Fantasy Books for Women
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Rebirth: Snatching Back My Stolen Luck
Betrayed by the two people she trusted most - her husband and her foster sister-turned-best friend - Lilith dies with regrets. But fate has other plans. Granted a second chance by a mysterious system, she wakes up in the past. This time... She won't be naive. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny. On the first day of her rebirth, she crosses paths with Dean: a disarmingly gorgeous, silver-haired man who proposes a fake engagement to help her. But the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to draw the line between real and pretend. With the past betrayal still fresh in her mind, Lilith must decide- Will she risk her heart again... or keep her eyes on the prize?/0/86221/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd207dfac43ef9182a9a57d384412c59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Betrayal's Ashes
The champagne tasted like ash. My daughter, Lily, beamed beside my beaming husband, David, celebrating her university graduation-a picture-perfect moment I' d relived before. In my previous life, it was on this very day that she had shattered me, screaming, "You're not my real parents!" after draining my retirement, all to fund the biological family who' d thrown her away. That betrayal, that sickening realization of my life's savings gone, had led to my death in a car crash, a distraction of overwhelming grief. I didn' t understand how the sweet girl we had doted on for twenty-two years could be so cruel, so utterly devoid of gratitude, bleeding us dry for people who saw her as nothing but a walking ATM. But then, I woke up, back in my own bed, on the morning of this exact party. This time, there would be no selfless mother, no victim. This time, I was a survivor, and I was ready for war./0/85759/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1666acb2b7e80198011cbdfdd4f42e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Youth, Reclaimed Destiny
The roar of the crowd was the last thing I heard. I died on a dirty city street, falsely accused, a monster in their eyes. It all started with a gift for my 25th birthday-an antique smartwatch from Eleanor, my adoptive mother. It wasn't just a heavy, ornate trinket; it was a life-drainer. Weeks after I clasped it on, my vibrant youth withered, my hair thinned, my mind fogged. As I became a frail old woman, Eleanor, terrified of aging, grew younger, radiant with my stolen vitality. She locked me in the dusty attic, telling the world I' d had a breakdown. My only hope, Bethany, my ex-boyfriend' s fiancé, found me. She helped me escape, or so I thought. She live-streamed my chaotic flight, twisting a narrative: I was a fraud, mentally unstable, stealing from Eleanor. The crowd, incited by her online posts, saw a villain, not a victim. They closed in, their rage contorting their faces. Bethany watched, a triumphant smile on her face, as my life drained away for the second, and final, time. But death was not the end. Floating in a void, I saw Eleanor and Bethany toasting with champagne, celebrating my demise. The injustice burned through me, a rage so pure it could tear the universe apart. They had taken everything. Then, I woke up. Gasping for air, my skin smooth, my hair thick and dark-25 again. It was my birthday, the day it all started. This time, the watch wouldn' t be for me. This time, I was going to offer the "life-drainer" to Bethany. I would watch Eleanor and Bethany, two predators bound by vanity and greed, tear each other apart. This time, I would not be the victim./0/83060/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d4bdc935125cad724f16f687e4127e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn With A Vengeance
The comforting warmth of my newborn son, Thomas, at my side filled the room, a perfect solace after days of exhaustive labor. Maria Sanchez, my trusted housekeeper' s daughter, appeared at the doorway, her smile wide and seemingly benevolent, holding out a thermos of her mother' s special chicken broth. But that smile, that very broth, triggered a horrifying flood of memories that weren't dreams at all-they were a past life I had lived, suffered, and died in. In that chilling reality, Maria wasn't a friend; she was a cunning puppeteer who used innocent-looking chicken trinkets to steal my healthy baby, erase my very name, and shackle me to a monstrous husband named Julian Vance. I remembered every agonizing detail: drinking that "revitalizing" broth had been the first step in a meticulously cruel scheme that resulted in Maria swapping her sickly infant for my perfect Thomas just days after his birth. My existence became a living hell, a gilded cage where I wasted away, powerless, betrayed by all I held dear, until my premature, miserable death. The fresh agony of that past life' s betrayal, the icy grip of her deception, ignited a cold, unyielding fire within me that burned away any trace of exhaustion or fear. How could I have been so utterly blind, so heartbreakingly naive, to allow such a predatory serpent into my home, unknowingly consuming the very poison that would destroy me? But now, I was Sarah Miller reborn, alive and aware, standing on the precipice of a second chance in this very moment. As Maria reached out with the steaming bowl, believing she held the trump card, she had no idea that I was already steps ahead, ready to shatter her world just as she had shattered mine./0/87316/coverorgin.jpg?v=8945e37eae2dabe39d498748c7ddcf3e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Death to Divorce: Her Rebirth
A sharp pain shot through my head, pulling me from a deep darkness. I opened my eyes to my luxury penthouse, but I shouldn't have been there. I remembered dying. The memory was cold and sharp: my protégé, Dustin, sold me out, and my husband, Graves, watched our company crumble, leading to my fatal heart attack. Then, Graves appeared, his charming, empty smile unchanged. But he wasn't alone. A young woman, Alex Salazar, stood behind him, clutching her cheap handbag. Graves introduced her as an intern, saying she had nowhere to stay and would be living with us. My eyes fell to her neck, where a dark hickey was partially hidden. The date on the nightstand confirmed it: I had traveled back in time to the exact day Graves brought Alex home in my previous life, the beginning of my long, painful nightmare. Last time, I had screamed and thrown things, starting my humiliation. A strange calm washed over me. I had been given a second chance, not to win him back, but to escape. "Of course," I said, my voice even, "The poor thing. We should take care of her." Graves looked surprised, then relieved. He thought he had won. "In fact," I continued, pulling out divorce papers, "I'll make sure she's comfortable. You just have one small thing to do for me." I wanted the Malibu property. "Give me that, and I'll walk away quietly. You can have your new life. You can take care of this... orphan."/0/83818/coverorgin.jpg?v=f8c84edec13c29bd9354c60ea2a2c2c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Swamp Witch's Vengeance
I used my bayou magic, a forbidden art that deals with life and death, to save Julian Thorne, a rising politician, sacrificing a piece of my own life force for his. I poured everything into him, funding his comeback, turning my folk wisdom into his sharpest political instincts, enduring cheap noodles so he could dine with the powerful. I thought I loved the man he could be, a man who was initially kind even to my disabled brother, Leo. But when his political future was threatened, Julian ruthlessly betrayed us. He framed Leo and me for drug dealing, sacrificing us to save his career and becoming a U.S. Senator. Imprisoned, Leo suffered brutal injury from guards, losing his mind forever, leaving him with the cognitive function of a small child. Julian then moved us into a gilded cage on his D.C. estate, marrying a socialite for power, always assuring me he was protecting us. Years blurred until his cruel stepson, Thomas, brutally beat Leo to death for a trivial lie. Julian and his wife, Isabelle, watched, then arranged for Leo' s small body to be disposed of like trash, covering up the murder without a thought. The ultimate betrayal came when I overheard Julian' s security calling Leo' s death a "blessing in disguise," "one less loose end." Every sacrifice, every drop of love, shattered into an icy shard. The man I saved, the man I loved, saw my brother and me only as liabilities, disposable. My heart, once full, turned to stone, not in grief, but in a cold, hard rage. I was no longer a victim; I was a reckoning. That night, at his grand political gala, I unleashed the full, untamed power of the bayou, plunging his world into chaos. I secured Leo' s body, started a truck, and left, the gris-gris bag containing Julian' s life pulsing in my pocket. The debt had begun to be repaid./0/82600/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd88009cbb0c2c489b954ebc8fd163b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Legacy: A Woman Reborn
In the hidden hollows of the Appalachians, my family knew a secret: a spark of life, a whisper of old magic in our blood that could make the barren fruitful. It was just folklore until Eleanor Montgomery arrived, her son Ethan, heir to a sprawling industrial empire, dying. Desperate, my family agreed: I, Sarah-Mae Jenkins, would marry Ethan, save him, and secure our future. My "gift" worked. I conceived twins, and Ethan recovered, vibrant and strong. But on the day our healthy babies were born, he stood over me, cruel and triumphant, and smothered them. "Mountain trash," he spat, then sealed me alive in their cold family crypt. To erase all trace, Montgomery Industries orchestrated a chemical spill, annihilating my entire valley, my home, my people. Every hope, every life, gone. Everything I had, destroyed. Why such monstrous cruelty for a boy' s twisted obsession? Why was my very essence, my gift of life, deemed a curse worthy of such utter annihilation? The pain was a living thing, consuming me. Then, darkness. Then, light. I gasped awake in my own bed, back in the small cabin, on the very day Eleanor Montgomery' s black car would wind its way up our mountain road. This time, there would be no bargain. This time, Sarah-Mae Jenkins was reborn for one purpose: revenge./0/82579/coverorgin.jpg?v=71ffc29b98fd59bf980f0cb847562567&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn to Rewrite
The fluorescent lights of my bedroom ceiling seared my eyes, but it was the calendar that truly paralyzed me. Today' s date. The exact date I swore I' d never live through again. The day Tiffany Evans, with her carefully crafted mask of vulnerability, first asked to stay over. My heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. Because I remembered. With chilling, vivid clarity, I remembered every agonizing detail. Tiffany. Her insidious lies. The false accusation of sexual assault that exploded like a bomb, obliterating my brother David's D1 scholarship, his reputation, his entire future. I watched our golden boy, the star quarterback, turn into a ghost haunting our home. Then came the tragic street race, his desperate escape that led only to death. Mom and Dad, their love and lives stolen by grief, followed soon after. My own end? A blur of white-hot rage, a final, bloody confrontation with Tiffany that claimed both our lives. I' d pitied her once. That pity cost us everything. This time, the familiar scent of my mom' s laundry detergent on my sheets felt like a cruel joke. The betrayal of Mark Jenkins, David's jealous best friend and Tiffany's willing accomplice, still stung like a fresh wound. How could I have been so blind? But then, it clicked. The shock, the jolt of pure adrenaline. I was back. A second chance. A terrifying, incredible gift. No pity this time. No room for error. I knew Tiffany's game. And this time, I wouldn't be a pawn. I would be the ultimate player, ready to rewrite our fate./0/80096/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ea004f3dbe29fb554824db2aaacb37a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Watching My Family Burn
I woke up floating. Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare. My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up." My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene. Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise. Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home. What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten. Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley. My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily? The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream. Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River. But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths. My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin./0/34260/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1ec95eec60488f27aeec51138ce511e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE VAMPIRE'S REVENGE
KYLE’S POV, “You are driving me crazy, girl, "I said as I took her earlobes in between my teeth and scraped them sexually, her moans filled my ear and I bite it harder as I recollected all I did just to get her to be mine, that is the price every human male makes to get to date a female werewolf. It is really crazy. Now, I am no longer a human. I am now an immortal who got his own power just like every werewolf. “Wait a little,” she said as she shoved me into the bed. I slumped on the bed as I attempted to quell my emotion. She twerked her asses in a way that sent some sensation down my spine, I groaned and held my dick. Suddenly she turned her face to me and I smiled, she frowned. “Who are you?” she asked me in a cozy voice as she paced up and down like a giant warrior. “What do you mean?” I asked as my gaze swiveled around and I saw the mirror overlooking her back. Has she discovered the new me? I implored in my mind. Then my eyes flickered. I stood up in speed and strode to the window and looked up at the stars. “I am a Vampire!” I yelled. There were four werewolves kingdoms in the oasis of Credos and those kingdoms enclosed human beings. There were restrictions and regulations guiding the peaceful co-existence between the four kingdoms and the humans for many years without any bleach. Until a college boy turned into a Vampire. The boy was always treated badly by the humans, especially his stepmother. He returned back home without anyone observing that he had died, he started attempting to unravel who he had become, he uncovered his new abilities and researched them. Without the human's awareness, he snipped himself and dipped his blood into liquor at a party, thus turning those who taste out of the liquor into Vampires. He compelled an army of Vampires and perpetrated anything to avenge the werewolves. Will the werewolves condone this? When the vampire boy and the daughter of one of the Alphas were mates? And the same girl was assigned to coax him into their den. Will she decide on love or her people? And there existed a brave human, HUNTER, who when others were terrified, was called to challenge and annihilate the Vampires. Will he accomplish his goals with the help of his siblings, the werewolves and daughter who is the Vampire boy and Werewolf girl's classmate and the Vampire boy's secret crushes?/0/80409/coverorgin.jpg?v=8cf58a30a4cbb4f6de88041dc0543b21&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Life as a Chosen One for the Vampire Prince
Claire must cleverly deceive the enigmatic vampire prince while battling her unexpected desire for him, which threatens her plans.. Season 1 of The Fangs Series Nothing in my life has come easily, and my current mission is no exception. My sister and I have journeyed deep into the heart of the vampire stronghold, where I must somehow convince Prince Bastien of House Allard to choose me as his next sanguine partner- the woman he will feed from. But my motives run deeper than mere companionship; I need to gather secrets that could protect my family from their looming threats. The prince is infuriatingly arrogant, and every encounter with him only fuels my disdain. Yet, the stakes are higher than my personal feelings. To keep my family safe, I have no choice but to get close to this powerful and infuriating vampire. It's a dangerous game, but I'm ready to play, even if it means stepping into the kind of darkness I've always feared. With my family's lives on the line, I'll do whatever it takes. Even if that means letting this monster bite me./0/19712/coverorgin.jpg?v=05e83b3f747b1fc0db4f5ad9a14d8990&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected heart
Lucas was a young man who didn't want much but love and affection , But his dreams and emotions were shattered when he was treated like an animal in his own pack ! He was rejected by his own parents and even his mate . He didn't know or feel how much power he was holding and what he was capable of , After all he was just a kind soul ! He didn't give up fighting for love but he ended up getting a painful rejection and a torn heart in the end , what will happen when he will be given a second chance and power to rule the people who trusted him and accepted him the way he is ? Will he accept the fact that he was given a second chance mate ? Or will he reject her .... Status: complete Warning ! The book contains abusive scenes ahead , if you aren't comfortable you may skip the chapters. NO COPYRIGHTS ALLOWED PLEASE ..!!/0/27221/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9c8a39af8bf9c31416d2caf1a5bc9df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Luna's Lost Mate
Having weird dreams where she finds herself in the arms of a demigod. His eyes wore that of a beast and his body that of a god. Her life as a human became unbalanced after meeting a creature she had sworn life to never believe in, A werewolf. He tells her she was reincarnated and she was going to die if she does not find her mate because her life span was reducing drastically. How is she going to find her mate? Or Does she have to believe in this mysterious creature she had sworn to never believe in?/0/24562/coverorgin.jpg?v=b62aa7ac6b8fa497b3ffa1e00261081a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Need You But I Don't Want You
I lift up my eyes from my pencil case just in time to notice Sarah staring at me. I don't know why but I couldn't pull my eyes away from her gaze. I felt drawn to her. I watched as her rosy pink lips curved upwards. The sweetest smile, the warmest feeling. I can't fully explain this feeling but I know it's doing something to me. ****** A few times I was tempted to look at him but I fought to focus with every fibre in my body. I wasn't going to allow my emotions to go on a rollercoaster ride for a guy like him. One minute he's staring me in the eyes like there is something between us, the next, he is acting as if I'm committing an offence when I look at him, so confusing. ----- ------ ------ ------- ------- Sarah is just struggling to make it through her final year, hoping that she can have a peaceful uneventful year but Blake is stirring up some emotional mixed feeling that intrigued her, confuses her, and at times annoys her. Blake is drawn to Sarah but will he allow her to be apart of his crazy world that hold secrets few know about?/0/51783/coverorgin.jpg?v=b00239e3b2c067a6ab2009e3a43a5762&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Chance For The Same Alpha
Adriana Brown, 18 years old, an omega with the weakest strength in the Broken Light pack finds out that she is the mate of Alpha Ryan Philips, the strongest alpha in the area who is also their pack's alpha. Even though Adriana is a weak Luna, she has an extraordinarily beautiful face, her physique is almost close to perfect. Of course, this was a mockery for the Alpha pack. Adriana, who was considered the most useless and bad member, was not immediately rejected by Ryan. Kesha Black, Ryan's girlfriend who is the strongest female werewolf, came up with a crazy idea. Kesha told Ryan to make Adriana a 'ball' that could be played with by many Alphas./0/82914/coverorgin.jpg?v=e17e92e726a27c4bb4081752bfd7fc84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl They Threw Away
The noose bit my neck. My mission, set by a mysterious 'System' to save my dying real-life self, was to win 'absolute devotion' from four men. I'd failed. Framed by Seraphina Bellweather, the 'heroine,' my ex-boyfriend, mentor, brother, and childhood friend had all publicly abandoned me, branding me a manipulating pariah. Four years of hell followed, my attempts at escape through death repeatedly thwarted. Then came the chilling truth: fail here, and my real body would die, fueling Seraphina' s power. Imprisoned in her brutal 'wellness center,' her torturous 'treatments' slowly broke me. My heart burned with injustice. How could these men, once my world, so easily condemn me, blind to the manipulative monster orchestrating my downfall? Was I doomed to perish, or could I reclaim my fate? I refused to be her sacrifice. When they visited, seeing me as 'unstable,' I seized my chance. With a silent, deadly strike, I exposed Seraphina' s true nature and delivered a fatal blow. As they grappled with their guilt and betrayal, begging me to stay, I took my final leap-claiming my freedom, and sealing their 'absolute devotion' in death./0/22687/coverorgin.jpg?v=b554a2e05fb7a09d378eb503df271171&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadowed Creatures
Avalon Taylor is one of the best Hunters that has graduated from the academy in a century. But when her past life collides with her new she realises that the world was not so full of darkness as she was lead to believe. Are the true monsters those who have raised her for the last 10 years? Her fate is entwined with another, will she find out the truth of her parents death before the world of creatures is snuffed out forever?/0/20810/coverorgin.jpg?v=f530f34b776f1d2a21c6cc441c43b091&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Half of you, Vulcan!
The three ladies (his daughter, maid and lover) want a half of him, but seriously, who divides a half into three? * * * Athena has given her words to her father that Vulcan, the mortal is better than every god, Zeus, her father formed and proposed that she marry. Because of that, she can't return to her father with shame and regret. She stands her ground, she will fight for who she loves. The Nymph will not back down, because all her life, she had only been a puppet to Athena's will, and taking her man will be the best comeback. Prium will not let Vulcan off her hook because she had left every thing she was and had back in the village because of him. Returning to the village is a 'NO'. And Vulcan? He holds them all in same regard because all of them have been useful in one way or the other. But deep down, the memories he has shared sexually and emotionally with Athena back in fantasy keeps reminding him of his love for her./0/83072/coverorgin.jpg?v=af53ada2f1ca57b9470cc9ceec0f0acc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire Heiress's Final Stand
The rotors thrashed the air, a desperate sound in the collapsing city. "Evie, damn it, wake up!" Ethan' s voice, tight with fury, cut through the fog in my head, his hands rough on my shoulders, shaking me towards the last transport helicopter. He was urging me to wait for Krystal, his mistress, who was probably just fixing her makeup for her "survivor" selfie. Then, a cold wave washed over me. Not fog, but brutal clarity. I had lived this exact moment before. And died because of it. In that past life, Ethan had deliberately left me behind. He' d injected me, then convinced the extraction team I was delirious, a hysterical liability, a security risk. They believed him, my "loving, concerned husband." I was deserted in that war-torn hell, the infection taking hold in some bombed-out building, until there was nothing. Later, a strange, detached knowing confirmed the worst: Ethan had returned to the States a hero, spinning a tale of my "noble sacrifice" pushing Krystal onto the plane instead of myself. My already frail parents shattered, grief their final illness, gone within months. Ethan inherited everything-the Reed fortune, the foundation, the philanthropic empire-marrying Krystal a year later in a lavish affair splashed across society pages. The memory, sharp and brutal, burned away every last vestige of my past life's naivety. How could I have been so utterly duped? The raw injustice, the horrifying betrayal, the agonizing pain of my parents' fates-it all converged into a single, chilling resolve. I was back, inexplicably given a second chance. This time, there would be no sacrifice. Only justice. I pulled away from Ethan' s desperate grasp, my voice surprisingly steady and cold. "No, Ethan." I turned, walking straight towards the loading ramp. "I'm getting on that helicopter. Now."/0/37549/coverorgin.jpg?v=3419d2513b69fb8688ac3d6c2fbea1a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
