Romance Books for Women
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Mated to the Alpha I hate
"You are mine alone and no one else would have you" Jayden the school's well known bully and an unrepentant playboy shrieked at her and she frowned anger seething through her. "Point of correction, I would never be yours so get that into your thick stupid skull". "Get away from me for I have a have a boyfriend who awaits me" Rhoda yelled at him pushing him off and walking away from his sight. * * * Jayden was the school's head bully. Once you refused to sleep with him, he would bully you till you succumbed. In Rhoda's case, she was strong headed and refused to be affected by his bullies. She ignored him and bare whatever thing he does to her as long as he never saw her panties. She was finally happy she when they entered their final class as would soon be freed from his bully but it looked like the moon goddess hated her and would never let her be happy "so she thought". Rhoda's world crumbled the day she finally turned 18 and discovered that her boyfriend Luca who had been with her ever since she was 8 wasn't his mate, rather it was Jayden whom she dreaded. Jayden was grateful as the strong headed girl would finally melt in his hands. But was Luca who rejected his mate a year ago for his girlfriend ever going to allow Jayden have what was his? Would Rhoda ever accept Jayden as her mate? Would Jayden be letting her go just because they might refuse? Read on to find out in this fantastic novel./1/100186/coverorgin.jpg?v=f03a8385926f402600e86dcae7157a88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pleasure Under His Command
🔥🔥Warning – 18+ Only This story is full of raw passion, steamy romance, and tantalizing tension. By turning these pages, you confirm you are 18 or older and ready to be seduced by a world of pleasure, desire, and temptation. Read responsibly... welcome to an erotic world. He touched her in ways she didn't understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver. His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties. Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her pussy like he was starving. And goodness, that was just the beginning His tongue hit her like a rocket She screamed like a slut... she never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn't know what she was doing... but somehow, that didn't matter. He took control, and she let him. His tongue didn't just lick it devoured her pussy, slowly and deep. Like he was memorizing every part of her body. "Fuck.." She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation. After a brutal breakup that left her questioning her worth, Isabella Hart swore she'd never let another man make her feel small again. Her ex's final words still echoed in her head... that she couldn't satisfy him, that she didn't even know what real pleasure was. So when a night out to forget turns into something wild, reckless, and unforgettable, Izzy doesn't think... she just feels. One stranger. One night. One taste of what it means to lose control. He was dominant, commanding, intoxicating... and she never even got his name./0/84288/coverorgin.jpg?v=3fe1148589b71749049ca58676baa6d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love me I dare you
Nathaniel Diaz is the school most popular boy. He's got the looks but he's not the most popular just because of that, the main reason why he's popular is his ability to make three girls cry on the same day. Don't judge with his innocent looking face, yes his face is damn too innocent to have such attitudes of his. His face screams perfection, and that's the weakness of the girls. He's a crazy Casanova, it should be an official statement for girls to stay away from Nathaniel Diaz but still they never stop flocking over him like lost sheep, giving him more rooms to break more hearts. Aside being a Casanova, he's the school biggest enemy, he's the type who does things only to make himself happy not minding if anyone gets hurt in the process. He cares less about people's feelings. Some says he grew up where there was no love, because absolutely that word is missing and weird in Nathaniel's dictionary. He's the only one you will find countless bad habits in his hands. In a word, Nathaniel live his life only the way he wants not giving a damn about anything in the world. It would have been so perfect when an innocent girl came into his life, if only she's not off his limit. Someone he shouldn't dare to stay close with, but even though Nathaniel tried his best not to get close to her, she kept on coming and coming until he was unable to resist any longer. Why is she off-limit? Then find out in this sweet one you don't want to miss out for anything./1/113813/coverorgin.jpg?v=691732d2c7819187c5385030011e3249&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruined Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage
At her grand engagement party at the Plaza Hotel, Elsie Phillips thought she was the happiest woman in the world. Until a high-definition video of her being pinned down by a strange man in a hotel bed was suddenly broadcast on the ballroom's massive screen. Her fiancé, Kelvin, violently ripped his arm away in revulsion. His mother marched on stage, slapped Elsie across the face, and publicly canceled the wedding. Her "sweet" cousin Belle dug her nails into Elsie's arm, whispering that she looked exactly like the cheap slut she was. It was a vicious setup. Chased into the freezing rain by blinding tabloid cameras, Elsie hit rock bottom. But the nightmare was just beginning. An encrypted phone left by her late father suddenly rang, revealing a terrifying truth. Her parents' fatal car crash three years ago wasn't an accident. It was murder, bought and paid for by her uncle Fenton, who had since stolen her family's entire corporate empire. When Elsie tried to fight back, Fenton's guards locked her in a dark room. They forced her into degrading sheer lace, planning to sell her to a sadistic Wall Street psychopath for fifty million dollars. Standing on the edge of a second-story balcony, shivering in the freezing wind, Elsie's eyes burned with blinding hatred. Her parents were murdered, her legacy stolen, and her reputation dragged through the mud by her own blood. Was she really going to die here, completely ruined? Just as she let go of the railing to jump, a convoy of black armored SUVs smashed through the estate gates. Arthur Michael, the most ruthless billionaire in the country, caught her in his arms. He wrapped his custom jacket around her trembling body and handed her a fifty-page prenuptial agreement. "Marry me." He commanded, his eyes completely cold. "And I will help you send every single one of them to hell."/0/82017/coverorgin.jpg?v=38a5e05d78eea83ab9f44331c0cdb46a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rewriting Our Love Story
I was consumed by Olivia, my older brother's best friend. My obsession was a dark, unhealthy thing. At a college party, I led her to a quiet room, her drink secretly spiked, ready to make her mine. But just as I leaned in, a horrifying vision fractured my world. I saw a nightmare future: a miserable marriage to Olivia, her eyes full of hate, my brother Alex dead because of my jealousy, and my own lonely, pathetic end. Convinced I was a villain destined to ruin them all, I confessed everything in a panic, branded as a monster. To save them from that "script," I ran, vanishing for six years, living in self-exile, always alone. I fabricated endless lies, like a fake German doctor girlfriend, deliberately pushing Olivia away, believing she belonged with Alex. But when Alex's sudden health crisis brought me home, Olivia's best friend, Maya, dropped a bombshell that shattered my entire flawed reality. Maya, who eerily "remembers" other timelines, revealed the impossible truth: Olivia never loved Alex; she loved me. My entire sacrifice, my six years of running, my fervent belief in a fixed tragic script - all based on a catastrophic misunderstanding. Now, with my world turned upside down, I must face the woman I pushed away for years, confess the depths of my fear and misunderstanding, and somehow, try to rewrite a love story I thought doomed us all./0/21994/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210720150318&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Doppelganger
She was his childhood love, He was his best friend, She was his minnie, He was his mickey, They made a perfect duo. But they got kidnapped and met after fifteen long years. Will they ever be able to fill the void between them? What if he is already marrying someone? Will there still be a soft corner left in his heart for her? Samar Oberoi, CEO of a vast realm will be marrying Falak for making his company world's best. But what will happen if his childhood love, Kayra shows up in the midst of this with a mastermind plan? What if Falak and Kayra look alike? They say "if you meet your doppelganger often, one of you will die soon." Is it applicable here too?/0/92075/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4b7435d7f5d413b5c9b57e86ae6e0b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Runaway Bride, Found Love
On my wedding day, my family fussed over my "delicate nerves" while my fiancé, Mark, told me my only job was to look beautiful. For years, they'd treated me like a fragile doll, a problem to be managed. An hour before I was meant to walk down the aisle, I overheard them on a forgotten baby monitor. They were discussing the sedative they planned to slip into my champagne. The goal wasn't just to calm my "hysterics." It was to get me through the ceremony before sending me to bed, "overcome with emotion." The moment I was gone, they planned to switch my wedding decor for a hidden "Happy Birthday" banner and turn my reception into a lavish party for my nephew. My entire life was just an inconvenient opening act for a celebration I wasn't invited to. They had always called me paranoid for feeling invisible. Now I knew the horrifying truth: they weren't just ignoring me, they were actively plotting to erase me from my own life. But my late grandmother had left me one last gift: an escape hatch. A business card for a man named Julian Thorne, with the words "Unconventional Solutions" printed beneath his name. I smashed a crystal vase, fled the five-star suite in my bare feet and a silk robe, and walked away from my life, leaving them to clean up the mess. My only destination was the address on that card./0/82666/coverorgin.jpg?v=45cade869f5e77bc66e04c847dc9f2bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Genuine Love Found
My whole life had been a meticulous climb. Every blueprint, every award, every late night was for one person. Isabelle Vance, the golden daughter of a political dynasty, my childhood sweetheart I swore to marry. Winning the prestigious Thornton Prize was supposed to be our moment, the culmination of years, the validation I needed to finally propose. But at the gala celebrating my success, she arrived on her cousin Spence' s arm. Her eyes barely met mine, and when I confronted her, she delivered a chilling public dismissal. "That was just a silly, youthful understanding, Ethan," she declared, her voice cold and clear, echoing through the hushed ballroom. My world shattered publicly. Confused and heartbroken, I tried to cling to hope, but she pulled further away, always with Spence. Then, her engagement party-not to me, but to him. When I begged for an explanation, she slapped me, hissing, "Leave and never contact me again." Her powerful father orchestrated my exile to a remote, struggling region, burying me professionally. There, fighting pneumonia and despair after a life-threatening accident, Spence sent me a cruel wedding album of him and Izzy, beaming, meant as a final taunt. I lay there, convinced I was dying, wondering: how could the woman I dedicated my life to betray me so utterly? Why was I tossed aside like trash, my achievements meaningless, my love a joke? Was I just a "project" to them, unworthy of their world? The injustice burned deeper than any fever. But from the brink of death, a park ranger named Clara found me. She didn't care about my past, my ambition, or the Vances. She taught me what genuine love was, healing my body and soul. Now, years later, I'm back in Boston, not as a broken man, but with a family forged in resilience. And it's time to finally put the past, and Isabelle, to rest./0/47950/coverorgin.jpg?v=f3b9ff8540296ab29f8f3aeab6d57184&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Delicate Love
She spun the bottle and it faced Charles. "Truth or Dare?" "Dare." Charles responded. She smirked and dared; "I dare you to kiss Rose." Rose was shocked at the dare and her heart started beating frantically, butterfly erupted in her stomach as Charles moved closer to her, closer and closer till their lips were about one centimeter close, then he took her lips and starting kissing her, slow and soft, and soft, and soft. She was enjoying it. It felt like heaven, then he stopped and released her. He stared at her and winked which made her blush... ° ° ° Rose Nkem, a pure innocent girl who is a 200 level student in Golden Fame University. She fell in love with a young handsome Playboy named Charles who hurt her just to win a freaking bet which was to get into her pants! Charles is a young handsome millionaire well known as a Playboy in Golden Fame University. He had been in love with Rose since they were kids but noticed that Rose couldn't remember him or anyone from her past after meeting again in the University. A friend of his tried to spill the forbidden truth that would ruin Rose, so at the process of trying to stop him from spilling the truth, the bet happened! Years later, they met again and he vowed he would get Rose back, but was surprised as he figured he would try to win not only one heart, but two. But would Rose be able to let him into her life? Would she be able to trust him on her little big secret? Would she be able to love him again?! Read to find out! ________________/0/22643/coverorgin.jpg?v=cafedad332189ab41b083664223cdc61&imageMogr2/format/webp)
LOVERS' LANE
The story follows the life of Jules Davis; of how she discerns the true meaning of love from her experiences and relationships with people: friends and family. Her father Nathan Davis is her first love. But, lying behind his mask of care, soft words, and deep affection is his self-seeking nature. How long will it take Jules to unmask him? Jules’s love for friend Penelope is tested when grades, positions, and boys sow a seed of envy between them. Then there is Jayden Iver, the proud and arrogant one who has his name on the school billboard, and in every classroom, poster, and sports outfit. Can a proud and arrogant fellow ever truly fall in love? And finally, Peter Clearwater, the timid one who passes unnoticed. Is his love for Jules enough to crack open his shell? Then there are lies, secrets, betrayals that either unite the families or destroy them. It’s therefore in place to say that you’re in for a ride./0/45030/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca8ad7fb94f03a9e65e605b5f56e3970&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Faewolf For His Inner Demons
Synopsis Abandoned by her mother and betrayed by her one and only friend. Iasha is sold to a Demon Lord during an auction. As if the moon goddess didn't approve of her birth, she ran into the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack who wanted her to be his slave by all means. Avarez Dunek is a two centuries old werewolf and the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack. The devil's reincarnation was the notorious name he was known for across the kingdom. He only had one secret in life but she just had to find out about it before anyone else could. He couldn't let her leave, she would either be a slave for him or die by his hands but it looked like fate had other plans for Iasha and Avarez. Would he be able to kill her like he had promised himself and go to the grave with his secret or could there be many truths to the surficial truth he believed he knew? " I could never bite a lowly slave like you and make my pack disappointed in me," Avarez told her but his gaze was still focused on those luscious lips, he had tried to look away countless times but everything led back to those lips... Iasha snorted and looked at him with contempt "You think I want to be mated to a mask-wearing commoner pretending to be an alpha of a pack," Join an arrogant werewolf to discover many hidden secrets while encountering love along the way/0/35621/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a9726e3e3825fc90a39fe4eb77b6da5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The rich man's secret
The world knows Anthony Lee. All the women want him, to feel his sexiness and be his. He isn't just a multimillionaire actor, he has a secret that could threaten his entire career and make him go down the drain and only Clara, a nineteen year old that can barely afford her own rent, knows his secret. will she keep his secret? or will she find herself slowly falling for this god of a man.../0/83964/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e364a8402d25b6d0cc779aba1aee252&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Broken Songs
My life as Gabrielle Fuller, Nashville' s sweetheart known for songs of love and forgiveness, seemed picture-perfect. My husband, Caleb Scott, the city' s "Kingmaker" producer, publicly repented for his first affair, solidifying our image as the golden couple who weathered any storm. I'd even secured our future with a brutal post-nup years ago, a secret safety net if his "mistakes" ever escalated. Then, one rainy Tuesday, searching for tax documents, I stumbled upon a hidden folder on Caleb' s computer. "Archives," password-protected. I typed the date of his first affair, and it opened to reveal hundreds of video files. My breath hitched. Caleb. And Molly. Not just pictures, but damning videos from last week. I watched as Molly, pregnant, sat on his lap, mocking me. "Gabrielle is easy," Caleb sneered, "She wants to believe in fairy tales. As long as I play the prince, she'll never look behind the curtain." My world imploded. The carefully curated image of our perfect marriage, the love story that fueled my career, was a meticulously crafted lie. My husband, the man who' d promised forever, was a master manipulator, not just cheating but planning to steal my future, my dream of a family, by faking my infertility and adopting the child his mistress was carrying. The pain was a physical blow, yet through the shock, a cold, hard clarity emerged. I wasn't going to collapse. I was going to fight back. And I knew exactly how to make him pay./0/90453/coverorgin.jpg?v=da1d39b979a395ce8d02de56946911f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fated Love, Unwritten Endings
For three years, I paid millions to have Caleb Mitchell as my boyfriend. I funded his sister's experimental cancer treatment, and in return, the brilliant, proud student played the part of my loving companion. He resented being bought, but I was foolish enough to fall in love with him. That foolishness ended two months ago, after a fall from a horse left me with a concussion. I woke up with the horrifying knowledge that my entire life was a lie—I was just the villainess in a novel, a footnote in a story about him. In this story, Caleb was the hero, destined to reunite with his true love, Frances. I was the obstacle he had to overcome. My pre-written fate was to go mad with jealousy, try to destroy them, and end up ruined and dead. I thought it was a hallucination until the plot began to unfold. The final proof was the vintage watch I spent months restoring for his birthday. A week later, he gave it to Frances, telling her it was just some old trinket he'd found. According to the script, seeing that watch on her wrist was supposed to make me fly into a hysterical rage, sealing my tragic fate. But I refuse to follow their story. If the villainess is destined for a tragic end, then this villainess will simply disappear from the book altogether. I slid a black credit card across the polished desk. "I want to be declared dead," I told the man who specialized in new beginnings. "Lost at sea. No body."/1/112840/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e66e7e4919cd0636254302c9a26bee8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Regrets Losing
I thought I had it all, love, a husband, a life I built for us. But Alex betrayed me in ways I never imagined. And then Cassy returned, the woman from his past, the girl he once loved, right before our marriage fell apart. I was still his wife when it happened, still trusting him, still believing in us. Yet our marriage crumbled, and I was left to pick up the pieces of a life he no longer seemed to care about. Then he discovered the truth, the real me, the woman I was meant to be all along. Suddenly, Alex wanted me back, fighting for the love he thought he lost. But can I trust him after everything? Or is this just another lie waiting to break me?/0/56386/coverorgin.jpg?v=81144dcfb492c32ed62d4ab92ef3c7c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Obsession To Ex-Convict
A Tragedy, Tragedy that changed the cycle of my life. He accused me that I was the reason why his girlfriend and her child died. I shook my head. "That's not true. No!" "It's not my fault!" I defend myself and my vision blurs because of the first tears to flow. My hands can't move freely because of the handcuffs that were put on. I looked boldly into his eyes. Beautiful eyes, while he is standing to my front and he is ready to ask me. "I'm talking to you Attorney," I asked him. It hurts when it's not a priority. The Judge banged his gavel 3 times and said! "Order in the Court, Order in the Court!" So I kept quiet. "Let me proceed your Honor," he said and took an Envelope from the table and gave it to the judge. "Your Honor, This is the Evidence, " I saw him give the Envelope as well as my cousin's cell phone so I swallowed three times. "That's Evidence says everything that the accused planned the crime!" he said firmly and looked at me so I shook my head again. If only I could return it. I wish I wouldn't have asked my cousin to bathe in the sea if I had known that this would happen to everyone and also that I didn't know she was pregnant. Who else will defend me with all the evidence that says I'm the one who made a way to jail me. Even the gov't. Atty. He who is handling my case cannot defend me either. I bowed when the verdict was read. "This honorable court fines Accused Anya Belle Mendez, Guilty..." I just bowed to what I heard and my tears continued to fall. What do I have against an atty? Noah Lev Sebastian. "That's Ordered!" Judge banged his gavel again, so I went down. I was just bending down while looking at my two hands and also I am wearing Yellow t-shirt too. I stopped being honest with him. "I know you knew the truth. It's not my fault what happened," I looked into his eyes. He's amber anger eyes on me so I swallowed and bowed. "Atty. Have mercy on me, I'm not guilty," I try to hold his hand and kneel down. I begged him again. His softened hand, the hands that caress my face, arms that always hug me, his lips that I always kiss, the man I used to belong to but not now. "Please, I will do everything, just don't do this, you will feel sorry for my family," I told him. He slowly removed his hand and walked away a little. "Bring two lives and I'll set you free," he said. So I looked up and shook my head. "Then you will rot in prison." He said to me again, I was about to answer when I was violently stood up and the police pulled my five. I almost lost my balance, but he held me too. "Be careful!" I heard him call the police. "Mang! Pang! Jess!" I said in fear and hugged them. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens." Jessie said and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you," I heard him say to me and I was about to answer but Noah bumped into his back, and passed him but also looked at him again. "Whatever you do as long as you fight me. I guarantee that girl will rot in jail!" He threatened Jessie and left. "What is he doing to you and why are you so angry with him? You know it's not his fault that your girlfriend and your son died!" Jess said angrily to him. He still has no idea. He left until he disappeared from our sight. Murder Case is Lifetime Jail Sentence, I'm just going to be paroled. My life right now is miserable. I'm guilty for murder that I didn't commit. Can I still go out? Will I ever return to the world I live in? Will I still be able to see the man I love even though he is the reason why I was imprisoned? Can I still defend myself against him from his accusation against me? Will everything be okay and will I be loved again if we meet again or will he just make me feel my guilt in the past. Im Anya Belle Mendez His Atty. Noah Lev Sebastian/0/18750/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd8dbf56e4abe33d68eef3bd126b17a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fatal Infatuation: You're My Final Dreaming
On the day of getting the marriage certificate, Eva was betrayed by her love and best friend. She was drowning her sorrow until midnight. Unexpect to her, she accidentally got a CEO husband on her way coming home. After having a flash marriage with him, she found that her newly-married husband was a murderer! A star who had died miserably, a series of murders, and the resurrection of the victim... In front of so many dangers and secrets, she gradually indulged herself in his protection. But, where should her love go?/1/111218/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a6710bf1b91b37097735626cc1ba060&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FLASH MARRIAGE TO MY EX FIANCE'S FATHER
Dumped at the altar, she shocks everyone by marrying her ex-fiancé's father on the spot. Now she's trapped in a scandalous marriage with a ruthless billionaire, while her ex becomes obsessed with winning her back. But the biggest danger isn't the forbidden love... It's the secrets her new husband is hiding./0/85911/coverorgin.jpg?v=b6f40d41daeabc48c216cce8478bc5f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
