Fantasy Books for Women
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Addicted to Her: One Night with My Alpha Boss
"Do you take me for an escort? Or a casual pheromone dispenser?" Quinn Sterling had made the biggest mistake of her life. Climbing into the wrong car was bad enough. Tearing open the bespoke shirt of her ice-cold CEO and triggering his untamed Alpha rut was catastrophic. She thought Winston would demand a non-disclosure agreement. Instead, Manhattan's most terrifying luxury titan handed her a marriage proposal. "Kensington family honor dictates that I do not abandon a mate carrying my scent. I will take full responsibility for you." As an illegitimate daughter battling a betrayal from a two-timing fiancé, Quinn has no desire to play Cinderella in the billionaire's high-society world. She rejects him, draws the line, and dives back into her designs. But Winston Kensington doesn't take 'no' for an answer. When her ex comes crawling back, and corporate rivals circle in the dark, the ruthless CEO steps out of the shadows. "Touch her," Winston growls, his icy aura suffocating the entire room, "and you answer to me."/1/134572/coverorgin.jpg?v=967b4e5fb2054169798bc0690b29da60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Awakening The Warlord: My Genius Wife
I was the legitimate First Miss of the Browning Clan, but because I tested as "Spiritless," my family treated me like dirt. Just days before my wedding, my father stripped me of my noble marriage contract and handed my powerful fiancé over to my half-sister, Jacalyn. Jacalyn flaunted the stolen noble ring in my face, mocking my dead mother while reeking of the secret herbal incense she used to fake her aura. "A Spiritless waste only deserves to wipe filth for that crippled High Lord in the Low Marches!" My father didn't just agree; he exiled me to the rotting roots of the World Tree to marry Adrien, a dying, coma-bound warlord infected by Abyssal cold iron. He cut off my survival rations and locked me in a freezing stone tomb, fully expecting me to die alongside my new husband before morning. Everyone in the High Court laughed at my misery, waiting for the news of my pathetic death. They thought they had drained my worth to pave the way for Jacalyn's glorious future. But they didn't know my soul had awakened with the primordial Old Blood and seventy years of modern surgical knowledge. I calmly forced my father to sign a severance writ, cutting my ties with the clan forever. Looking at the dying war god on the stone bed, I picked up my surgical scalpel. Once I pulled this Sovereign warlord back from the Abyss, the entire High Court would learn what true despair looked like./1/112583/coverorgin.jpg?v=18d6e11bd7e648d3c960a600b8a48bd9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Girl, A Pack Of Beasts
Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power./1/123931/coverorgin.jpg?v=46b935087d4d152420a06e58e4a55ce1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected by My Family, Claimed by the Galactic Commander
I woke up to the stench of rust and rotting flesh, no longer a master botanist who commanded life itself, but a D-class exile dumped on a wasteland planet. Memories that weren't mine flooded in. I was framed by my stepsister, betrayed by my fiancé, and banished by my own family to the Ashfall Peninsula to die. The original girl actually starved to death in despair. The moment I opened my eyes, a scavenger tried to smash my skull with a rusty pipe just to eat me. After I killed him to survive, I discovered a harsher truth: in this universe, plant seeds are classified as A-level strategic resources, completely monopolized by the Imperium. But the universe had a sick sense of humor. A mandatory background scan suddenly triggered a galactic broadcast: I, the exiled trash, was a perfect genetic match for the Imperium's top war hero, General Alexander Orr. The family that ruthlessly erased my existence instantly saw me as a golden ticket. My cheating ex-fiancé was dispatched to drag me back, furious that his "property" was matched with someone else. They all thought I was still that weak, naive girl they could manipulate. But as I held the pure, glowing Life Source Crystals I had secretly extracted from the scrap heap, a cold smile crept onto my face. "I didn't come here to die. I came here to build an empire." I turned my back on the galactic broadcast and stepped into the deadly wilderness./1/126886/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e1ed0516bb78c5e4a0059a71b717168&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King
I knelt on the cold stone of the Dragon God Altar, waiting to marry Lord Harper Carney. It was my only chance to escape the gilded cage of my family. But when Harper finally arrived, he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped tightly around my cousin, Hettie. Right in front of the entire court, he coldly announced that our marriage was a mistake. Hettie leaned into his embrace, wearing a triumphant smile while playing the innocent victim. The assembled nobles openly jeered at me. They mocked my greatest failing—that I was a worthless "Dragonless" born without the inner fire. My own father was furious, not at them, but at me. He demanded I go to Hettie's estate and beg for her forgiveness. When I refused, he threatened to cut off all my funds and revoke my only job at the Royal Scribes' Office. I was publicly abandoned, stripped of my dignity, and left with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. Why should I be the one to apologize when they were the ones who betrayed me? For years, I had endured their abuse, treated like a pawn to be sacrificed at will. But looking at their smug faces, my despair turned into cold resolve. I took off my betrothal coronet and dropped it at Harper's feet, publicly nullifying the contract myself. I thought I would have to face the ruin alone, until a mysterious, powerful man with burning golden eyes stepped out of the shadows. "Marry me," he said. "I will be your shield, and we will crush them together."/1/123129/coverorgin.jpg?v=d898398fef6d003cd8e890aabd2720b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Apocalypse: Rebirth With An Infinite Storage System
In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died... betrayed by the very people she trusted most. She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband. With her last breath, Ivy made a vow. If she could turn back time...she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters. This time, she would stand at the top. When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby.... Twenty days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on. While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time... Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters. In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter. With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world. Because this time...she wasn't just going to survive the apocalypse. She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters./1/127406/coverorgin.jpg?v=74e49c84759f325c94463fffb6d1360d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated To My Ex's Dead Brother
My engagement to Kile, the heir of House Golden, was witnessed by the Duke himself. I thought my days as a helpless orphan were over. But right before our wedding, he coldly informed me that my status was being revoked. I was to enter his family as a lesser consort. The title of primary wife was being given to his lover, Journey. She hid behind Kile, wearing a spotless white dress and trembling like a fragile lotus. "Cassie, please don't blame him, I can live without a title," she cried, playing the perfect victim. Kile shielded her, glaring at me with pure disgust, shouting that I was being completely unreasonable. The next day, the entire Elder Council cornered me in their grand hall. They told me that as a "Dragonless" nobody, I should be immensely grateful for any scrap they threw my way. They all stared at me, waiting for me to swallow my pride and accept a lifetime of humiliation. They thought I was entirely broken. They thought I had no backing and no choice but to bow down to their cruelty. Instead, I looked straight at the Chief Elder and smiled. "I refuse to be a lesser consort," I announced clearly, watching Kile's smug expression freeze. "But to preserve our families' dignity, I will fulfill the contract." I looked right into Kile's shocked eyes. "I will marry your dead older brother, Lord Ayden."/1/131538/coverorgin.jpg?v=d91c5e56783298279ef0ec9abf9fdc76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Exiled Princess? The Entire Galaxy Desires Me!
Haley woke in a galaxy of werecreatures as a princess-until the real one returned. The crown cast her onto a deserted planet, saddled with eight disabled, low-ranked mates. Some demanded freedom; others schemed or had volatile esper powers. Sick of it all, she ended their bonds. More mates were coming anyway. Only then did those arrogant males kneel. "I'll reclaim your palace." "Use me, Domina. I can do even the impossible." "I'm your loyal pup. Only you matter." "My fortune and I are yours." Haley only shrugged. "You begged for this."/1/125692/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8fefea90420fdd9e52b7475922704a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride: Proposing To The Dragon Lord
I was the adopted, "Dragonless" daughter of the Sterling family, bound by a prestigious marriage contract to my fiancé, Julian. But during the annual charity ball, I followed a secret note to a guest suite, only to catch him tangled on the sofa with my cousin, Isabelle. When I calmly called the Dragon Guard to expose their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me. Instead, they furiously blamed me. "It was an emergency! Our kind Isabelle used her scent to save him, and you just tried to destroy him!" They praised her as a hero, officially handed my fiancé over to her, and decided to punish me for tarnishing the family name. Their revenge was a new marriage contract. They were going to sell me off to Lord Valerius, a cruel, elderly man notorious for outliving three wives. I stared at the death sentence in my hands, my blood running cold. I was the one betrayed, yet I was being discarded like useless trash to pave the way for my cousin's happiness. Why should I let them destroy my life just to protect their twisted, perfect image? I didn't cry, and I refused to be their sacrificial lamb. I drafted a cold, calculated business proposal, packed my bags, and walked out of that toxic house forever. I was going to propose to the most ruthless, powerful predator in the kingdom-Gideon Montgomery. If I had to step into a dragon's lair, I would be the one to choose it./1/131003/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfcc6f0e3b6298ffd7639d29cac376e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Infertile Bunny? Three Powerful Beasts Fight For Me!
Elyse, a fierce warrior from a post-apocalyptic world, awakened as a wererabbit in an interstellar world where her engagement was canceled and an entire pack wanted her dead. A mysterious system offered one way out: win over a ruthless serpent commander, an arrogant merman warlord, and a cunning werefox leader. She expected protection, not three possessive mates willing to defy the universe for her! Elyse insisted she could never have children, but the commander begged only for her love, while the merman threatened a planet for her sake. Then unexpectedly, her belly began to grow. "System, didn't you say I was infertile?!"/1/129391/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f2191392d47fa121fedcf5147c39ed4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Enchantress System: Five Beasts, One Goddess
After dying from overwork, Rena woke in a werecreature world as its weakest female. Instead of accepting a pampered life, she chose battle and bonded with the Enchantress System, which rewarded her for winning males' favor. Soon, she was matched with five elite males: a stoic commander, a gentle healer, a cunning tycoon, an aloof scientist, and an underworld king. But while others chased romance, Rena built an empire and rose from F-rank weakling to SSS-rank war goddess. Then the males she was meant to charm started chasing her instead. "So, what are we to you?" they asked eagerly. Rena shrugged. "Just friends, babes."/1/133472/coverorgin.jpg?v=690a488ce3251354c1a27ae9d3dc5d69&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dragon Prince's Branded Bride: From Family Shame to Imperial Throne
As a Dragonless outcast, I was despised by my noble family and banished to the barren marches for five years over a framed scandal. When I was finally recalled for my stepsister's wedding, the Crown Prince accidentally triggered the Fated Flame bond with me. He tried to publicly reject me in disgust, but the King forced us to marry to secure the throne. Knowing this marriage was a death sentence, I tried to flee. But the prince hunted me down, dragged me back, and brutally burned his golden Flamebrand into my collarbone to mark me as his property. His favored noblewoman then framed me for attacking her. Believing her lies, the prince left me to the mercy of my family. My father beat me half to death with a barbed dragon-bone whip for daring to run and jeopardize their political ties. Bleeding and covered in raw welts, I was forced into a suffocating, high-collared black velvet gown to attend our formal betrothal banquet. I sat there trembling in agony, listening to them haggle over my life like a cheap piece of meat. I hated my family, and I hated the tyrant prince who dragged me into this hell. But halfway through the dinner, the prince who supposedly despised me suddenly stopped talking. He walked up behind my chair, violently ripped open my high collar, and stared at my bleeding, oozing whip wounds. The entire hall froze as his terrifying dragonfire pressure shattered the crystal plates, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Who did this?"/1/128309/coverorgin.jpg?v=faa0d674a25c0ce4dd31520f93416b10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Badass in Disguise
"Everyone out," I commanded through gritted teeth. "Now." "Jade, I need to check your-" the nurse began. "OUT!" I snarled with enough force that both women backed toward the door. Once feared by Shadow Organization that drugged me to replicate my abilities into a more controllable version, I had escaped my restraints and detonated their entire facility, ready to die alongside my captors. Instead, I woke up in a school infirmary with women arguing around me, their voices piercing my skull. My outburst froze them in shock-clearly they hadn't expected such a reaction. One woman threatened as she left, "We'll discuss this attitude when you get home." The bitter truth? I've been reborn into the body of an overweight, weak, and supposedly dim-witted high school girl. Her life is filled with bullies and tormentors who've made her existence miserable. But they have no idea who they're dealing with now. I didn't survive as the world's deadliest assassin by allowing anyone to push me around. And I certainly won't start now./1/131537/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc6397267b492ff448cd27446be625e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once Disgraced, Now The Galaxy's Most Desired Queen
Cathy woke in an interstellar empire as its disgraced princess. Her predecessor had no pheromones, tormented her three powerful mates, and chased a worthless man until she lost her claim to the throne. While her beloved sister basked in admiration, Cathy became the empire's laughingstock. Then her SSS-rank pheromones awakened, sending every male into a frenzy. Bonding requests poured in, and her former mates came crawling back. A warlord offered her an empire, a chancellor drove away her suitors, and a chief scientist abandoned his lab for her. Cathy smiled and answered, "Get in line."/1/109587/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc9e778919a2cc06f1e69fefc06028da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister
The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss. As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family. In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter. I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate. I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath. Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again. She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house./1/115379/coverorgin.jpg?v=1592d8192291650841264d0ebaa1ee49&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure
I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a fragile rodent-variant female in a brutal, mutated wasteland. Before I could even process my new reality, I was shoved into a mandatory pairing auction. The guards gave me exactly ten seconds to find a partner, or I would be sent to the deadly border patrol squads as cannon fodder. Three massive, heavily scarred mutants with greedy eyes immediately locked onto me, ready to claim me as their plaything. Desperate for a legal shield, I scrambled away from the brutes and made a shocking choice. I walked straight up to the one person everyone else was avoiding like the plague-a sickly, pale man coughing up dark red blood in the corner. "Partner up. I need a shield, you need a caretaker." When the guard registered our names, the entire square erupted in open mockery. The chieftain even warned me that my new partner was poisoned, a dead man walking who couldn't hunt or protect me. In their eyes, a weakling and a dying man were nothing but a joke, doomed to freeze or starve. But the jeering crowd didn't know two things. First, I possessed a wealth of old-world survival knowledge. Second, the fragile man sleeping on my stone bed wasn't just a dying invalid. Why would an elite silver wolf warrior with terrifying, suppressed power hide among the lowest of the low? I didn't care about his secrets. Looking at the barren dirt behind our rundown shelter, I handed him a stone hoe. While the rest of the camp waited for us to die, we were going to build an impenetrable underground fortress./1/112227/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f76d88d09724c90a884db39cfb8e66f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Rebirth, The Strongest Beasts Are Obsessed With Me
Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone. But death? Just her intermission. She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down. And her? Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status. But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power. Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer: Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world. Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge. Sounds simple? Think again. A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him. A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart. A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure. A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark. A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her. They all need her mark. They all want her. And sharing? Not in their vocabulary. Too bad for them- She's not here for love stories. She's here to survive. To climb. To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones. And one day. To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born./1/131104/coverorgin.jpg?v=75934bfe0d30400a75e12af43711ce36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vampires Obsession
Humans are nothing but weak, foolish creatures to Brixton-a vampire who has spent centuries looking down on them. But when his father orders him to choose a human slave before midnight, Brixton is forced to descend into the human world and find someone worthy of becoming his servant. He expects nothing more than an ordinary, pathetic human. Then he sees her. A young woman risks her life to stop a thief from stealing another woman's belongings. Even after being stabbed in the back, she shows no fear as her life slowly slips away. While everyone else watches helplessly, Brixton is the only one who sees something different in her-a strength and emptiness that no ordinary human should possess. Intrigued, Brixton saves her dying body and reads the memories of her past. What he discovers changes everything. For the first time in his immortal life, Brixton knows exactly what he wants. He has found his slave. But the moment he brings her into the vampire world, his curiosity begins turning into something far more dangerous-an obsession. Because the human he thought would simply serve him may be hiding secrets even vampires have yet to uncover. And Brixton may soon realize that choosing her as his slave was only the beginning of a bond neither of them can escape./1/125831/coverorgin.jpg?v=913829e88f1fe58739d67426bec9f264&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burned by My Fiancé, Reborn to Rule the Dragon Court
I gave Kaelen Sterling everything. My fortune. My family's trust. Even the military secrets that should never have left my father's hands. He swore he loved me. Then he used me to destroy my entire family. My father was beheaded for treason. My brothers died on the battlefield. My sick mother coughed up blood until her final breath. And the fortune my mother had saved for me became the stepping stone Kaelen and his precious "savior," Jacqueline Byrd, used to climb into the highest circles of the kingdom. When there was nothing left to steal, Kaelen locked me inside an abandoned manor and set it on fire. Through the flames, I saw him holding Jacqueline in his arms. She was pregnant with his child. And she was wearing silk bought with my mother's dowry. "Burn it all," Kaelen said coldly. "Leave no trace." I died screaming his name. Then I opened my eyes. I was twenty again. Kaelen had just returned from the battlefield after being declared dead for two years—and standing beside him was Jacqueline, looking fragile and innocent as ever. "She saved my life," he told me. "You will accept her." In my last life, I did. This time, I slapped him across the face. Then I burned our marriage contract. They all thought grief had driven me mad. They had no idea I remembered everything. Every betrayal. Every secret. Every scandal that had not happened yet. I knew which noble houses would fall. I knew which princes would rise. I knew the hidden weaknesses of the people who would one day control the Dragon Court. And they had forgotten something else. I was never just a wealthy heiress. I knew herbs. I knew alchemy. I knew how to survive a royal court where one wrong move could cost an entire family its head. Kaelen wanted my fortune. Jacqueline wanted my place. My stepmother wanted my mother's power. And the men above them wanted to use House Croft as another piece on their board. Let them try. I died once as their pawn. This life, I will take back my family, my fortune, and every drop of blood they owe me. And when I am finished, I won't just survive the Dragon Court. I will rule it./1/118245/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1063e3f7c7e7e72ef4fd05cff6cc835&imageMogr2/format/webp)
