Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Taken and Caged (Finale of Broken and Pregnant)
Finale of Broken and Pregnant (Completed) Finally, Lucy and Kent reunited again as a couple with their son Austin. They started over again as one happy family until a startling incident occurred. Austin was kidnapped during Eloisa and Gale's nuptial's party by a person wearing a black raincoat and hat. Who would it be? Is there a happy ending for Stone's family?/0/83809/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203109&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Tears: The Avenging Wife
My daughter Maya' s ragged breath was the only sound in our quiet, dusty home, her small body wracked by fever. I begged my husband, Caleb, to take her to a doctor, but his eyes were cold and his voice flat as he refused, prioritizing his sister-in-law Brenda' s son over our dying child. My mother-in-law, Mary-Ann, handed me old, expired antibiotics, saying they should be "good enough," sealing Maya' s fate. For two agonizing days, I watched her fade, desperately clinging to a miracle that never came. On the third night, my world shattered as Maya went still in my arms, her silent passing tearing a primal scream from my throat. In my grief and rage, I confronted Caleb and Mary-Ann, only for Caleb to silence me with a violent fist, leaving me bleeding and abandoned in the darkest national forest. As I lay dying, I saw a chilling vision: Brenda, wearing my locket, stealing the life my long-lost Army Colonel father had come to claim for me. They took everything-my daughter, my life, my future-and gave it to my worst enemies. But then, I woke with a gasp, the silver locket cool against my skin, Maya sleeping soundly beside me. It was three days before her illness, three days before her death, and this time, I wasn't just a mother. This time, I was an avenger./0/32967/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d65e1acf20b216e23a396696dcdc155&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Miss badass and the Crazy HAIN's
"Who did you think you are to order people around the way you like?" She asked angrily. "Then I choose you as my personal nutritionist" The guy replied with a smirk. Henry Ace, an egoistic billonare who needs a personal nutritionist to take care of his nutrition, What happen when he chooses the badass Iris Jane, the girl that doesn't take shit./0/19357/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d10049858d94369a03ed2a45b5027f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Carisa
Morgan Colton is not the typical bad boy but a rich spoiled brat, who is only interested in his usual life. He is a famous drug dealer in New York. Sleeping with a new girl each night was his usual habit. Ever since he laid his eyes on a Russian bartender named Carisa, he chased her until he found out that she was engaged to the unfaithful man. That's when the drama begins... "Beg me..." he trailed his lips down from her ear, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin below her ear and her legs clenched around his thighs. "No!" her voice was defiant, but her breathing was ragged. He mentally gave himself a hi-five. She would beg. Sooner or later./0/24363/coverorgin.jpg?v=f64030d947de1fa798bf156c495775db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
We were meant to be
Anya, the girl who fell for her best friend. But he already loves someone else and he is getting married in a month. She loves him to an extent that she can do anything to make him happy, even if his happiness lies in someone else...even if she has to let her heart break into tiny little pieces...even if she has to make her childhood enemy to be her fake boyfriend for a month. But in-between those fake dates, pretence love...does she actually fall for the enemy? But are they meant to be? Because her enemy is a Muslim while she is a Hindu... ***** I stood up and went towards him,"i dont know how you will be able to help me but i need a fake boy-friend before midnight." "'Morrow is sunday already?" He asked. Damn! Him and his short words. I nodded at his question and then he spoke,"then i will be your fake boy-friend." "What?" I choked on the air and started coughing. The boy who is my enemy,we were sworn to be nemesis wants to be my boy friend? Yeah yeah..fake boy-friend but still, thats something i didnt even see it coming in my nightmare. □□□□□□□□□□/0/95229/coverorgin.jpg?v=71e67aff0c044ecb7ba31e8d4de555ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For His Desperate Proposal
For seventeen years, I loved my best friend, Holden King. I was the quiet girl who always had a bandage for his scraped knees, secretly believing we were meant to be. But he shattered my world with six words: "She's my sister. That's all." He fell for the cruel and glamorous Fabiola, even taking her to our secret meadow. Her jealousy was a poison. She faked a pregnancy to trap him, then hired a man to attack me in an alley. The trauma ruptured an aneurysm in my brain, and I went blind. Through it all, Holden defended her. He refused to believe she was capable of such evil, choosing the monster he'd known for months over the girl he'd known his whole life. My savior, a kind doctor named Jace, offered me a future, and we planned a fake wedding to give my terrified parents hope. But as I stood blind at the altar, Holden crashed the ceremony. He fell to his knees, a diamond ring in his hand. "I love you, Chloe," he cried. "Marry me."/0/18262/coverorgin.jpg?v=957be0307704a1f3539151fbf127af87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ceaseless Gravity
"I want you. Yield to me..." he announced again, this time pinning her down the sofa. Lianne's eyes stared deep into the core of his flaming gaze. She saw something there. Something that wanted her more than anything else. She shuddered as he began to caress her trembling hand. Shaking her head, she opened her mouth to express her disagreement, but before she could say that, her senses jumped anew as she heard a long knock on the main door. The sound surely made Ruen stop and quickly, awareness collided inside him upon seeing, this time clearly, the princess' wet eyes. "My great apologies Your Highness, but it is of a must that I inform you of your current meeting with the Council. Truly, they have grown to think that you are slacking in your responsibilities." "Jared," the King gave out a long sigh. Even without looking from the source of the voice, he knew already it was his most loyal butler. "If it isn't your timing impeccable." ~ ♥ ~ When all is left in ruins, how would a princess live being held captive inside the mansion of her most hated captor? Her freedom all denied, true. But, not her will and heart..... Genre: Fantasy-Royalty, Historical Romance Status: Complete All Rights Reserved 2020 JMFelic Books/0/39381/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5ba994d74b3103a967e82e6d2f4bd69&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Paralysed
PARALYZED WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN :::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::: Prologue Paralysed is an interesting, educative, and lovely story full of suspense EMILY POV My hair felt like they'll be torn apart from my body. Tears filled in my eyes and my visioned blurred. I begged her to stop but she didn't listen. My ears hurt from her screaming. and my heart wouldn't stop beating so much. I looked up in pain and cried out loud because I was scared. Tanya was pulling my hair in anger and dragging me across the house roaring"Because of you my boyfriend broke up with me. My 3 years of relationship is over because of you. You bitch!!!! You should be thrown in a strip club and be raped by men every single day!!!". Sadly, she was my cousin. She held me up against the wall and wrapped her hand around my neck. Making me choke. I cried in pain as I couldn't breathe. She was stronger than me. Melissa came behind her and in a calm voice she said: "What are u doing, Tanya?". She spoke like that seeing her daughter choking me meant nothing. Tanya answered, "My boyfriend broke up with me because of her". She let me go and I dropped on the floor breathing for air. She roared"He broke up with me because he saw her. He told me that Emily is more beautiful and hotter than me. He moaned Emily's name when we had sex!" She turned around to look at me and pulled my hair causing me to stand up. My tears wouldn't stop falling. She screamed, "You will pay for this, Emily!" She slapped me across my face. And screamed again"It's all because of your pathetic face. Wait till they see how ugly you can be!"/0/70512/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526235608&imageMogr2/format/webp)
University Passions
After leaving high school, five young people from different backgrounds find themselves in the same university. Between budding friendships, passionate loves and unexpected betrayals, their lives are turned upside down. David, Alice, Chloé, Bruno, and Émilie navigate a world where alliances are formed and unmade. David, from a wealthy family, offers a financial solution for his friends in difficulty , but this triggers growing tensions. The buried secrets, the romances forbidden between teacher and student and the plots to discredit teachers, disrupt their daily lives. As shocking revelations continue, ruthless vengeance and devastating conflicts emerge, making the university's balance more fragile than ever. Throughout their adventures, they will discover the strength of love, friendship, and the price of betrayal./0/94134/coverorgin.jpg?v=29802b440a4289b18c7fc615e72842ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mafia Princess To Unbroken Queen
The man I gave up a twenty-billion-dollar inheritance for asked me to go to prison for his mistress. In the same breath, he told me to kill our unborn child. While his mother's actions caused me to miscarry our son in a derelict warehouse, he was on television announcing his engagement and *her* pregnancy. The betrayal wasn't just private; it was a public execution. So I picked up my phone and made a call I hadn't made in five years, to the one man he never knew existed. "Father," I choked out, "I need you."/1/115253/coverorgin.jpg?v=a13e5065248f03482543ef2d95430609&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity
I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash. But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering. "The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress." My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears. I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase. Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly. "You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money." When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side. I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife. But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book. So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back./0/19670/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d4a13885171272427bca67ce8eeb081&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heat Vol.2 (The return of the teaser)
After they parted ways, Ashley went back to finish college, which she successfully did before moving forward to achieve her other goals in life. After the summer ended, Ashley didn't hear nor saw Jake, and the feelings she had for him eventually faded away. In her current life, Ashley successfully achieved the role of a magazine editor making her own money and making her parents and even Roger proud. Surprisingly, Ashley was even involved in a romantic relationship with Daniel, the annoying, playboy from her college. Ashley was living a good life, but what about Jake, what is he up to. Find out now by clicking that read button. On fold these chapters to find out how I (the author) brought back the teaser and how he affected Ashley's luxurious life./0/80524/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193712&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO Who Forgot His Savior
Seven years ago, I secretly gave Michael, my then-boyfriend, a life-saving kidney. I faked a cruel betrayal, vanishing to manage my deteriorating health and mounting medical debt, ensuring his future. Now, I watch him, a celebrated CEO, accept an award on TV. My old phone buzzes. It's him. "Seven years," he says, "you chose money over me. Any regrets?" My bitter laugh is my only reply, as I clutch my $2000 overdue dialysis bill. Weeks later, we collide at a clinic. He's vibrant, with a new fiancée, Jessica. I, frail and scarred, try to ask for a loan. His fiancée, Jessica, stages a fall, scattering my medical reports at his feet. He reads my kidney failure reports, sneering, convinced I'm faking for cash. At a gala, he forces me to chug a bottle of whiskey for thirty grand. I comply, knowing it's poison. I collapse, vomiting blood, the room erupting. Everyone sees the greedy ex getting her comeuppance. The internet savages me, labeling me a gold-digger. Yet, the vitality in his stride – that was my sacrifice. The man I saved now believes I’m faking illness, mocking my pain. As I lay dying, my best friend finally cracks, screaming the truth: "She gave you her kidney, you bastard! That anonymous donor? That was Emily!" His face, once sneering, turned to horror. But would this revelation be enough to save me, or would his ultimate atonement demand an even greater sacrifice?/0/83027/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e7b939168909a168a650a276a3ad8c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Pity For The Man Who Broke Me
My eighth wedding anniversary. The house felt as cold as the lilies Michael' s assistant sent, a bouquet chosen by the woman he spent more time with than me. He was on another "business trip" with Chloe. When I finally reached him, his voice was dismissive, distant. "I want a divorce, Michael. " He just hung up. What truly broke me wasn't the flowers, but his chilling indifference when I confessed my miscarriage, alone, the night he' d chosen Chloe' s manufactured crisis over me. He simply dismissed my grief, then refused to sign the papers. He then tried to lure me back by faking our son Leo' s illness, trapping me at his family's Hamptons estate. There, his ice-blooded mother, sneering sister, and Chloe ganged up, publicly questioning my stability. "If you can't behave, you can eat in the kitchen," Michael snarled, treating me like hired help. Years of quiet endurance, of shrinking myself to fit his world, shattered. How could the man who once swore "forever" become this stranger, this monster who actively conspired to humiliate me? My disgust was absolute. But the old Sarah was gone. I snatched my wine glass, looked his smug sister straight on, and slowly, deliberately, poured the entire contents over her pristine dress. "You disgust me," I declared, tossing the divorce papers at Michael. I walked out, finally free./0/88033/coverorgin.jpg?v=9874c09e01d0e91bffdc1817a5988955&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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As I Lay Dying He Is With His Soulmate in Labor
On Valentine's Day, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, with less than a month left to live. As I was engulfed in confusion and panic, Sebastian Nash knelt before me with a pained expression, saying, "I'm sorry, Betsy. I've fallen in love with another woman." He then promised me seriously, "I haven't cheated on you. What I share with her is a deep emotional bond. We won't have sex, and my feelings and commitment to you remain unchanged. I will continue to fulfill my duties as your husband." Clutching the diagnosis report tightly, I managed to force out a few words, "Okay. I will let you be together." Sebastian was both surprised and worried as he embraced me, saying, "Betsy, don't leave me. I love her, but I love you more. Please don't be angry or make trouble with me." I gave a bitter smile, "I won't." As a dying person, there was nothing worth crying or fussing over./0/18575/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2b4f10808006db43727a26175fcd626&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Adoration Beyond Compare
Yvonne had never thought that her life would take such a drastic turn in a single day. Based on a misunderstanding, Yvonne, along with her friend, had to visit the police station. There, she saw her boyfriend, who was detained and accused of participating in prostitution. Despite the shock and the numbing pain in her heart, she held back her tears and broke up with him right there. But her day wasn't done and the drama didn't end there. The misunderstanding that had led her to the police station brought her into Cary’s world--the luxurious world of the youngest tycoon in the city. “Be my woman,” he whispered to her, and that moment onward, he adored her without end and beyond compare./0/86938/coverorgin.jpg?v=80d6bddc0b97e8f8c184ec29f89133af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancee Who Stole My Life
The company was in chaos. My fiancée, Olivia Hayes, CEO of Hayes Innovations, was announcing her engagement to her high school sweetheart, Daniel Sterling. But the tech world wasn' t buzzing about their reunited love story; it was buzzing about something else-my disappearance. I was gone, vanished, while Olivia, arm-in-arm with Daniel, declared on live television that her wedding gift would be the patent for "Prometheus AI" -my life' s work, which I called Aegis. It was intended for her, a wedding gift from me. Watching from a hotel room in Zurich, I saw my life publicly dismantled. The comment sections cheered on their "love story," calling them a power couple, while I was dismissed as the "forgotten partner." Daniel sealed my humiliation with a passionate kiss, claiming our shared history. Then, Olivia, triumphant, announced Daniel would fund Prometheus' s next phase, holding up my creation as her dowry. My genius, the culmination of years of secret work, was being used to celebrate my own betrayal. The sudden, urgent "business trip" she' d arranged for me, her insistence I go alone-it was all a deliberate trap to get me out of the way. She thought I was just a tech entrepreneur, but I was a prodigy, recruited by a clandestine government agency; Aegis, her "Prometheus," was a strategic asset for the U.S. government-and announcing it as her dowry was a federal crime. My phone vibrated with her hollow apologies. But I felt no anger, no heartbreak, just profound weariness. The man who loved Olivia Hayes was gone, replaced by someone colder, harder. I looked at the glittering Zurich lights, and I knew what I had to do. I picked up the phone, scrolled to an unlisted contact: Agent Smith. "Miller," a gruff voice answered. "It's 3 a.m. here. This had better be a matter of national security." "It is," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "Get me a flight. I' m coming home. Now."/0/80837/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194312&imageMogr2/format/webp)
