Fantasy Books for Women
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Predictive Text Couldn't Predict Our Love
My world was painted with words nobody else could see, predictive text shimmering over everyone, even future adoptive families. When the chance came to pick a family, the perfect Hendersons offered sunny picnics and acceptance, but the text over Liam Henderson screamed a crimson warning: "AVOID AT ALL COSTS. Heartbreak." Instead, it pointed to Blake Sterling, a boy drowned in the corner, with a soft blue message: "RECOMMENDED. A cold and difficult beginning. This boy is broken, but you are the key to his healing." I chose him, stepping into a life of cold silence, a museum of a house, and a father who disappeared even when he was home. What started as quiet mutual support quickly devolved. Blake's mother's death, a supposed "wellness program," became his obsession, fueling a terrifying need for revenge against the Hendersons and Dr. Evelyn Reed. He was falling apart, spray-painting their mansion, self-destructing. Desperate, I confessed my secret, my ability to see the "text," telling him it warned me about his dangerous path. Then, the true horror unfolded: the 'wellness program' wasn't just for his mother. Blake found a list, and my name was on it. The text I saw, my supposed "gift," wasn't magic-it was a side effect of the same experimental trial that killed his mother. I was a lab rat, just like her. And then, his father-Mr. Sterling-came into focus. Not only had he known the program was dangerous, he' d taken money to keep quiet about the 'wellness program' and its child victims, including me. The connection between Blake and me shattered, a bond born of shared pain now poisoned by his father' s monstrous betrayal. Blake turned on me, his eyes filled with terror, accusing me of being part of the conspiracy, a living symbol of his family's betrayal. I was alone again, more lost than in the orphanage, the text over my head a flat, dead gray: "Connection Severed." But then, a terrifying alert flashed, not for Blake, but for the man who had destroyed us both: "CRITICAL ALERT: STERLING SENIOR. ALCOHOL AND PRESCRIPTION DRUG INTERACTION. LETHAL PROBABILITY: 95%." Our personal tragedy was about to be eclipsed, and I knew-we had to save him./0/20129/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9a9b486f04a5907435d1df2bc2c5556&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Lycan, Her Dragon
He is a Dragon Warrior sent to the Thregonad Village to rule its people. He is fearless, handsome and robust but cold hearted. Then he found her in the verge of death; a Lycan Princess with all her grace and beauty but with hidden spirit of being a warrior too. Secretly, he fell in love with her but she has a fiancé waiting or searching for her; the Duke of Sussex. What will happen if circumstances would force the Lycan Princess to submit herself as a wife to the Dragon warrior?/0/27638/coverorgin.jpg?v=93c48b3584790f932a4956b54f0b154a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Quick Transmigration: The Grim Reaper's Mission
After being imprisoned in the dark tunnel for 500 years. Rose Blair, a grim reaper was sent out on a mission to find the Soul fragment of the lord god, which was scattered in different worlds. But the problem is why does the invincible lord god keep chasing her around, professing his love in every world. First World- You belong to me and no one else Second World- You dare to run away from me! Third world- I will tie you to my side and make sure you never leave But then will every world go without obstacles from those trying their best to stop god from awakening?/0/82861/coverorgin.jpg?v=92322cc02a94fa6c37d7253fe91f3fa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Son of Whisperwind
Our baby boy was gone, a tiny knitted cap all that remained. Seven months, and we nearly made it. But before I could even properly grieve, my wife, Izzy, obsessed over her ex, Julian. She' d already made the ultimate sacrifice for him: our son, a victim of a desperate, experimental "cure." Julian arrived like a conquering hero, smirking, ready to exploit our ancient, sacred land, Whisperwind Hollow, for his "wellness retreat." My mother, the Keeper of the Hollow, tried to warn them, and for that, she collapsed to Julian's taunts. Izzy, blinded by devotion, dismissed my pleas, then knocked me unconscious when I dared to defend myself. I woke up to hear they'd faked my death. I, the grieving father and son, was now a "dead man," manipulated, then "murdered" again, thrown into the raging river. But the true horror was yet to come: Izzy planned to use our baby' s ashes in a twisted ritual to "cleanse" Julian. The depths of her betrayal, the calculated cruelty, left me numb, then burning with a cold, clear rage. Pulled from the river by those loyal to the Hollow, I finally understood. This land, my heritage, it amplifies what's within. Julian' s darkness would be his undoing, and Izzy's choices, her folly-they brought us here. Now, alive and hidden, I would become what I was always meant to be: the true Keeper, ready to reflect their malice back at them./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./0/83487/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dc344ae561cf70a81d63866da7a3ebe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The 21st Birthday Loop
For sixteen years, I was a phantom in the Miller house, my entire existence centered on raising Caleb. My destiny was sealed: on his 21st birthday, I was to become his wife, a debt my family couldn't pay. In my first agonizing life, that wedding day led to a decade of imprisonment in their dark basement, then a horrific sale to the depraved Scrap Yard Joe, who brutally murdered me and my two young daughters. But then, a miracle: I jolted awake, it was Caleb' s 21st birthday party again. I was back. This time, I vowed to escape, coldly telling Caleb the "deal was off." His fury, fueled by his new girlfriend Chloe, erupted. They dragged me to their root cellar, where Chloe actively tried to crush me with cinder blocks. Escaping a terrifying encounter with Scrap Yard Joe, Chloe's eerie accomplice from my past, I returned to the party only to be publicly framed. A panicked confrontation led to the tragic, accidental death of Caleb' s mother-a death later revealed to be orchestrated by Chloe' s slow poison. I was beaten, battered, and finally, locked in the basement again as Chloe set it on fire, intending to burn me alive. Lying amidst the flames, every fiber of my being screamed. Why had my attempt at freedom only resulted in such a brutal, fiery trap? Was this wretched family, and the ghosts of my past, truly inescapable? Yet, fate had a cruel twist. I miraculously survived, forcing Caleb to believe me dead, consumed by guilt. He began a meticulous, horrifying revenge on Chloe, mirroring the torment I endured. Then, in the climax of his depravity, just as he raised a hunting knife over Chloe' s pregnant belly, a scarred, living ghost walked into the room: Me. And his world shattered./0/74883/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Moonlit Heir
When Elara Thorne, a fiercely independent young woman betrayed and abandoned while pregnant, stumbles into the secluded mountain estate of the enigmatic billionaire Lucien Vale, her life takes a turn she never imagined. But Lucien is no ordinary man-he's a centuries-old werewolf cursed to loneliness, bound by a blood oath that forbids him from loving a human. Yet something about Elara-her scent, her spirit, her unborn child-awakens something ancient and forgotten in him. But secrets lie buried beneath moonlight and marble. The child Elara carries may not be entirely human either... and the father who left her may not have been who he claimed to be after all./0/23573/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ca09373726660112164cba3ee998d5f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
City Mermaid
Kapella Elijah, The High School hottie whose beautiful and voice was beyond the normal, was the last surviving species of Mermaids known as The Arctics. She gets to live a normal life as her secret self is hidden by her foster parents. But all is about to change when a Billionaire Family, The Arrowood, moved into Phoenix City. She gets into trouble with them when she choose the heir of the family. The young, charming CEO of Phoenix Hotel, and that single decision leads to an unending conflict. Unknown to her, The Arrowood was a formidable Family of Mermaid Hunters who was in search of Mermaids whose tears were molten diamonds, An Arctic./0/23417/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e0c7fd47bee3548db89f5bcbed8a166&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THERESA's Life Story.
"I have always wanted him to leave us alone, he doesn't deserve any of us! He doesn't deserve love" "I am just glad I made it here. I miss my mom,I wonder if she's okay". . . Theresa Lawson, a young lad whose childhood was traumatic, courtesy of her father. Her mom has always been her best friend, it hurt her that she had to leave her all alone in that hell hole to school. She finally got into college and definitely, she changed. Do you think she changed for the good or bad? Warning ⚠️ This book contains scenes depicting violence and abuse which may be triggering for some readers./0/81299/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7cd681932aaf313a09c09bcc7fec8e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sister-In-Law's Jealousy
My life was woven from Montana's wind and the whisper of ancient spirits, far from Washington D.C.'s noise. As a tribal healer, I lived connected to the land, but when my brother, Senator Julian Vance, called, his voice tight with desperation, I knew I had to go. His wife, Vicky, was dying, and modern medicine had failed her; I came to save her, to offer healing beyond what doctors understood. Instead, I stepped into a nightmare. The moment I arrived, Vicky lunged at me, eyes blazing with a jealousy I couldn't comprehend. She accused me of being a "homewrecker," her rage unchecked as her entourage joined in. They desecrated my sacred tools, the very conduits of my power, stomping them to splinters. My young apprentice, Lena, barely out of her teens, was mercilessly murdered protecting me. Then, in a final, horrifying act of malice, Vicky herself plunged a letter opener into my eyes, stealing my sight; I lay there, blind and broken, my world plunged into utter darkness. Why this monstrous, unprovoked assault? What deep-seated rot drove a woman to such extreme, unhinged violence against the very person trying to save her? How could such hatred be born from a false accusation? The pain of Lena's death and my stolen sight gnawed at my soul, demanding answers. Just as all hope seemed lost, Julian burst in, witnessing the horrific truth. His icy fury, a Senator's power unleashed, promised swift and absolute ruin for Vicky, but as I recovered, profound inner truths began to reveal themselves, forcing me to redefine justice, healing, and my own broken spirit./0/64717/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0ce004cb13623120e594708b5ad9b67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Moonlight shadow's
BLURD: ''In the Shadow, Darkness reigns. But Emilia's love can be the light. After Ryder's shocking betrayal, Emilia must navigate treacherous alliances, ancient prophecies and forbidden love to save him from the Shadow Realm. With loyalty tested and deception lurking, Emilia's determination ignites./0/77858/coverorgin.jpg?v=f57d24c16504b3b40144b5f7ff6ed076&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Ruthless Alpha (Fated to Darkness)
When eighteen-year-old Amelia is thrust into a world ruled by wolves, magic, and ancient bloodlines, the last thing she expects is to be bound-by fate and ceremony-to Kade Woodson, the cold and enigmatic Alpha King. Their union, forged not by love but by necessity, places her at the center of a realm that was never meant to be hers. But the mate bond doesnt care about legacy or loyalty. As Amelia navigates a palace full of secrets, a Council that sees her as a threat, and a husband who reads her mind whether she wants him to or not, she discovers that her human past may hold the key to a power older than the crown itself. And when whispers of forbidden magic begin to stir, Amelia must decide who she is willing to trust-before the trials ahead consume her whole. Duty made her a queen. Destiny may make her something far more dangerous./0/80361/coverorgin.jpg?v=e65353ddba8277688287eda9bd937380&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Bled for His Child, He Buried My Brother
My tribe was dying, our sacred Sunbeam Ridge ravaged by the deafening roar of Remington Mining’s bulldozers. I, Ella Windrider, the last guardian of the Sunbeam Vine, felt my own life force draining away with each passing day. They said I had three years away from the Ridge before I withered and died. But my people would fall sooner if I did nothing. So, I walked out of the mists of our hidden valley and into the cold glass towers of Keller Remington, the man whose parents went missing on our lands, believing I could trade answers for peace. Instead, he took me prisoner, convinced my tribe murdered his family. Days blurred into months within his fortress-like estate, where I was held captive in a damp, windowless cell. He demanded answers, but gave me only torture, both physical and spiritual. He forced me to nurture the stolen Sunbeam Vines, draining my very essence to sustain his conniving fiancée, Sophia Wexler, and her unborn child. Each drop of the Vine’s sap I bled, was a piece of my soul. Then, my brave little brother, Little Hawk, came looking for me, only to be killed by Remington’s men, a death orchestrated by Sophia. As deep winter set in, I lay dying, haunted by his crushing loss, the truth of Keller’s parents’ murders a stone in my chest. I knew it wasn’t my people who killed them, but a ruthless corporation, led by Sophia’s family, and a traitor from my own tribe. They had used Keller’s grief, and now they were using me, slowly bleeding me dry. Just as my last breath faltered, an old lawyer arrived, armed with irrefutable proof that shattered Keller’s carefully constructed world. The man who had tortured me, who had caused my brother’s death, finally saw the face of his true enemy, and the innocent woman he had systematically destroyed./0/73478/coverorgin.jpg?v=57d567b75e3dbe9b59685b9392e838a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eclipse Of The Heart: A Second Dawn
Betrayed by her mate and exiled from her pack, Lyra's only crime was surviving the night that shattered her world. Pregnant, hunted, and left for dead, she faces the frozen wilderness until a violent storm leads her to Jarek-a lone wolf with eyes like smoldering amber and a past as dangerous as the sanctuary he offers. In the shadows of the reclusive Nightclaw Pack, Lyra finds uneasy refuge. But trust is a luxury she can't afford, not when rogue wolves stalk the borders and her unborn child's mysterious power threatens to ignite a war. Torn between the ghost of her first love and the pull of a man who awakens forbidden desires, Lyra must decide: guard her shattered heart, or risk it all for a second chance at a bond that could save-or destroy-them both. In a world where loyalty is written in blood and secrets bite deeper than fangs, can a rejected mate outrun her fate? Or will the truth of that cursed night bury her alive?/0/82708/coverorgin.jpg?v=85d423139f641ccfe35c74d60ce76f02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of a False Hero
Ethan Miller possessed a secret gift: blood that could heal any wound, reverse any sickness. In a past life, he used it to save Bree Vanderbilt, a beautiful socialite paralyzed from the waist down. The Vanderbilts had promised him immense wealth and marriage, but Bree, fixated on her "hero" boyfriend, Chad Kensington, turned her back on Ethan once healed. When Chad supposedly died searching for a cure, Bree, consumed by twisted grief, forced Ethan to try and revive him, draining him relentlessly. Ethan died right there, exhausted from the futile attempt, unmourned by Bree, who only had eyes for her lost Chad. It was only after his death that the bitter truth emerged: Chad wasn't a hero or a martyr; he was a cheat, murdered by a jealous husband. Ethan had died for nothing, for a woman who mourned a liar and a scoundrel. The betrayal, the pain, the utterly pointless sacrifice-every agonizing detail burned into his soul. Then, with a gasping breath, he woke up, the sterile scent of his family' s hidden clinic sharp in his nostrils. It was the exact day Eleanor Vanderbilt was scheduled to bring her paralyzed daughter, Bree, for his assessment. This time, things would be different./0/18256/coverorgin.jpg?v=729ff83c93b61c41c844833350d508df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
UNDER THE PRINCE OF LUST'S WILES
In a large shopping mall we went. It was three storeys high, complete with restaurants and fast-food chains. He guided me to the second floor where all of the goods I had specified to him were located. Again, stores after stores were lined up for me choose, but I decided to enter one where its window knickknacks caught my eyes. The store was named, Ann Summers. Weird things. I most certainly hadn't seen objects like these in my entire life. The shapes were weird too; circular, elongated, heart-shaped in bold neon colors. There were even objects that looked like rods and cuffs of different sizes and colorful jelly rings with studs. My brain immediately registered children's toys? However, the moment I stepped inside the store, my brain immediately scratched the word CHILDREN and replaced it with ADULT! My eyes widened as I took in every single detail that welcomed me. Eriol, who trailed behind me earlier, now stood right in my side. He gave a light tap on my shoulder to which I immediately jerked away. Our eyes met and I swear he looked at me with a twinkle of mischief. 'Funny, you seem to have lost your way directly into this place, Milady,' he said and gave me a freaking roguish grin! ~ 0 ~ I am hoping that my vacation in my Aunt's mansion is worth it. Leaving my volunteer work in Nepal abruptly is not what I wanted but there is nothing I can do, my Aunt is just too insistent. I know staying in there would be enjoyable, but I never thought that everyday would become something more... more than unbearable, and it all stems to a certain man - the head butler of the house - specifically too attentive of me. Genre: Supernatural Romance Status: Completed All Rights Reserved 2020 JMFelic Books/0/29677/coverorgin.jpg?v=825ff2dbb5b74c91fa2c7fc318fc49c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vampire Kings And Their Little Mate
Being stimulated by three overly attractive vampires was the last thing I had ever imagined. "Oh Jasmine, this is a sight to behold," Archer murmured,landing kisses all along my inner thighs. Lucien broke the kiss, I could see the lust in his eyes. Micheal took the turn to kiss me once I caught my breath and Lucien's fingers moved to spread my labia only for me to feel the unexpected lick of Archer's tongue on my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Feel it..." Lucien growled into my ear, biting my earlobe, "Feel it how we pleasure you, little mate." ****** My whole life I have known my identity as a human but everything changed once I took the job in the Kings' palace as their maid and their attention fell on me. Black Vale Dynasty was ruled by three powerful Vampire kings. Respected, Obeyed and feared they were the most dangerous predators on the earth. But when my life unknowingly gets entangled with theirs, soon the unimaginable happened—On the night of the full moon, I turned out to be their mate and this puts my whole existence under question. They did not want to leave me but a human couldn't be the destined mate of a vampire, let alone three. However, fate pulled the strangest game on me, linking my life to the eliminated Vaidel-Dynasty which was once ruled by the strongest vampire of all time before the rogue attack…that destroyed everything./0/60808/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251208135737&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?/0/84118/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203719&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Of Her Past
The last thing I remembered was a crushing weight in my chest, and the impossibly cruel words about my son not being mine. Then, everything went black. I thought I was dead, a broken man on my own lawn, betrayed by the wife I' d mourned for a decade. But I opened my eyes to the scent of lilies and the familiar wooden pews of St. Michael's church. It was Nicole' s funeral, ten years ago, the very day she supposedly died. My mother-in-law, Maria, was there, whispering an insane proposition: marry her younger daughter, Gabby, just on paper, for my baby son, A.J. In my first life, I' d been horrified by the thought, clinging to Nicole' s memory. But that Andrew was dead. This Andrew was back, alive and seething with a cold, hard resolve. I knew what was coming in ten years. I knew she' d return to destroy me. Not this time. I stared at Gabby, then turned to Maria, my voice steady, my decision made. "Okay," I said. "I' ll do it." The game had changed. I was given a second chance, and this time, I would build a fortress./0/85370/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1f616185f1ea9cc69c8a87d6279966b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
