Xuanhuan Books for Women
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Revenge On My Deceptive Bride
The cold prickle of the lethal injection syringe was my last sensation. Then, I gasped, choking on air, my lungs burning as I shot upright in my own bed. It was the morning of the day my life ended the first time. Framed for a brutal hit-and-run, I' d watched my family crumble and my fiancée, Chloe, look on with pity-filled eyes. Now, the date on my phone confirmed it. I was back. A soft knock, and Chloe stood in the doorway, smiling. Her presence, once comforting, now sent a jolt of pure fear through me. I remembered the courtroom, her sorrowful gaze-it felt like a prelude to my personal hell. "Leo, you awake? I made breakfast." Her voice dripped with concern, a perfect performance. My instinct screamed: change everything. I told her I wasn' t feeling well, cancelling the fateful drive. Her smile flickered, a micro-expression of annoyance I' d missed before. Hours later, I heard her hushed voice from the living room, tight with frustration. "No, he didn' t go," she hissed. "The point is to ruin him, whether he' s on the coast road or sitting on his damn couch. Find another way." My world tilted. The woman I was to marry was plotting my destruction. The cold dread of betrayal numbed me, then a white-hot rage ignited. I bolted, my mind a blur. I had to run, to put distance, to survive. But she was standing there, a fresh smile on her face. "Feeling better?" she asked. I pushed past her, fumbling with the lock, her voice calling my name echoing like a curse. I ran until I hit the street and called my best friend, Matt. He picked me up, confused but loyal. I told him Chloe was setting me up, omitting the rebirth. "Chloe? She adores you. Maybe you misunderstood." "I didn' t misunderstand, Matt! I heard her. She said, 'The point is to ruin him.' " He believed me, taking me to his apartment, the safest place on Earth. I hoped I had dodged the bullet. Then the news broke. "Police in Oceanville are searching for a suspect in a violent hit-and-run that occurred just an hour ago on Seaside Boulevard." My blood froze. Seaside Boulevard was nowhere near the coast road. But the face on the screen was mine. LEO VANCE. Wanted. Dangerous. My beer bottle shattered. "Leo," Matt whispered, his face pale. "What the hell is this?" Confusion turned to anger. "You lied to me! You were driving! You involved me in this!" The sirens wailed. They had found us. Just like before. The trap wasn' t a location; it was a narrative. And it had snapped shut around me again./0/18222/coverorgin.jpg?v=1887a91e45e8b9a97aea93da35a27ae1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blind Empress Rebirth
Huan Meirong was blinded by love and took things for granted. Despite being smart and powerful, she was deceived by her most beloved person, her husband, the Emperor of Huang Empire along her most trusted friend. She was played by them from the start; all the love and laughs had been all false! How naive had she been! In the end, she was drugged and her heart was stabbed by the hands of her best friend as her husband watched with cold eyes; there was no love within them, she must have been truly blind to not have seen it in all the years she had been by his side. But the Heavens were benevolent and gave her a second opportunity. She was reborn in a different body, recovering her youthful looks but as she had told herself in her death many times, she was really blind and not in a figurative manner, her eyes couldn't see./0/83458/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fe8750593198f7818324b7cddc7a260&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bait Boy's Billionaire Secret
The preliminary exam for the Presidential Scholarship was about to begin. I stared at the essay prompt: "The Nature of Ambition." I knew exactly what to write. A flawless essay, every sentence a stroke of genius, destined to secure my spot in the finals and launch my brilliant future. But in my last life, that perfect essay became my death sentence. Mere minutes before I could hand in my paper, my rival, Ethan, uploaded an identical one online. Then, he and my girlfriend, Jessica, launched a brutal campaign, painting me as a fraud, a plagiarist who stole from the school's golden boy. The scandal utterly destroyed me. I was expelled, the scholarship snatched away. The immense stress broke my mother's weak heart; she died, still questioning my integrity. My father, a humble bait-and-tackle shop owner, spent his entire life savings trying to clear my name before he perished in a suspicious boating "accident." Left with nothing, watching Ethan celebrate his Yale graduation online, I extinguished my own life. The cold, hard rage of that injustice consumed me, even in death. How did they know every thought, every perfect turn of phrase? How could they have replicated my genius so flawlessly, systematically dismantling my life while I was powerless? Now, I'm back. In the same exam room, at the same desk, with the same clock ticking down. This time, I' m not just rewriting an essay. I' m rewriting history. And the script calls for a reckoning./0/18225/coverorgin.jpg?v=578eb8d1ca2819f3f30af99cc97359ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ENEMY
Losing everything in the blink of an eye,her royal status,her family and her country. Aurora has only one agenda in her life,to destroy her enemy! Overtaking every country, his goal was to reunite the world,be it death!he would stop at nothing...he wasn't human afterall,he was the leader of the whitewalker!/0/86747/coverorgin.jpg?v=3cae98b77f0a1e99721d8d9abc4379ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Proposal, Her Two Choices
In my past life, a divine power offered my sister and me a choice between two life systems. Olivia, my older sister, eagerly chose the "Socialite Siren," while I was left with the "Independent Achiever," a system that demanded tireless, solitary effort. Ten years later, I had achieved hard-won but lonely success as a tech startup founder, while Olivia, having manipulated her way through the city's elite, lay paralyzed after a brutal accident. Her resentment, however, burned brighter than ever, culminating in her stabbing me repeatedly in a hospital room. My vision faded, only to snap open again. I was back at the moment of choice, the shimmering orbs presenting themselves once more. A cruel smile twisted Olivia's lips as she snatched the "Independent Achiever," believing she was taking the superior path and leaving me with the "leftovers." She smirked. "Looks like you're stuck with the leftovers, Chloe. Good luck trying to charm your way through life. I'll be watching you fail." This time, I almost laughed. After reliving the brutal isolation of the "Independent Achiever," I knew true independence wasn't about lonely hell. Olivia, blinded by greed and pride, had no idea I was finally free. With profound relief, I touched the pink orb. "I choose the 'Socialite Siren' system." This time, I wouldn't be its prisoner; I'd change the rules completely./0/61883/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1efb405ce6de076beb3889fc939ab09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Avenge My Trapped Fairy Mother
Here’s the translation of the text into English: --- Mother is a fairy from the heavens. For the sake of Father, she stayed in the mortal world, creating a beautiful tale. But only I know that Mother was stripped of her feathered robe, the source of all her powers, and was forced to remain in the human realm. At the age of seven, I knocked on Mother’s door in the dead of night. She was barely clothed, her body limp, lying in the arms of Emperor Father, biting her lip in humiliation. She held me and said, "Ali, go quickly, and never come back." Later, she lay in my arms, covered in blood, laughing with wild abandon. "Ali, Mother can only help you this far." "The rest of the journey, you must walk on your own." I held Mother’s lifeless body, gripping the small knife tightly in my hand. "Mother, don’t worry." "I will soon send them down to accompany you." --- Let me know if you need any further assistance!/0/23870/coverorgin.jpg?v=30112dcfc66f3c0f62a2afb4a3f4e808&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Watchers –Elementals
When the wild lighting was invoked by an unknown person, it throws the secret world of the Ànjanu– Guardians of the five portals to hell upside down. Mikel Adele, an Ànjanu prince who thought himself human was brought into the secret ancient war between demons and the watchers. But this time, it may not remain secret because the watchers themselves are picking sides and the wild lightning will claim its master. Adike Coldbreaker, the heir to one of the powerful portal watches will face her greatest challenge yet and also answer the question of what happened fourteen years ago when her mother died. Love and war power and ambition. What will happen to the human world if the wild lighting isn't tame? When the Watch Lord themselves take to the sky and fight with fire and ice, air and earth./0/85351/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcfb1c3eebf9adb21026b24a45bf5435&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Victim: Love's Dark Turn
The last thing I saw in my first life was my sister Chloe' s enraged face, her hands squeezing the life out of me. "This is your fault," she hissed, as my parents, Sarah and Richard, watched-my mother holding me down, my father glaring at me from beside the wrecked car. They blamed me for everything: the cross-country road trip that was Chloe' s selfish whim, her high-risk pregnancy, and ultimately the fender bender that led to her premature labor and the loss of her baby. Despite my warnings, they only saw my supposed jealousy and the money Chloe's rich husband, Ethan, offered. "She was always a burden," my father' s cold voice was the last sound I heard before darkness consumed me. Then, I gasped, my eyes flying open, the smell of turpentine filling my nose. I was back in my art studio, unharmed, just as my phone began to ring. It was Mom. My blood ran cold; I knew this was the day they' d propose the trip. Every memory of their betrayal, their hatred, and my agonizing death flooded back. This time, things would be different. "Hello?" I answered, my voice steady. "Ava? Finally," my mother' s impatient voice said. "Listen, dear, we have the most wonderful news." A cold, quiet resolve settled over me. They wanted a pawn, a servant, a scapegoat, and they had gotten me killed for it once. Now, I would give them what they wanted, and watch them choke on it./0/84883/coverorgin.jpg?v=32f21cf37db40ca178d9a815c4a61575&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed By My Maid
The last thing I remembered was the cold, the damp dungeon walls, and the raw, blinding pain as David, the man I loved, cursed me for Bethany' s death. His boot connected with my ribs, a sharp crack echoing in the small cell, as he snarled, "She killed herself because of you… you worthless woman." Broken, stripped of everything, I realized Bethany, my personal maid, had manipulated him, orchestrating her own death to frame me, sealing my fate. His final words, a curse of rot and forgotten names, followed me into the abyss. Then, I opened my eyes. I was in a lavish dressing room, in a stunning wedding gown; it was my wedding day, and my fiancé was David, no longer a brutal general but a charismatic tech CEO. A wave of nausea washed over me, because standing right there, about to be my maid of honor, was Bethany. The cold stone and crushing pain of my past life were vivid, sickeningly real. I was back at the beginning, the very day my destruction had woven its first thread. Clara, my loyal assistant, whispered, "I just saw Bethany… with David. In the garden conservatory. She was… holding onto him, crying. He was stroking her hair. It didn\'t look right." The pieces clicked into place, the exact same betrayal, the same opening act of their cruel play. In their story, I was the villain, the jealous, cruel woman. But this time, I wouldn\'t play my part. I would walk off their stage, and rewrite my own./0/82857/coverorgin.jpg?v=93b17341f85c12f57bc1581f5611678c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Blood, My Destiny Rewritten
My blood is a secret, a rare healing gift, but in my first life, it sealed my painful destiny. Because I healed Ethan Davenport Jr., an ancient family pact forced me into a miserable marriage with him, a man who despised me and loved the cunning Veronica Sterling. Veronica, in a vicious plot, faked a terrible accident and convinced Ethan that only my special blood could save her. Blinded by his infatuation, Ethan ruthlessly demanded my life essence, forcing me to bleed for her, again and again. I died from exsanguination, my extraordinary power grotesquely twisted into the instrument of my demise. The revelation of Veronica's calculated deception and my husband's complicity was a shattering, unbearable injustice that followed me into the void. But then, I woke up, back on the precise day my tragedy began, granted an impossible second chance. This time, I will not be a victim; I will rewrite my fate, wielding my gift to build a life of my own choosing, far from their shadows./0/18249/coverorgin.jpg?v=eca0fb29dfb2083480375e0dda8cf113&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rise of the Demon Queen
The feeble eldest daughter of the Ran family and a widely-known good-for-nothing, Ai Ning was accused of a crime she didn't commit by her own family and fiance. She became a village's virgin sacrifice to a dying demon lord in order to quell his wrath. But an unexpected twist occurred when the demon lord formed a pact with her, and she was reborn as a demon. Two curses were forced on her. 1. All men who approach her have the undeniable urge to defeat her and win her hand in marriage. 2. If she doesn't continue to fight, her life will flicker out. What will happen when the exiled Celestial Prince gets too close to her?/0/84112/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f0ee4ce7344b00b407ec4b202486698&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Hundredth Death: A Mother's Vengeance
I had died 99 times for Ethan Lester, my sacrifice healing him with our family's ancient elixir, believing his promises of a future as his First Lady. But when I lay in my hospital bed, pregnant with our child, the truth exploded around me like a bomb: Ethan and his manipulative lover, Nicole, had meticulously planned my family's massacre to steal every last drop of our elixir and now wanted it from my unborn baby. My world shattered as I heard Ethan coldly declare my family's extermination "necessary" for Nicole's healing, plotting to "rescue" me later and lie about the gang who "took" me, while I was trapped, starving, and tortured. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, orchestrate such an unspeakable horror, sacrificing everything and everyone I held dear for a mere scar on his mistress? As the surgeon's scalpel touched my skin, with my last breath and a mother's furious love, I poured every ounce of my life force into my son, making my 100th death my final act of defiance, ensuring he would never bring me back./0/18096/coverorgin.jpg?v=56968bcbcc2e98a75b79e1672d03eb46&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ultimate Heartbreak of Chef Zheng Mimi
After Zheng Mimi passes away as Yu Zhenzhen, she wakes up from her coma to find everything different. Not only had it been a few years after the last time she ate a rotten egg, but she realizes her family has fallen into poverty because of her medical bills. To add onto her distress, she had long lost her job at the restaurant Starlight, no longer a popular, famous chef but a nameless, poor chef without reputation. With the support of her family, Zheng Mimi forces her broken heart to the back of her mind and slowly begins to rebuild her life, starting with a simple restaurant named Délicieux. Slowly, Zheng Mimi regains her former glory as a popular chef, except this time, she is known to be an Ice Queen. The same Ice Queen that attracts the attention of many suitors, including a powerful CEO named Wang Jinfeng.../0/18411/coverorgin.jpg?v=2aa35970e8a19637a13a56a5e1267386&imageMogr2/format/webp)
To Walk The Mist
Ed is from the physical plane, a locked plane. On a quest to repay a debt, he was tricked into a place called the mist by the very person who gave him the quest. Now trapped in the mist, he travels with a witch, a god and the longest-living mortal he had mistakenly dragged with him from the physical plane to find out who he is to be hunted by the realm of gods and reach the realm of god eater to be able to return home. "Ya! Old pervert! I heard you have a disciple. Which training ground did you send him?" "it's definitely a ground.. An execution ground!" "old pervert. Your disciple is about to break through? what kind of pill do you want me to concoct for him?" "a good pill! His tribulation lightening, If possible, let's make it stay a few more days." "old pervert. Your disciple needs more tribulation lightening?" "don't bother! Tribulation lightening refuses to come no matter what unheavenly act we commit! Say, old Iba! I heard you got some demon fire, lend it to me to test it on him. If it's original, I'll return it."/0/81143/coverorgin.jpg?v=99a95f2089cf86a43a0a5df2f5624d08&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Unconventional Bride
Eleanor Hayes, my godmother, sat across from me in her familiar study, presenting glossy portfolios for my future. "It's time you thought seriously about settling down," she said, gentle yet firm. My heart slammed against my ribs, a desperate drum. This conversation. This room. I knew it. A cold dread, sharp as a winter blade, pierced through me, an echo from a life already lived. Isabelle Vance. Her beautiful, cruel face flashed, bringing with it the suffocating memories of my first existence. "You were never good enough for me, Ethan," she' d hissed, her eyes like ice, a final cut. That bitter, public divorce, her humiliating betrayal with Julian Croft. Then, the shouting, the chaotic confrontation, and her spoiled child' s reckless prank. The fall. Darkness. A chilling plunge into an ornamental lake, drowning amidst the detached laughter of society. My own death, undeniably real, my last breath choked with bitter regret and public ridicule. Now, I was back. Years earlier. At this exact, pivotal moment that began my first life' s spiral into ruin. I could feel the ghost of that past betrayal, the hollowness of a future wasted, screaming at me. I had been a fool, desperate for acceptance from the wrong woman. But this time, a second chance pulsed with terrifying clarity. This time, I would defy expectations. This time, I would choose my own destiny, no matter how unconventional./0/89438/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc217e132b79bbd452b2a33dba7a3829&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dying for His True Happiness
In New York, everyone knew Grady Allen lived for me, Emely Harrison. He was my shadow, my protector, my world, and our future seemed inevitable. But as I lay dying from ALS, I overheard him whisper, "Emely, my duty to you is done. If there is a next life, I pray I can be with Kandy." My world shattered. His lifelong devotion wasn't love, but guilt for Kandy Paul, a woman who had taken her own life after he' d left her. Reborn, I found Grady with amnesia, deeply in love with Kandy. To give him the happiness he truly desired, I concealed my own early-onset ALS diagnosis and broke off our engagement, telling his parents, "I won't chain him to a dying woman out of a sense of duty he doesn't even remember." Despite my efforts, Kandy' s insecurity led her to frame me, accusing me of throwing her engagement ring and setting fire to the mansion. Grady, believing her, threw me into a muddy pit and later choked me, snarling, "You're not even as good as a dog. At least a dog is loyal." During a kidnapping, I saved Kandy, nearly dying myself, only to wake in a hospital to learn Grady had spared no expense for her, while I lay abandoned. Why did he choose her, even when his body instinctively reached for me? Why did he believe her lies? I had given him everything, even my life, to set him free. Now, I would truly be free. I married my brother, Jeremiah, who had always loved me, and left Grady behind, whispering, "Be happy, Grady. We're even now. I'll never see you again."/0/81147/coverorgin.jpg?v=03e3adeba4ab47a0c5ad420327b57433&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unseen Culprit
The scent of lavender oil was thick in the air, a constant reminder of my new life as a blind massage therapist. Years ago, while proctoring an SAT exam, my sight inexplicably vanished, leaving me to navigate a world of sound and touch. But my quiet existence shattered when two familiar voices, brimming with arrogance, drifted in: Vic Stone, boasting about cheating, and David Miller, whispering about 'the culprit' who was 'right there in the exam room' when I went blind. My hands froze, my heart hammering as the full, horrifying realization hit me: my tragedy wasn't a freak accident, but a premeditated attack. My entire life, my career, my very existence, had been stolen by someone in that room. Who was this mastermind, hiding in plain sight? Why me? And what did David know that he couldn't openly say? The injustice burned hotter than any anger I'd ever known. Before I could demand answers, a sudden, blinding pain plunged me into a different kind of darkness. Yet, I gasped awake, light flooding my vision, back in that SAT room on the very day it happened. I was Michael Davies, proctor, again – with a terrifying second chance to stop my own undoing, and expose the monster who stole my life./0/85845/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f5c4f1028f778929d5a25fe47d6997c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Prodigy’s Last Dance of Love
The terminal diagnosis felt like an ending, a quiet period to a long, exhausting sentence. I, Ava, the world' s only true prodigy in data analytics, was dying. My mind-a machine that could map the future with flawless precision-couldn't find a single path that didn't end in a hospital bed. The irony was suffocating. My body was failing because my mind had been running at an impossible overload for centuries. Not just this lifetime, but seven of them, a secret etched physically on my chest. Then the doorbell rang. It was Liam, my ex-fiancé, radiating success as always. But he wasn't alone. Clinging to his arm, my stepsister, Chloe, was unmistakably pregnant. "We came to tell you in person," Liam said, his voice devoid of warmth. "Chloe and I are getting married. Next month." Chloe added with fake sweetness, "We wanted you to be the first to know, sis." He then dropped the bombshell: "I' m buying out your shares. It' s time we made a clean break." He was cutting me out, erasing me from the company I had built. I watched him. He saw my frail form, noted my fading life, and coldly assessed it as his final liberation. He believed my death would untether him, unleashing his supposed genius to unimaginable heights. Little did he know, he was a parasitic fool convinced he was the host. For six hundred years, I had been the silent engine behind his every success, bleeding myself dry in the process. Each lifetime, my illness and early death fueled his ascent, bound by a master-servant contract. He thought my dying was his victory. He was wrong. My death was not a sentence. It was a deadline. And for the first time in centuries, I felt not despair, but a cold, sharp surge of energy. He thought he was closing the book on me. He had just given me permission to write the final, devastating chapter. This time, I was ready to reclaim what was mine./0/24992/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c553ff81abf7c04ae3206df5332d92a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
EXCLUSIVELY THE CEO'S (ECSTASY)
He's the most influential in South Korea, She has five part-time jobs. When fate brings them together, they don't start on good terms. *** Emily Chen gets hit by Joel Manchester —the CEO of Empire World Corporation. He helps her to the hospital and offers her money, as compensation for the accident, and to shut her up about it. But she rejects his money and asks for something else. Any idea what her request is? Come along, now!/0/21398/coverorgin.jpg?v=c81eb7bbbfe39a00a03213cb6f96171b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
