Sci-fi Books for Women
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The Galaxii Series Omnibus 1
Just think about it. As frontiers go, this is probably the most final of them all, not because it may be the last frontier, but because as long as we try to cross it and explore it, we take it with us. No matter how far we go, the frontier will always be just that much ahead of us, tantalizing our curiosities. Thus, we can never really cross it in so far as just push it back a little. The universe is so vast, so immense, we can never expect to explore it all. It is in effect, not so much a final frontier as an ultimate frontier; the ultimate frontier – as wide as it is deep. Stars shine coldly in the unimaginable blackness. Out of the darkness, a tiny speck caught the distant light of stars – a tiny gray speck that, as it moved, seemed to grow larger, catching the light just so until it revealed itself to be a ship. Mykl d’Angelo groaned where he sat slumped in his chair. The irritating noise was unsettling his pet dog lying on his lap. The wickerwork garden chair creaked pleasantly under him and some native Earth birds made pleasant sounds above while the cool wind wafted over him as he lazily … Wait-a-minute!/0/85438/coverorgin.jpg?v=98d3cdb73288aa071d8f356f6d4e8c96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ex Who Broke His Empire
The air in the grand hall of the Global Tech Summit hummed with my latest triumph, an AI capable of predicting global market trends with terrifying precision. Then I saw him, Liam Thorne, in the front row, his arrogant smirk a chilling reminder of a past I thought I'd buried. I' d poured my genius into his company, Titan Corp, building his vision, only for him to dismantle my own company with my tech, gloating as he ruined me. "My ex-partner, Sarah, spent years building this company, only for you to swoop in and take over. She quietly left and died heartbroken. You deserve this. I' ve been waiting for this day since you first shook my hand." He stole my IP, crippled my business, and left me with crushing debt and public disgrace. Why had I ever trusted him? How could such brilliance be twisted into such cruelty? This time, there would be no mistakes. Reborn from the ashes of my past, I stood on that stage, ready to write my own future./0/80745/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c742e3e7b721a3d7ca1240cd10f6662&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Face In The Footage
My name is Sarah Miller, and I’m reliving the worst day of my life. I’ve already lived this nightmare once: my five-year-old daughter, Emily, gone. She’s found drowned, and chilling security footage shows *me* pushing her into the pond. The first time, I was branded "Monster Mom," a "Child Killer," and died in prison, screaming my innocence. My parents withered under the shame. But I woke up, back on that same Tuesday. I vowed to change everything, locked every door, kept Emily home. Yet, she vanished from our locked house. And the footage? It still shows *me* pushing her. My husband, Mark, erupted in rage, my mother-in-law shrieked accusations as I was arrested. How can this be happening again? I changed everything! The house was secure! Who is doing this? Who is truly framing me in this impossible loop? As the handcuffs clicked, a desperate, insane lie tore from me: "It wasn't me! It was my parents! They’re the killers!" This shocking accusation, born of raw anguish, bought me precious time. It forced the police to look beyond the obvious, leading them to a fake preschool setup and the terrifying truth: my identical twin sister, Jessica, thought long dead, was alive. And she wanted my life./0/80902/coverorgin.jpg?v=8061ac9ad4becf79935aeea2b4f24f19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Last Regret: Unmade
The city festival lights blurred, then the world exploded into screams and dust. Liam was on top of me, saving me again, for the third time. But this time, his last words, choked out with blood, were not what I expected. "If only... I had never met you." Ten years of a cold marriage, of my unrequited love, ended with that brutal, devastating line. At his funeral, his mother’s sharp voice cut through my grief: "He died because of you. Always you." The whispers followed me out of the church, society agreeing I was the reason Liam Walker, the city’s golden boy, was dead at thirty-three. I was branded the burden he’d carried to his grave, utterly alone and consumed by guilt. Liam’s words echoed, haunting me: "If only I had never met you." I desperately wanted to undo it all, not for a romance that never was, but for *his* peace, for *my* peace, to save him from a life of quiet desperation. Then, a whisper from the city’s underbelly reached me: the "Chronos Device," a secret, experimental temporal machine. It was unstable, dangerous, and, according to the scientist, tied directly to the deepest regrets of the person whose fate you were trying to change. I knew Liam's regrets intimately from his hidden journals: marrying me, abandoning his music, and failing to "save" Jessica, his true love. Driven by this desperate knowledge, I strapped myself into the humming machine, ready to rewrite his regrets, to give him the life he wanted. Even if it meant erasing myself from his life and future forever./0/84504/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204721&imageMogr2/format/webp)
D.C. Descent: A Family's Fight
For five years, deep space was my home, and the silent, humming dark was my constant companion as Captain of the U.S. Space Force vessel Odyssey. But the silence from Earth was a different kind of burden. My mother, Senator Annabel Clark, was a force of nature, her weekly messages a lifeline of D.C. gossip and advice, often spiced with my sister Stella' s chaotic teenage energy. Then, they just stopped. My father's sterile updates mumbled about "chronic illness" and "privacy," but it felt horribly wrong. So, I used my Captain's clearance – a privilege rarely abused – to redirect a surveillance satellite toward our family estate in Washington D.C., looking not for signs of illness, but for signs of life. The feed came through, crisp and clear, showing sprawling lawns lit up, tents erected, an orchestra playing. It was a huge party. My blood ran cold. I zoomed in. There, on the main veranda, stood my father, Matthew Roberts, beaming. Beside him, my breath hitched: Sabrina Johns, his high school flame. And between them, a girl in a lavish white gown. Molly, Sabrina' s daughter. They were holding a debutante ball. This was a flagrant, public declaration. A coup. They were celebrating in my mother's house while she and Stella were silent. A burning thought ignited, consuming every ounce of anticipation the trip home should have held: They were in my mother' s house. I stormed to the comms station, unleashing a command that would send a silver needle back to the heart of the world I'd left behind. My family couldn't wait./0/20522/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd6923ab7f31dfd8f889757db4617640&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Light
LIGHT Genre: Sci-if, Fantasy and Adventure Lumière Bisset was a powerful witch of twenty years old. She was the only child of Dr. Corentin and Mrs. Aimee Bisset. She was singlehandedly raised by her mom who cut her out off the supernatural world because she was yet to get over her husband's death. Lumière lived a normal life like she didn't possess any superpowers, yet she was the Light to Destroy Darkness. Lumière is drawn into the supernatural world again when two opposing factions approached her to join their ranks and help them. Their aims were the exact opposite of the other: one wanted to destroy the thing Lumière hated most, the other asked for her help in saving it. What did she do? Find out In this story!/0/83097/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202146&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surrogate's Ordeal
Sarah Miller believed in her perfect marriage to Michael Thompson, a kind, strong former Army Ranger. He gifted her a silver locket, a cherished heirloom for "protection," a symbol of their unbreakable love. But Michael's attention increasingly shifted to Chloe Ashford, a fragile D.C. power broker's daughter, whom he claimed he had to protect. Sarah felt a growing unease, unaware the locket he gave her was covertly monitoring her, its hidden circuitry linked directly to Chloe. One night, Sarah overheard Michael on a secure line: "Protocol Seven is active... Pre-emptive measures for the Surrogate." Immediately, she was ambushed, abducted, and brutally tortured. As her locket snapped, it exposed its true, sinister purpose, broadcasting Michael's cold, professional directives to her tormentors. He was using her agony as a "diversion" for Chloe's "stabilization." Her entire marriage was a calculated lie, her role a disposable "Surrogate" for the mysterious "Aegis Initiative." The ultimate betrayal struck when she realized she was pregnant with his child, a life imperiled by his monstrous orchestration. How could the man she loved, her protector, willingly destroy her and their baby for another? Then came the tearing pain; her baby, sacrificed for Chloe, was gone. With her last agonizing breath, Sarah hid truth-telling evidence, ensuring her story, though tragic, would become Michael' s chilling reckoning. This was the prelude to a terrifying cascade of events where love became a weapon, and secrets refused to stay buried./0/68080/coverorgin.jpg?v=f4a835e1a1aae77c9a2ac0cad5e95767&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fractured Horizons - The Rift Paradox
When a rogue experiment tears the fabric of reality, three friends-Alex, Amira, and Luis-are thrust into a desperate mission to save their planet from annihilation. But the stakes are higher than anyone imagined. As the trio navigates collapsing dimensions, their tangled emotions threaten to shatter their unity: Amira's unrequited love for Alex creates a dangerous rift, while Luis's silent affection for Amira fuels hidden resentment. When Amira disappears into the mysterious void, Alex and Luis must risk everything to find her. But the deeper they venture into the fragmented worlds beyond the rift, the more they realize this isn't just about saving Amira-it's about unraveling the truth behind a force that could destroy them all. With time running out and sacrifices mounting, Alex and Luis must face an impossible question: what are they willing to lose to save the ones they love? In The Rift Paradox, love and loyalty are tested against the backdrop of collapsing realities, leaving readers on the edge of their seats-and desperate for the next chapter./0/85914/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e0c2ee1a8921d9343c25ddf3fbd92bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lost Love, Forgotten Son
The scent of stale coffee and disinfectant. That' s how the world came back, as I slumped in a hard plastic chair at the police station. "Mr. Miller, we have no record of a child named Leo." Those words hung in the air, heavy and impossible. They said I' d gone to the kindergarten in a panic, claiming my child was missing, but the principal and teachers swore they' d never seen me with a child. My wife, Ava, arrived, confused and scared, denying we had a son. They showed me security footage: me, gesturing wildly at an empty space. My phone was empty too; all photos, all videos of Leo, gone. The crushing weight of their disbelief, the pity mixed with annoyance, made me feel like an insane man who had invented a son. Had I failed him? Had I let him disappear? Was I just crazy? The self-blame was suffocating. Then, I blinked. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across our familiar bedroom wall. The digital clock read 7:05 AM. It was the same day the nightmare began. I heard a child' s high-pitched giggle from the kitchen. It was Leo. Hope surged through me. A second chance. This time, I wouldn't fail./0/83725/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6d187563c6adacea01c4fe73580a8a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chloe's Legacy: A Vow of Vengeance
Six years ago, my best friend Chloe and I made a pact: escape our dead-end town and conquer the world. We thrived. My husband, Alex, was Governor, and Chloe, pregnant and radiating joy, celebrated at his inaugural ball. This was our victory, our grand triumph. Then, a gunman appeared. Chloe, without a second' s thought, shielded me, taking the bullet meant for my chest. She collapsed, a crimson stain blooming on her white gown. As my world narrowed to her fading life, I saw my husband, Alex, not looking at us, but instinctively shielding another woman: Jessica Davenport, his high school sweetheart. He chose her. In that moment of terror, he protected his ghost from the past, not his wife. Chloe whispered of a "reset" clause, a way back she'd hidden, before taking her last breath. My sister, my other half, gone because she protected me, while my husband protected someone else. Rage, cold and hard, festered inside me. But then, a cryptic message arrived: Failsafe activated. Chloe' s final directive. It led to a vast, hidden network – private investigators, data miners, offshore accounts. Chloe had given me a weapon. She wanted a reset, to go back to a forgotten past. But going back meant they would all get away with it. Alex. Ethan. Jessica. Instead, I decided to burn their entire world to the ground./0/85761/coverorgin.jpg?v=040d57a58237212cfe90d39d913817b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother's Love, A Daughter's Fury
My father, Richard Sterling, built his empire on control, and I, Ava, was just another asset in his meticulously ordered life. My mother, Dr. Eleanor Vance, the brilliant AI ethicist, was deemed inconvenient, a "disaster" to be managed. One day, she was gone, taken by men in dark suits on my father's orders, her privacy twisted into shame. He paraded his new assistant, Charlotte Hayes, her smile triumphant, pregnant with his "new beginning," while my mother lay in the woods, a body identified only by a stranger. He dismissed my pleas, my fears, my desperate attempts to uncover the truth, painting me as hysterical, a nuisance to his carefully crafted narrative. He celebrated on a yacht in the Maldives, sipping champagne, while I clutched a fragmented data drive, a digital breadcrumb trail that whispered of murder, not accident. How could the man who taught me to ride a bike, who promised to never let me fall, betray us so completely? How could society believe his lies and brand my mother an unstable genius? My heart screamed for justice, for the truth to shatter the polished facade of Sterling Dynamics. With the help of my uncle and grandmother, I began to piece together the chilling reality: my mother wasn't just gone, she was silenced, murdered by the very people who claimed to love her. And I would make them pay./0/82634/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa6d2f77dd675cd596f73058b9e0bb7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Phoenix Plan
My phone buzzed on the morning of my SATs. A text from Liam, my older brother, who vanished three years ago, right after his own SATs. "Don't take the test. I'll explain. Don't tell Mom." But the woman fussing over me wasn' t my Mom. The scar on her neck was on the wrong side. My 'dad' wore his watch on the wrong wrist. They were imposters, eerily calm, forcing me towards that exam-the last thing Liam had endured before he disappeared. Then, Liam's best friend, Ethan, seemed to join their twisted game. He calmly told me Liam was dead and I was hallucinating. My phone, once full of my own proof, was wiped clean. They were systematically gaslighting me, pushing me to question my sanity. Why were they so obsessed with this test? What was truly happening? Was I insane, or was it all a terrifying lie? Just as I stood on the brink of despair, another text from Liam appeared, seemingly from nowhere. He used our private "Phoenix Plan" code. He confirmed my terrifying suspicion: I was trapped. In a simulation. And to truly escape, he wrote, "You have to jump. From where you are now." It was my only hope. So, I jumped./0/84200/coverorgin.jpg?v=9146ffd1691ad5bda94860949fb375b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Toxic Inheritance: Sisters Forged in Fire
The crystal decanter felt heavy in my hand as I prepared to strike my sister, Gabby, believing she had betrayed our family. Suddenly, glowing blue messages appeared before my eyes, revealing a shocking truth: I was being played, and my brother Ethan and our supposed sister Nicole were orchestrating a cruel frame-up. My world shattered as I watched them feign innocence, and Ethan, caught in his lie, spitefully ordered Gabby to be locked in the terrifying wine cellar, a place of profound trauma for her. The realization that I had been a blind participant in my family' s monstrous charade, that I had stood by while Gabby was tormented, hit me like a physical blow. But seeing Gabby's pure terror, and knowing Ethan had tortured her for weeks, something cold and sharp hardened inside me: I was done feeling guilty; I was going to turn her into a weapon./0/84826/coverorgin.jpg?v=317b1f7ce5c3f835b3be725e4f2e93b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A System's Cruel Joke
My body was a battlefield of pain, every nerve screaming as I grasped for control. A chilling, mechanical voice echoed in my mind, a death sentence: "Mission failed. Countdown initiated: 30 days." I was Olivia, or rather, the soul inhabiting her body, given a second chance by a mysterious System to mend fractured relationships with Daniel and Ethan. I' d poured my heart into earning their affection, and for a time, I succeeded. We laughed, we shared meals, we were a family once more. My life extended, filled with a joy I' d never known. But then Clara arrived. Introduced as a long-lost cousin, she systematically dismantled everything. Charming, fragile, and a master manipulator, she twisted their love, turning their protective instincts to her, casting me as the jealous villain. My carefully earned affection points plummeted, and with them, my health. The pain began, a constant, gnawing reminder of their betrayal. Every attempt to remind them of our bond was met with accusation, and every tear from Clara sealed my fate. How could they be so blind? So utterly consumed by her act that they couldn' t see the real me, dying before their eyes? Was the past we shared, the love we'd built, truly so easily erased? As the countdown relentlessly ticked, a grim acceptance settled upon me. I was losing everything, abandoned by the very people I was fighting to live for. The fight was gone. But then, a cruel knock at the door – Daniel' s voice, impatient and cold. It was time for my final act./0/18184/coverorgin.jpg?v=c60e1b58a5a91e9e4a40f397df7bd1f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Princess of AMBER ("A living THING" sequel)
I felt a slight pressure applied around my waist. First, I didn't pay attention to it, as my whole focus was on nearly dying girl in front of me. It got tighter and I felt a warmth of air hit my abs through fabric. My gaze fell on the unknown source nearly under me. Laura. Her hands wrapped around me, her face buried in to the fabric covering my stomach. I felt her hot breath hitting me hard, her small form shaking. It appeared to me, that she was crying, her sobs - silent. "Please! Let her go.... Don't be sad......" she squeezed me tighter. Sad? I was not..... My head moved up. In the dark brown glass decor, I saw my face. I felt mad, angry and all kind of other emotions, but the only one visible was the sorrow and pain. The expression I have never seen on myself before. It looked so foreign, I looked so strange in my own eyes. "Please don't kill my friend, Bryce! ..... Please.....please..... please stop it...." From the shock, I released Sharlene's .../0/83732/coverorgin.jpg?v=507be04b9a0c93453c716bbb8a9ddbea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Programmed Redemption
I woke up to the sterile beep of a heart monitor – but I was already dead, or should have been. My brother, Leo, paralyzed and silenced by an accident that was my fault, was all I could think of as I swallowed those pills. Then a cold, digital voice in my head offered a deal: fulfill 100 impossible requests for New York' s reclusive tech billionaire, Julian Croft, and Leo would be saved. I became his "personal assistant," more like his public punching bag, enduring two years of humiliation where I was dubbed "Julian's Lapdog" by every tabloid. I waded into freezing Met Gala fountains in couture gowns, repainted penthouses overnight, and publicly took the blame for his screw-ups, all for a brother no one else knew existed. The 99th task was done. The 100th, the final payment, was supposed to cure Julian's "dying" girlfriend, Victoria. It meant undergoing an experimental, agonizing procedure that everyone, including Julian, secretly believed would be my ultimate act of "love" for him. But then Victoria herself, with a venomous smirk, whispered a revelation: her illness was a lie, a "minor nerve disorder," and my procedure wasn't just "dangerous," it was 100% fatal. I was literally going to die as a sick test for Julian's devotion to her. Then I saw Julian' s silhouette, frozen just outside the door. He' d heard everything. Yet, I smiled. Why did I willingly accept a certain death for Julian, knowing he' d been manipulated and I' d been sacrificed for a lie? Because my world was bigger than his, and my real reward was already waiting. I was going home./0/81855/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2d7b5095435ae14b15902c753d26555&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Frozen Heart, Unfrozen Love
Olivia Hayes, an ambitious tech queen, was soaring, immersed in her glitzy wedding plans with COO Marcus Thorne. Unseen, her young ward, Ethan, battled a terminal leukemia diagnosis, his quiet love for Olivia his only anchor. Desperate, Ethan revealed his illness and a radical last hope: experimental cryopreservation. But Olivia, consumed by her own world and Marcus' s insidious influence, shockingly dismissed his desperate plea as a manipulative stunt. Fueled by Marcus' s lies and a rigged medical report, Olivia publicly shamed Ethan for "faking" his death sentence. Heartbroken, Ethan vanished silently on her wedding day, his legal status brutally terminated, leaving a void Olivia initially chose to ignore. Then, the horrifying truth: Ethan wasn't faking. He was dying, and Marcus had betrayed them both. Olivia was left reeling, consumed by a crushing guilt for her monumental blindness, her dismissal of his genuine love, and the unimaginable suffering she inflicted. How could she have allowed herself to be so tragically misled? In a furious storm of regret and a dawning, fierce love, Olivia vowed revenge and redemption. She decimated Marcus' s empire, poured her vast fortune into bringing Ethan back, and made the ultimate vow: to enter cryosleep herself, joining him across time, ensuring he would never awaken alone again./0/86553/coverorgin.jpg?v=3422e3127d64b077d3c8b2d293c06478&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Ashes, A Bitter Return
The world was broken, but Ava and Chloe had carved out a sanctuary, a humming city built on their code and trust. Then Jake and Noah arrived, charming visionaries promising to restore everything, and swept them into a future where love and sacrifice felt like the ultimate currency. Ava gave her heart, her expertise, and even her unborn child to Jake' s grand project, believing in a quiet life for them both after the chaos. But the day she nearly died saving Jake, and Chloe was brutally violated on Noah' s mission, Ava began to sense a discordant note in their heroic narrative. "We can restore everything," Jake had said, "Not just this city. The whole system." The truth, whispered in a dark hallway, ripped Ava's reality to shreds. "It's all for Olivia." Her love, her lost child, Chloe' s suffering-all meticulously planned sacrifices for Olivia Reed, a socialite they were installing on a new throne. The betrayal was an icy hand around her heart. The rage that replaced her grief was too raw, too dangerous to show. She had been a loyal soldier, Chloe a lab rat, and their every pain a strategic chess move. Now, with her children gone and Chloe dying in her arms, sacrificed again, one last time, to protect her, Ava heard the final, chilling whisper from Chloe's lips: "Go... home... Ava." There was no home left for Ava in this fake world. Not unless she burned it all down. And the monster who orchestrated it all was about to see just how alone he really was./0/86554/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211922&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Coma to Clarity: A Wife's Reckoning
The screech of tires, then black. I woke up in a void, a sterile blue screen floating before me, informing me I was Ava Miller, critically comatose, and tasked with a "Life Reformation" mission. One hundred missions, healing me 1% at a time, fulfilled the regrets of strangers. Ninety-eight down, and I was almost free, almost back to my life, my career, my husband Liam. Then mission 99 dropped. The client: Liam Stone. His request? To erase the public proposal that started our love story in high school. My love story. My heart pounded, disbelieving. It had to be a cruel twist, a cosmic joke. But then his tired, weary voice filled the silence. "I'm just so, so tired of this marriage. Seeing you lying in that bed... it's a burden. The whole thing was a mistake. Ava was always a bit much, so intense, so dramatic. Chloe was just... easy." And the final blow: "She let herself go even before the accident. There were stretch marks on her stomach... she looks like a corpse." He was speaking about me, the unconscious woman he vowed to cherish. The vibrant, loving man I married found my very existence sickening. The betrayal was a physical ache, a venomous poison seeping into my core. All my efforts, all my pain, all the lives I had changed-just to get back to him, only for him to declare me an intolerable burden, a mistake he wished to undo. A cold, hard resolve crystallized within me. He had shattered my heart, but he wouldn't take my life with it. My path to waking up, my only hope, depended on fulfilling his cruel, humiliating wish. With trembling fingers, I typed my reply: "I'll do it."/0/84521/coverorgin.jpg?v=01a7b1d709530ff6cebb33e88af8cf1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
