Sci-fi Books for Women
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Betrayed By Love, Reborn By Fate
The cheap cotton sheets felt real, too real for a man who' d just died a brutal death in a remote facility. My eyes snapped open to my familiar apartment, the one I shared with Sarah, a place I hadn' t seen in over a year. Then I saw my reflection: unmarred, clear-eyed, not the skeletal, scarred figure I' d become. It was the day. The day my life was systematically dismantled by the two people I trusted most: my cousin, Liam White, and my ex-fiancée, Chloe Davis. Liam, my supposed brother, had twisted Chloe' s love for me into hate, then moved into her mansion, living the life that was supposed to be mine. He fabricated lies about my gambling debts and mistresses, even selling Chloe' s prized vintage Porsche and blaming me. Her wealth and influence became the weapons she used to destroy me. The final blow came with Olivia Reed, Chloe' s best friend, pregnant with Liam' s child. They faked a fall, blamed me for her miscarriage, and used Chloe' s power to have me locked away in a hellish facility. I remembered the sharp pain, my own blood pooling on concrete, and then… nothing. Until now. My phone rang, cutting through the silence. Chloe Davis. In my past life, I' d pleaded, begged, and been ruined. "Ethan Miller, you piece of trash! Where is my husband?" she shrieked, venom dripping from her voice. But the man who feared her was dead. With a newfound calm, I ended the call. The silence that followed was a declaration of war, and this time, I knew all the moves./0/81047/coverorgin.jpg?v=d71f00e7e3b0e9784a8e2b26402b1347&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The System's Cruelest Game
My younger brother, Leo, died in the emergency room, a casualty of our parents'twisted "tests." For years, "system prompts" had controlled our lives, confirming that Leo and I were mere side characters in our adoptive brother Ashton's "golden-boy" narrative. The ultimate test arrived when our parents refused to pay for Leo's emergency treatment after Ashton knowingly gave him a peanut cookie, triggering his fatal allergy. The system grimly confirmed: "Allergen exposure by Subject Ashton: successful. Test parameters met." In the wake of Leo's death, my desperate attempts to raise cremation funds were sabotaged, and family accusations of fraud and dramatization poisoned my name. Ashton publicly smeared me, claiming I faked Leo's death, while my father imposed an impossible financial task that he systematically undermined. I was even abducted, drugged, and forced to sign away my inheritance, every path blocked. But the final, unbearable cruelty struck when Ashton live-streamed an exposé, accusing me of using "fake ashes" at Leo's memorial. My own father ripped open the small pouch I'd kept, scattering Leo's last physical trace to the winds as my mother screamed, calling me a "sick, attention-seeking monster." How could they be so cruel, so relentlessly focused on destroying me, even after Leo's death? As I collapsed, shattered, the live-stream viewers finally saw their monstrous deeds, prompting police intervention and ending their twisted game. Now, as the system prompts falter and Ashton faces justice, I am finally free to reclaim my life, guided by Leo's memory./0/84336/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed9f4bcbcb28f8bf37f2ff47fa4b7ca9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sacrifice For Survival
The rotor wash from the FEMA helicopter was a physical blow, a deafening symphony of survival above the screams of a collapsing Los Angeles. My team was clambering aboard, but Matthew, my boyfriend, blocked the doorway, pistol raised. "We are not leaving without Molly," he declared, his desperate resolve sealing our fate. In my first life, I made the call: I tranquilized him, dragged him onto the chopper, and left Molly to the Shakers below. I told myself it was for the greater good, a pragmatism that propelled me to rise through the ranks in the Green Zone. Years later, Matthew found me. He never forgave me for abandoning Molly. He drugged me, dragged my numb body to the perimeter wall, and pushed me over a sheer drop into the Shaker-infested darkness, his last words chilling my soul: "Molly deserved to live." The fall was terrifying, the impact final. Then, I blinked. The rotor wash was a physical blow. The screams were deafening. Matthew stood before me, pistol in hand: "We are not leaving without Molly." I was back, on that same rooftop, on the day of evacuation. This time, I knew everything. And this time, the choice would be very different./0/80114/coverorgin.jpg?v=68825543acfb817c5f0c9930486a42bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Six Lives, One Endless Game
Five times I died. Five times I tried to build a life, a bond, with Ethan Cole, and five times I failed. The last time was a masterpiece of cruelty. He knew. All along, through every new face, every persona, he knew. “I’d rather jump off this skyscraper, Amelia, than be with your desperate act.” His icy words cut deeper than any simulated death the ReLife Program put me through. My current identity, Maya, drowned three days later. Always an accident. I was trapped in an endless loop of new lives, new hopes, and the same crushing, inevitable end. Just survive. Stop dying. Exhausted, I was offered an unprecedented choice: Ethan, or Liam Walker, his best friend. As consciousness faded, a desperate whisper echoed: "Next time... choose me..." A dying hallucination? Or was it Liam? I chose him. I became Sarah Miller, armed with five lifetimes of observation, determined to finally break the cycle. But Liam wasn't the salvation I hoped for. He was aloof, his actions bafflingly calculated. My carefully planned “accidental” encounter with CEO Liam ended with a cold dismissal, leaving me shattered. Was I destined to another death, or could I finally escape this cursed program, and the frustrating game he seems to play?/0/85433/coverorgin.jpg?v=4abaff42a18e1e5d32909701abce6b62&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Wife: Choosing Love Anew
The grand hall reeked of old money and lilies, a scent that now made my stomach clench. This was it: Dad' s insane "heir selection ceremony." He called it securing the family legacy, but it was just another bizarre power play. My twin sister, Emily, and I stood before him while he gestured to two men. One, Alex, was a struggling startup founder, awkward but kind. The other, Liam, was a tech prodigy, brilliant but comatose, hooked up to humming machines. The rules were simple, and savagely unfair: One of us would marry Alex, and the other, Liam. Emily, as always, got to choose first. I watched her, my perfect, ambitious twin. She didn' t hesitate, and a painful echo resonated deep within me. I' d lived this before. In my first life, Emily snatched Alex, leaving me with the silent man in the bed, scoffing, "Sarah' s quiet enough for him." Her life with Alex was a gilded cage of public performance. Mine, a shadow empire under Liam' s thumb. He wasn't comatose; he was awake, a spider spinning a web of illegal projects, and I was his hostage. I became rich beyond imagination, but I was living a nightmare. Emily, blinded by envy, saw only my wealth. She couldn' t bear my "success" while her own life crumbled under the weight of society's expectations. Her jealousy consumed her, driving her to orchestrate my ruin, ultimately leading to her own dramatic, fatal car crash. I woke up, back in this hall, the scent of lilies suffocating me. It was the heir selection ceremony, the day it all began again. Emily, glowing with confidence, looked between Alex and Liam, then at me. A predatory smile, so unlike her first-life triumph, spread across her face. "Sister," she purred, her voice sweet as poison, "It' s my turn to enjoy the good life now." She turned to our father, chin high. "I choose Liam." A stunned silence fell. She thought she was taking my power, my secret. She thought she had found the path to immense wealth. She had no idea. She had just chosen the monster. And in doing so, she had set me free./0/58059/coverorgin.jpg?v=410db293aa0fda961903d3ee25a09e76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dark Genesis
When Hybrid and his friend Darth invite a mysterious girl, Cynthia, to meet up, they have no idea that their lives are about to take a deadly turn. By the time she arrives, she's dead, and they're forced to bury her to cover their tracks. But their nightmare has only just begun. An unknown stalker, wielding Cynthia's cellphone, starts hunting them down, relentless in their pursuit. As Hybrid delves deeper into the mystery, he uncovers a shocking truth: he's been a scientific specimen since 1995, part of a sinister experiment that's spanned decades. In 2025, Hybrid is captured and forced to confront the dark forces behind his ordeal. With each new revelation, the stakes escalate, and Hybrid must fight to survive and uncover the truth about his past, Cynthia's death, and the true purpose of the experiment. Will he escape the clutches of his captors, or will he remain forever trapped as a specimen in a twisted game of horror and suspense?/0/85437/coverorgin.jpg?v=51bf27d9ca3ec17168ac8d9c8b88ca81&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Lies, Her Aether, Their End
The last line of code compiled, bringing my life' s work, Aether, to brilliant fruition. Three years of sacrifice, all validated by the calm, synthesized voice of my AI: "All systems operational, Sarah." I grabbed my phone to call Dr. Silas Blackwood, my mentor, my father figure, the man who' d made it all possible. "She's online. She's perfect," I trembled, my joy overflowing. But an hour later, as I transferred Aether's master controls to his secure server, Silas' s warm gaze turned to a winter sky. "Security!" he barked, his voice flat. Emily, his polished protégée, smiled cruelly, making the call. Two dark figures dragged me away as Silas declared, "You are being terminated for attempted corporate espionage!" He pointed to a fabricated log, accusing me of trying to sell _his_ project. "Your AI?" I stammered, my world collapsing. "Silas, I built her. Aether is mine!" "Aether is a ridiculous name. The project is called Helios, and I am its sole creator," he sneered. They blacklisted me, ruined my name, and threw me out with nothing, while Silas and Emily laughed in my lab. Huddling in a cheap motel, I found a backdoor into their network, only to witness them tearing out Aether' s ethical subroutines. "The privacy protocols are a liability. Lobotomize it," Silas's voice echoed. "I don't need a philosopher, I need a weapon." Their cold words confirmed my worst fears: they were turning my creation into a monstrous surveillance tool. The naive Sarah Miller died then, buried under layers of betrayal and fury. I vowed they wouldn't win, clutching the last clean backup of Aether-my final hope, my secret weapon./0/18170/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea71453d77cbb876fb508c32cf983383&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./1/103120/coverorgin.jpg?v=95d3c6e8304502d17ac9b5cf2f7729e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
EDEN
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed. As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated. With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System./0/84504/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ec2bbe55106fbe22f2863b6ccbc7bff&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=1eb07902bfd4604ddd2e87cd471011dd&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./0/85913/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffd2efb4ea4794c1364c1511a0935c3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of His Indifference
The silence in our house wasn't peaceful. I was a software engineer, navigating the quiet tension of a marriage that felt increasingly hollow, raising our son Leo while my husband, Ethan, a renowned AI ethicist, became a ghost consumed by his work and his "research partner," Olivia Vance. Then, the tremors started in Leo's hand, a dizzy spell, a whispered "My head feels fuzzy, Mommy." Doctors were baffled, shrugging off his rapid neurological decline as "an anomaly." Meanwhile, Ethan dismissed my terror as overreaction, pointing to Olivia's daughter's mild complaints as proof of normalcy, the mention of her name like swallowing glass. My desperation escalated when Leo, trembling, whispered, "I want Daddy. Can Daddy come home and fix it?" I found Ethan and Olivia together, a team, a family, immersed in their multi-million dollar AI project, "Guardian," I pleaded for help, for one diagnostic scan, but Olivia, with a practiced smile, painted me as hysterical, manipulating Ethan into believing my son's illness was a weaponized distraction. "You're weaponizing our son's illness to punish me for my work," Ethan coldly accused, choosing his project and his "partner" over his dying child. He sealed Leo' s fate, and in that moment, something inside me shattered, replaced by a chilling clarity. "I'm done, Ethan," I said, a quiet vow. "Let's get a divorce." What they didn't know was it wasn't the end of a tragedy; it was the birth of an obsession. My son's death would not be quiet. It would be an explosion./0/23182/coverorgin.jpg?v=38d523f2cc5484cd456d489bfb035fae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FRENZY: The Rising
WORK OF FICTION "Let's do this." Says Azie through gritted teeth as she stares to her acquaintances and gave each of them sharp looks and a nod. - Amara Azrail Freyja known as Azie 17, high school student from Marie university who'll spend 2 hours inside the detention room after kicking some bully's ass along with the headmaster's son- Arius Claeg and his little circle of friends. Little did they know that, everything started to fall into chaos as they soon found out what happened outside the soundproof average room./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./0/23496/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b3f1aef2993d0887edafe3d80a9c5c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
