand gesture of apology meant not for me, but for his "wildfire" Chloe. He had called me "Ava," someone who "takes care of things," a mere housekeeper to his grand, destructive passion. But I was done burning. With a single, one-way ticket in hand, and the sound of his whispered endearments to Chloe echoing in my ears, I made a choice that morning: I wasn't just leaving him, I was reclaiming myself.
Vicious Revenge Of The Genius Ward

Vicious Revenge Of The Genius Ward

Everyone in New York high society thought Keira was just a brain-damaged, degenerate junkie. They believed she was the pathetic orphan of the Barnett family, whose grandparents burned to death in a tragic lab fire. But it wasn't an accident. The billionaire McKnight family murdered them to steal their pharmaceutical empire. To silence her, they even used corporate executives to try and lock her away in a maximum-security asylum. Under the guise of a worthless addict, she became the legal ward of Hillard Conway, a ruthless billionaire who treated her like a hostile captive. His arrogant VP humiliated her at the dinner table, trying to hand her family's remaining patents to her enemies. At the elite academy, Cassie McKnight, the pampered princess of the murderers, threw an iced latte at her boots in front of the entire courtyard. "Stay out of my way, freak, or I will make your life a living hell." They all looked at her with absolute disgust, thinking she was just a piece of rotting meat they could step on. They didn't know she had already memorized the exact permeable alcohol base of Cassie's designer perfume, or that she secretly held the foundational patents that could bankrupt their entire blood-soaked legacy. Keira didn't flinch or cry. She simply stared at the rapid pulse beating against Cassie's jugular vein, tapped her hidden micro-earpiece, and calmly ordered five milligrams of high-purity lethal neurotoxin.
His Devotion, Her Deception

His Devotion, Her Deception

The roar of the crowd was a distant hum as I stood backstage, a velvet box in my hand, ready to surprise Chloe-the woman I loved, the dancer poised for victory. Her voice, clear and musical, drifted through her dressing room door, casually dismissing me to the host: "Ethan? He' s just a suitor, one of many." Then came the colder blow, a dismissive laugh as she added, "Some people just have more money than sense... A bit of a gold-digger, you could say, just for status instead of money." The word "gold-digger" hit me like a physical punch, forcing the box containing the "Starry Night" necklace-a symbol of my months-long devotion and sacrifice-to clatter to the concrete floor. Suddenly, every anonymous donation, every chauffeur drive, every hidden act of support over the years twisted into a stark, humiliating truth: I hadn't been building a future; I had merely been funding her present. Later, in the lobby, she paraded a new man, Leo, as her "soul connection," while casually introducing me as an "old friend from back home," making sure to emphasize the word friend. Leo then went on to serenade her, turning his performance into a public jab at me, declaring, "Some gifts don't come in a box. They come from the soul. They can't be bought." The irony was suffocating. I, Ethan Miller, the "tech CEO" who had built an empire from nothing, was being cast as the materialistic fool, outshone by a performative, "spiritual" artist. And Chloe, the woman I loved more than anything, gave me a fleeting glance that screamed, "Don't make a scene." The love I held for her, so deep and foundational, began to crumble, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. I walked out of that theater, leaving the illusion behind, knowing one thing for sure: if money was all I valued, at least money had never lied to me. But the real question remained: What was she really worth? And what was he hiding?
Becoming Mrs. Hilton

Becoming Mrs. Hilton

Ivy Smith, a 24-year-old daughter of Evander Smith, a former businessman whose business took a new turn as life did its thing, is left with the decision to save her family. In the desire to care for the financial needs of her family, she gets a good paying job at Shield Limited, having Jay Hilton as her Boss and Interim C.E.O of the company, whom on her first day at work seemed really harsh to her, but she's determined to build a friendly and comfortable relationship with her boss, so as to avoid his rudeness since she'll be reporting directly to him. On the other hand, Jay finds out about his girlfriend, Rose's infidelity for the third time and he breaks up with her.. He also learnt that his late father had added a wish in his Will, which Jay considers unnecessary but must fulfill by all means. With the hope of fulfilling this wish, he links up with his secretary, Ivy. And when Ivy is exposed to a bigger opportunity that will change the financial state of her family, she is quick to accept it. Along the line, against their contract, they both fall in love and Rose is bitterly against the two lovebirds. As the story progresses, Ivy meets Willy, Jay’s uncertain half brother who also wants Mr Green’s properties, a man she had met months back and sighting him reignites a once-upon pain Willy had caused her. Will she forgive him? Do you think Rose can get back her Man? Is there any possibility for a true and long-lasting love story between Jay and Ivy?
My Contracted Husband, The Heartless CEO has Amnesia?

My Contracted Husband, The Heartless CEO has Amnesia?

Celeste was married to a Mafia Don, by the name Xenois Kingston on a contract marriage, that would last 6 years. The deal was that Celeste would give him children during that period and after the end of the 6 year contract, he would offer her $100,000,000,000, divorce her and keep the children as his. Celeste, an orphan, abandoned by the orphanage she grew up in at the age of 18 had nothing to lose and agreed to the deal. 6 years later, Celeste is now 24 years and mother to triplets boys; Lake, Troy and Soren. The contract is coming to an end this month and rumors has it that Xenois true love Claudia Hale is returning back to the city after 6 years of absence. Xenois handed her the divorce papers that morning only for him to get into a car accident on the way to the hospital and suffers from amnesia. To Xenois, he's in love with his wife and kids and a very attentive father and husband and is surprised to find out that Celeste planned on divorcing him. He is determined to make his wife fall for him and be a better father to their children. Things seem like a fairytale for Celeste who is desperate to hold on to this illusion after she had fallen for her husband in their third year of their marriage and stayed with an unrequited love. She knows what she's doing is cruel but she wants to enjoy it while it lasts. But Claudia Hale won't rest until she gets rid of the obstacle named Celeste and marries her heartthrob Xenois. Will Xenois recover his memory and better yet, once he does, does Celeste still stand a chance at winning the heart of her husband or would she be accused of having a hand in his amnesia.