Fantasy Books for Women
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His Love, Her Blinding Hate
Ava Monroe. For five years, my marriage to Ethan Hayes was a bitter war, not a union. I publicly loathed him, clinging to my childhood sweetheart Liam, convinced Ethan was the villain in my life. Then, the unimaginable happened: Ethan died, stabbed by a masked intruder. His desperate, dying call? I dismissed it, hanging up my phone, thinking it just another attempt at control. But death didn't stop him; for five agonizing days, he was back, a visible, tangible spirit. Liam' s insidious whispers fueled my contempt, convincing me Ethan' s ghostly return was merely another manipulative game. I accused him of staging attacks, forced him to kneel publicly, and even held his head underwater in our pool, demanding confessions for lies. At a grand gala, after I slapped him for a supposed poisoning concocted by Liam, Ethan finally broke, slapping me back with a raw, desperate love in his eyes that I was too numb to see. He then vanished, leaving only a final, haunting note. I thought I was finally free, but the ensuing silence grew louder than any conflict. Until I found his horrifically decomposed body and that letter, detailing a fantastical "Gatekeeper," a five-day reprieve, and how my own icy "I will never love you" had sealed his fate. My world didn't just shatter; it exploded, revealing that I had inadvertently killed the man who had secretly loved me. With chilling clarity, the pieces clicked into place: Liam' s "sympathy," his manufactured chaos, his constant poisoning of my mind. He was the architect of Ethan's murder, the true monster, the puppet master of my destruction. My grief transmuted into a glacial rage, as Liam thought my husband's death cleared his path to me, yet he was about to learn just how wrong he was./0/63396/coverorgin.jpg?v=595e771e327827f3b45feaeb415d1e20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Scandalous Maiden (Secret Lady demon)
A well-known Holy hero was rewarded to be reborn after she killed her husband, who is known as Demon Contractor. Her husband became the villain of their kingdom. She is really in love with him. She had promised to stay with him in sickness and in health but it turns out, it was just her lies. She broke her promise when she couldn't regain her husband. When she was reborn, she was chosen to be one of the maidens that will be chosen for the king's royal consort. Their world is in Apocalypse. In order, to survive, the Gods need his/her people to give them rites. If those maidens are never chosen to be the bride to the Crown Prince, then they will die as a sacrificial tool for the rites. But she never dreams to continue her life again with such beliefs. She already met the True God. Those false Gods were only playing them. Therefore, she hid her slayer identity to kill the faith of those devotees. But a goddess caught her misbehaving, so the goddess reincarnated her husband into someone she never expect to be./0/81892/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b1676f168f29a9038eb8c3e654b131b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Husband's Secret Game
My husband, Julian, a brilliant but reserved academic, and I, Eleanor, an artist obsessed with miniature dioramas, had built a quiet, seemingly perfect life together. Until she arrived. Isabelle Thorne, a character from an old gothic romance Julian was researching, took my body. One moment, I was sketching a new miniature, the next, I was a horrified ghost, watching her claim my life. She moved into my home, used my voice, wore my face, but her eyes held a cruel triumph. She was an actress, and my life was her stage. Helpless, I watched my husband fall deeper into her web. Her ultimate goal? To bear Julian a child, anchoring herself permanently to our world through a twisted ritual. The profound injustice, the sheer impossibility of it, chilled me more than the coldness of my ghostly form. Would Julian ever see through her perfect facade? Could anyone fight something that wasn't supposed to exist? But Julian, my quiet, bookish Julian, began to notice. The small slips, the missing affection. As suspicion hardened into a terrifying certainty, he uncovered her monstrous plan. Now, armed with forbidden knowledge and a desperate, dark resolve, Julian must play a dangerous game – to reclaim his life, avenge his love, and send this horrifying visitor back to the pages from which she spawned./0/80920/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ca94d96bcd3045cfbb2bcaeeb114d9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Can't Kill What's Already Dead
My eyes burned, another all-nighter done, just like the thousand others I'd pulled for my demanding wife, Brittany, and her "successful" friend, Marcus. Then, darkness. I woke up floating, looking down at my own wake, my grieving parents, and in a corner, Brittany and Marcus — she wasn't crying, she was relieved, nestled in his arms. "The Prosperity Bond is a marvelous thing," Marcus murmured, his lips brushing her ear, "It took his earnings, his life force, and multiplied it for me. Tenfold." My breath caught in my spectral throat, my entire life's work, my very essence, stolen and sold by the two people I trusted most, fueling their lavish lifestyle as it drained me dry. The betrayal was a jagged blade, twisting in my non-existent gut, leaving behind only the cold, sharp fury of pure, white-hot rage. Suddenly, blinding sunlight hit my face; I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my own bed, alive, solid, on the very morning of the car crash that killed me, armed with the horrifying truth. "Ethan! Get up! You're going to be late for that presentation!" Brittany's voice, sharp as ever, cut through the silence, but this time, I wasn't just hearing a nagging wife—I was hearing a co-conspirator plotting my demise, and my patience was gone./0/21871/coverorgin.jpg?v=73ddbd01cfb236da99dac93c525514e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Queen Yuki
Vampire stories have always been horror tales. Supernatural beings do not encompass much more than the fictional world of most humans who are unaware of their actual existence in the world, because they do not know the depths of darkness like many others. This is because there are organizations that seek the balance and survival of the human being as far as these races are concerned and that could easily disappear them from the face of the earth. But no one yet understands the basis of their dark existence, much less why these beings are so aggressive. But that's how human beings are. They are terrified of any aspect that threatens their existence regardless of whether this is the food chain, the survival of the fittest: the reality of the animal world to which they believe they do not belong. And they defend themselves against those monsters, cornering them towards extinction. There are more than one Dracula and one Draculina in the world, but they are not all the same. They fear the greatest power. They fear divinity./1/110772/coverorgin.jpg?v=577e869c6a83060df5a7f47717c1d913&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HOSTILE OATH
Vivian bears the weight of an ancestral curse, a yoke forged in darkness, which was meant to be broken. A future ravaged by war and chaos loomed, threatening her destiny but Vivian's path was not yet set to answer to her inheritance. Ignorant of her true identity, she couldn't control the powers she possessed, losing loved ones in the process and consumed by self-guilt. Yet, from the ashes of despair, she felt the rage and determination to harness the powers consuming her in her shadow and forge a new path; maybe she could get back all she had lost in all possible ways she could. Prophecy were made, and a formidable force stirred, rising to challenge her claim. When a greater threat arose, Vivian faced a brutal reality: prepare for battle or succumb to the shadows but there was a price to pay. She was left with two options; reclaim her birthright or shatter the chains of destiny!/0/80923/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6938e55cc4576bb958511e21b17d666&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Her Blood Bag
My name is Ethan, and for seven years, I was a vampire's blood thrall, a living blood bag for Victoria, my supposed mistress. Every day was pure agony, battling the "Pact Strain" – a searing pain that only her blood could ease, blood she rarely offered. I endured her extreme neglect, her casual cruelty, feeling my spirit erode away, piece by painful piece. Then, Liam arrived – a human she rescued, immediately wrapped in her obsessive affection. My suffering became unbearable, my very existence dismissed as she doted on him. The ultimate betrayal came when she literally offered my throat to a newly turned, rabid Liam, commanding him to feed on me to stabilize his transformation. I was just a disposable sacrifice. Through a haze of pain and fading vision, I saw the truth: I was nothing but a living convenience, a mere self-service blood bank. How could I have been so blind, so endlessly devoted to someone who saw me as less than an object? The agonizing bite paled in comparison to the sting of her absolute disregard. But in that moment of dying despair, a desperate, cunning spark ignited. I feigned unconsciousness, using my self-inflicted wounds as a cover. I would escape. I would find my chance to destroy the pact's binding artifact, and finally sever these chains of torment. What happens when your enslaver tries to reclaim you, threatening the one kind soul who ever helped you?/0/21225/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3f25c8afb732804bcc81209701dce9d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chosen For The War God In Isolation
After the war that took place, the god of war, who is known for winning any battle fought, went into isolation after he ended up with anger killing the most important person in his life, his sister, to stop the range in him from unleashing his might on some innocent people. He never had the intention of harming anyone, but a powerful god that can manipulate the mind was able to use him in unleashing his anger; everyone despises him for trying to take innocent life instead of fighting for them; his sister paid the sacrifice just for him to get back his self and to block the manipulative god from his mind. He has been in isolation for year's, and everyone thought he was dead and slowly forgot about him being their war god. The Manipulative god is still searching for the War god chosen bride who can bring him out of the place no one knew about finishing his task and killing the bride in the process. Now, who is the chosen bride for the war god in isolation? Will the manipulative god we have no idea about find her and carry out his plan? Will the chosen bride be ready to accept her fate? Lastly, what if she finds him but refuses to leave his isolation to save the very people who never wanted him again? Too many questions going on in your mind, right, well let's find out as the story proceeds./0/70217/coverorgin.jpg?v=e750aa5fd2b0386bbf2c44a866bfb733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Goddess' Blessing: Lovers by Truce
"I am your Prince!" "And I am THE Princess!" She said with fire in her eyes, anger fuelling her words. She had promised herself to remain civil with him but his words had pushed her over the edge once again. "You are not my prince. We share a title, we will share a throne but that's as far as it gets. I do not care if you're a man, I do not care for your stupid ideas and I do not care for your stupid army. The next time you cross me, I will not hesitate to slit your throat." He took a menacing step closer to her after she finished. "Is that a threat?" He said trying to coax her. She smiled and took a step closer until he could feel her breath on his face. "No. It's a promise." Twenty-two year old Analeigh Dafidi found her world changing for the better when she got chosen as the heir to the Aspen throne, which she has to share with other heir apparent, Leonidas Pelagios, a man from the rival house. Their journey is filled with mystery, betrayal and sizzling tension that makes Analeigh feel like she's submerged in a constantly flowing river. Her new fiancé seeks to hate her guts, most of her family is against her ascension and she still has to prove herself to court. She braves all these storms anyway, pushing her way ahead as a leader. But nothing could have prepared her for the darkness waiting in the shadows, threatening to swallow her whole./0/60808/coverorgin.jpg?v=e455f3eee684e42ce72bc8149af0ad8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
AINSLEY'S INNER EYE
It all started with Ainsley being different since the girl was two years old. Ainsley can read other people's minds, she can also see invisible beings, and she can even know what will happen to people who accidentally stare into her eyes. Everything would be fine if Ainsley didn't harbor feelings for a reclusive and untouchable man like Alfred in their first meeting when Ainsley was only 15 years old. On the day of their second meeting, after almost three years, Ainsley realized that she couldn't read Alfred's mind, almost everything about men was unknown to her. *** The story will only begin when Caldweel, a handsome, invisible man who lost his body, meets Ainsley. Caldwell, who lost his body, will uncover all the irregularities regarding Ainsley's supernatural abilities, Alferd, and his own death. So how does the story go? Can Ainsley find answers to the mysterious figure of Alfred and the origin of Caldwell?/0/49779/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea447c3239b8442d9c53902ca45ba4c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mine to Protect
“He took her, I went for water, and they are not there. I don’t know where they went, but he took her.” “We have to find Byron and fast.” He is over by the bar, “Alpha, Everly is missing.” “What do you mean missing?” Aimi is crying, “A guy Martin said Everly was his mate and wanted to talk to her. She didn’t want to be alone with him. She told me to stay with her and I left her.” “What do you mean you left her? Where did you leave her?” “He gave us drinks. He said he made one just for Everly. He wouldn’t let me have it. Ten minutes later she was dizzy and wanted you, she asked me to mind link you. That Martin guy told me to get some water first, I was stupid and listened to him and left her there. This is all my fault she wanted you and I left her there alone.” “Aimi, this is not the time, what happened next?” “When I got back, they were gone. I shouldn’t have left her. This is all my fault! Please find her she is my best friend she is like my sister.” Aimi starts to cry harder. “Stop crying show me where they were.” When they get to the table Byron sniffs the air, “I can still smell her scent, get the guards and keep Aimi with you. Catch up to me as soon as you can.” “Where are you going, so I know which direction to go?” “The sent goes up these stairs. I’m going to follow her scent.” “Alpha, you know that leads to the rooms set aside for guests that are spending the night.” “Justin, I don’t have time to talk. I have to get to her.” Going from hallway to hallway her scent is getting weaker, it is mixing with a male’s scent. Byron knows all too well what is happening and is getting frantic looking for her./0/50753/coverorgin.jpg?v=31e284c17be65f56f1ef3c715b88235c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Famous Demon Price
"You know you've been chasing that guy for a month, what's the point of chasing him?" Nyphele complained with a raised eyebrow. "I know you're curious about new things, there's no fear of anything. But that's from the demon race." He added more. "Curiosity can lead you to danger sometimes." Nyphele is talking about the soon to be crowned prince of the demon race. Prince Lyford Kedron, the famous demon prince. Besides his beautiful face, he also has this attractive expressionless face when he walks. Who wouldn't be interested in that, right? Many are chasing after that famous demon, but who would have thought that I was the only one who was successful in chasing him. Not only he noticed me, he also gives me a different expression when he sees me. Unfortunately, that expression is 'annoyance'. But at least he thinks differently about me, right? "What are you, you're overthinking things! Aren't you interested to know why his wings are white instead of black?" I asked smiling. I'm not just interested in his personality and appearance. He's famous for having such graceful white wings like an angel. "He's from the demon race yet he has white wings, maybe it's not dangerous to know why that is, right?" I winked at Nyphele and she gave me an even worse look. "If I know that's not all you want to know, you're being such a stalker right now." He understood what I was saying. "Stalker? Me? do I look like a stalker? I'm pretty enough to be a stalker." I cheekily smiled at what she said. "How can you say I'm a stalker- "Well lucky you, I have a list here." My eyes widened, what? She grabbed a small notebook from her bag. "I have a list of the things you do to him." She immediately burned it... or should I say she used her ability to hide the small notebook. "Wait- you're not even going to read to me, are you?" I will ask. "I know you will just grab and hide the notebook. So I'm going ahead of you, I will give you the notebook after I report it to your brother." My eyes got bigger. "Aish! I'm your best friend, why are you reporting everything I do to my brother?" He just smiled sweetly at me. Hey, why did I become your friend? That's why my brother knows all my movements inside the campus. I played a game with the mixture in my head, I need to clean this. It was stained with blood again, I forgot to clean it. What if the prince saw this, right? He'll feel disgust of course, he's still a very clean freak. He's a demon but he's a very clean freak. Well who am I to judge? I am indeed an angel from the angel race but I'm a messy and lousy person. Likes to curse and all... "Isn't it time for you to stalk the prince in his hunt again? Today is their hunt schedule, right?" Nyphele's words stopped me. "OMG YES! You really fell from the sky Nyphele! Even though you are not supportive of what I do. You still manage to remind me things. LOVE YOU!" I shouted loudly as I flew away, oh see? Even though Nyphele is not supportive, she still informs me things because I tend to forget. I now know why he is my best friend. I just complained to my brother, but I'm sure she's just concerned about me. I immediately went to find the prince. But its weird because I didn't see a demon with white wings at the hunting entrance. "Where is that white demon?" I can see it quickly because of his white wings, but he's not there with his team. I flew around and went to the building where the demons were in class, maybe he's still in the classroom? I was about to enter when I heard a voice... "I told you I like you, why are you pushing me with that woman? I don't want anything." Huh? Isn't that... the famous demon prince's voice? "Don't raise your voice, someone might hear you're... gay." It was like cold water was poured on me. what?! Because my face was thick, I immediately opened the door while pointing to the prince. "you're what!?" The prince lazily looked at me and smirked. I and interest." I interrupted what he said. He looked at me evilly, a demon who was his best friend and guard was also looking at me. I know this because I have been observing them for days. I should have noticed his… sexuality if anything. My observations were never wrong, but sometimes it's hard to read this prince. I proudly put my hand in my chest and smiled. Gay or not: True or not true- "I, Lady Dethyria Javier of the angel race will be chasing the famous demon prince." He thinks I'm going to back down because he's gay? Wrong! Totally wrong! I was born with determination and a curious mind. This won't stop a curious little angel like me!./0/52700/coverorgin.jpg?v=530c46908c98dd6ea75f1e79cbd43850&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reapers
In the aftermath of unimaginable loss, Jamie's once-perfect world crumbles into a stark landscape of loneliness. A year later, a mysterious stranger with an irresistible allure begins to shadow her every move, while otherworldly beings with paranormal abilities relentlessly hunt her. The air crackles with unanswered questions: What do these mysterious entities want from her? Who among her closest confidants can she trust when their web of lies unravel?/0/57892/coverorgin.jpg?v=1825a5ba275de1908c2cb49141791e25&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Erased, Not Forgotten
I died in Montana, exiled to a sanatorium by my husband, the President, who called me "unstable" because a broken heart dared to challenge his polished image. One moment I was staring at a cracked ceiling, the next I was a ghost, bound to my husband, Julian, watching him sign documents in the Oval Office, oblivious to my spectral presence. He had no idea I was dead, no idea I was trapped, a silent witness to his new life with Savannah Reed, his predatory mistress, who now occupied my White House, my roles, and even my family's legacy. My very existence was being systematically erased – my name scorned, my achievements dismissed, and soon, even my beloved son Leo's resting place was threatened by their callous ambition. How could the man I built, the man I loved, betray me so completely, framing me for a scandal I never committed, mocking my grief, and now plotting to defile our son's memory? But even in death, a truth demands to be heard, and soon, the empire Julian built on lies began to crumble, promising a reckoning that would either free my soul or drag him into the abyss he created./0/21879/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e018d6395bafee2e3ae53fd1ed6defc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Be My Alpha
He is an alpha, one who leads the most peaceful pack of the three moons. He stumbles on a rogue, one with stunning green eyes and poise, one he quickly falls in love with. One who breaks his heart after she unveils who she truly is and kills half of his people, including his trusted beta and his caring gamma. But he has a secret of his own, and when all is said and done, will he be her alpha?/0/19609/coverorgin.jpg?v=8efbfc0a908ed1338dfd4c2e4c6b5d76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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