Fantasy Books for Women
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Living In The Haunted House
Because I was greedy for a cheap place to live, I moved into a haunted house. The old beggar downstairs warned me in terror, "Miss, this house is haunted, you can't live here!" I smiled and reassured him, "It's okay, I'm even poorer than the ghosts, so if I move in, I'll be the one causing trouble." He didn't know that I've been able to see ghosts since I was young, and just last night, I stayed up late giving psychological counseling to a ghost./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./0/81355/coverorgin.jpg?v=97ed0e5fd9296cb97b16f632a6e65d6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Bloom
For centuries, I, Elara, the ancient Guardian of Redwood Creek, tied my very soul to the immense Patriarch redwood, silently protecting the Harrison family through a pact they barely understood. James Harrison, the family heir, once seemed to respect my beloved tree and me, showing a youthful kindness that warmed my ancient heart. But when his fiancée, Brenda Van Doren, saw nothing but lumber and obstacles in the ancient redwoods, James, once reverent, coldly ordered my life tree cut down. Each scream of the chainsaw ripped through my essence, forcing me to watch as my centuries of life and power drained away with the felled Patriarch. James, with Brenda by his side, mocked my agonizing pain, then further humiliated me, treating me as a mere servant and even trying to extract my very life force for Brenda' s fleeting vanity. The centuries of silent devotion and sacrifice I'd poured into his family felt utterly wasted, reduced to a performance for their twisted entertainment. How could the boy I had subtly guided, whose prosperity I had secretly ensured, turn to such heartless cruelty, dismissing my existence as mere superstition? The betrayal didn't just break my pact; it shattered my being, leaving me on the brink of utter dissolution, wondering if any of his supposed care was ever real. However, just as my fragile form began to dissipate, an ancient call from the true heart of the forest beckoned, igniting a powerful transformation within me as I ascended into a true Forest Guardian. Now reborn, I will reclaim what was stolen and bring a reckoning to those who dared to desecrate the sacred./0/82653/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7ad9d4650878345227db3b084b493c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Empire Of Lies: Undone By A Song
Aurora Hayes, a senator' s wife with a mystical singing gift known as "Heartnote Harmony," craved true connection on her tenth wedding anniversary night. But inside their D.C. mansion, she overheard a devastating truth: her charismatic husband, Alistair, had fathered children with his former aide, Cassie Bellweather. Cassie demanded Aurora' s unique gift be used to legitimize her sons, shattering Aurora's carefully constructed world. The betrayal escalated quickly; Cassie stole Aurora's ancestral locket, then brutally crushed her hands in a piano, forever silencing her extraordinary voice. Aurora was publicly framed as unstable and suicidal, her "drowning" orchestrated to preserve Alistair' s political image. Yet, as a final act of defiance, bandaged hands shaky, she scrawled "NEVER" in her own blood on a forced confession. Presumed dead, Aurora was secretly rescued by a loyal friend, retreating to the Louisiana bayou where her broken gift transformed into something wilder, potent. Now, rising from the swamp' s embrace as Nola Rey, she' s returning to claim what was stolen by the very man who buried her./0/86222/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe70489bee65106d83c086a27a8def9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Chance, Deadly Trap
One moment, I was just Sarah, pulling weeds from my tomato patch under the hot Nebraska sun, living the quiet farm life I' d painstakingly built. The next, a chilling wave of memory, raw and horrifying, washed over me – memories of another life, a past I' d lived and died. And with that horrific clarity, I saw him again: Mark, my husband, the man who disappeared seven years ago, now limping up our driveway, playing the pathetic, broken-down prodigal son. My heart didn't leap; it solidified into a cold, hard stone, because I remembered everything he'd done in that other life. I remembered how we' d welcomed him in, how my in-laws had drained their life savings, how I'd sold my mother's last keepsakes, all out of love and misguided pity. I remembered how he' d squandered every penny on his secret city wife and her gambling debts, then, when the money ran out, tried to sell our farm out from under us. I remembered the barn burning, the livestock screaming, the loan sharks he brought to our door, leaving us with nothing but ashes, debt, and the bitter taste of his laughter as he drove away. None of us survived that first time. Now, he was back, with the same tattered clothes and the same practiced look of sorrow, mouthing the same fake emotions: "Sarah, I finally made it home." My blood ran cold with the memory of starving in the winter, of seeing my mother-in-law cry, of the life he had so casually incinerated. I would not let it happen again. This time, I would not be the same naive country wife; I would make sure he walked into a trap of his own making, a trap from which he would never escape./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 ..!!/0/83953/coverorgin.jpg?v=ebf393f686a52754e8f472dd41f236c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Comatose Heir's Unwanted Wife
The humid Southern air always brought back the dread. Today was the day-the day the two proposals would arrive, sealing my fate. My sister, Sabrina, burst in, her eyes manic, declaring she' d marry Brian Hughes, the charming mechanic, and I would marry Andrew Lester, the comatose heir. This wasn't how it happened before. In my first life, Sabrina scheme her way into marrying Andrew, condemning me to Brian' s terrifying abuse – the beatings, the broken bones, the eventual fire she set to kill me because she thought my brokenness was a form of happiness. Now, reincarnated, she remembers only Brian' s public devotion, oblivious to the monster beneath. She wanted my nightmare. As a wave of dizzying relief washed over me, I realized… my tormentor, the man who destroyed me, was her desperate prize. My mother, always favoring Sabrina, quickly agreed. They thought they were pushing me into a living widowhood, a quiet misery. They had no idea they were finally setting me free./0/47291/coverorgin.jpg?v=cacefd95709ce3415c721b98de3e8477&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Elf : Secret Life
Alissa Freeda went to the human world of her own free will to save her fairy friends who had been kidnapped by humans. Edwyn, who is an ordinary human, meets Alissa in the form of an Elf, they finally interact with each other and work together to save Alissa's friends. Both of them fall in love with each other, but their different worlds make it difficult for them to be together./0/83954/coverorgin.jpg?v=517218d552802198e592d7a9346d4116&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Daughter's Last Stand
The voicemail clicked, just like the ninety-eighth one had. My family was busy celebrating my adopted sister Molly' s "Sweet 19" birthday, completely forgetting my own diagnosis: Acute Myeloid Leukemia, terminal, a week at most. When I tried to quietly arrange my death benefits at Social Security, they stormed in, furious. My father bellowed about me embarrassing them on Molly's birthday, my mother sneered at my "cheap" hospital report, accusing me of faking illness for attention. Then Molly, ever the actress, cried crocodile tears, begging me to stop lying. As blood streamed from my nose onto the floor, I declared to the horrified clerk: "I have no family." Back in the house that was never a home, Molly sweet-talked me into baking her a peanut butter pie for her party – fully aware of her severe peanut allergy that I' d been blamed for years ago. Exposed, she shrieked, faking a fall, and my father's fist found my face, sending me sprawling, blood mixing with old tears. He roared for me to get out, hurling a beer bottle that grazed my temple as I fled. Penniless and bleeding, I collapsed in a grimy motel room, waiting to die alone. Then Molly arrived, dropping her innocent act to gloat. Her chilling confession laid bare years of malicious manipulation – the faked allergy, the bullying, the constant torment designed to make them choose her over me. "You'll die alone," she sneered, kicking me while I was down, "and I'll have everything." She didn't see my old laptop recording her confession, or the email I sent to my family with the subject line: "The Truth."/0/82332/coverorgin.jpg?v=91dec06275e4d752f71776bf948b663a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Dead Speak: Sarah's Journal
I hovered, a restless spirit, above the opulent ballroom of the Fairmont Copley Plaza. This grand wedding, shimmering with laughter and clinking champagne flutes, celebrated Ethan Astor and Olivia Miller. It should have been my wedding to Ethan. But I was dead, reduced to a convenient scandal weeks ago, my tragic "overdose" a footnote in their perfect lives. Below, society whispered, calling me "difficult" and "ungrateful," while my adoptive parents, the Millers, who once tossed my few possessions like trash, warmly embraced their "true" daughter. They believed Ethan' s carefully doctored photos and the lies that framed my fall from grace. No one among these glittering guests knew about the Lupus eating me alive, the relentless pain, or the crushing exhaustion that ultimately consumed me. They simply saw Sarah, the troubled heiress, a messy problem conveniently gone. The injustice, the quiet suffering they willfully ignored, burned colder than my ghostly form. Then, during what should have been Ethan' s charming speech, Olivia, the new bride, stood. She held up a small, sleek USB drive, her eyes firm. "I have something to share," she announced, her voice echoing. "A final message. From Sarah." My breath, if I had one, would have hitched. My most private journal, my very words, were about to silence their celebration, with the police already waiting outside./0/85253/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e6913be56c827ad5042ccaf34ee3136&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Sacrifice Rekindled
The smell of smoke and burning wood woke me, my heart pounding. It was the same fire, the one that had consumed everything in my first life. But this time, Kaelen was alive, his silver eyes narrowed, not in concern for me, but in a frantic search for Lyra. He accused me of setting the blaze, demanding I save her with my own lifeblood, forcing the agonizing transfusion while she smirked, thriving on my pain and his blind devotion. How could he believe her lies, even as I sacrificed everything, again and again, for the very life he now blamed me for saving? Then, the memory hit me: Kaelen, dying in my past life, his last breath a bitter regret not for Lyra, but for me. This second chance wasn't just about saving him from fire, but from himself, from the painful, world-shattering regret that had haunted his dying eyes./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./0/81360/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3cc3ea978f239b90b00ff78f69db46e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife: Now Watch the Grove Roar
My family has always been the quiet guardians of the Beaumont fortune, bound by an ancient Life-Pact to the sacred Redwood trees on their vast estate. My own life force, and the prosperity of the Beaumonts, was intrinsically linked to the magnificent Patriarch tree and the ancestral Heartwood Amulet I wore. Then, Evelyn arrived. My husband, Arthur Beaumont, was instantly ensnared by his childhood sweetheart' s supposed terminal illness. A "specialist" doctor declared her only hope lay in draining the life from our sacred Patriarch or my very own amulet. Arthur, the man who once pledged eternal devotion beneath the ancient Redwoods, looked at me, not at Evelyn, and demanded I hand over the necklace or allow him to harm our holy tree. He didn't wait for my consent. He ripped the Heartwood Amulet from my neck, then smashed it against the Patriarch' s ancient roots, shattering both my legacy and my soul. A searing agony ripped through me, and I watched in horror as my hair faded to grey and my body withered, each cut branch of the sacred tree echoing in my bones. He dismissed my anguish as "theatrics," blinded by Evelyn's manipulative lies, even forcing me to witness the sacred desecration. The betrayal wasn't just physical pain; it was a profound spiritual severing, a dismissal of everything I was and everything our pact represented. How could he exchange our true, ancient bond for a baseless lie and a con artist's whim? He accused me of selfishness, of hoarding the forest's magic, claiming Evelyn' s life mattered more than generations of sacred duty. The Beaumonts had taken our protection for granted, but now they were actively destroying it all. A chilling certainty formed through my suffering: this desecration would not end well for them. Too weak to fight, I declared the Life-Pact broken, nurturing a single, tiny seedling from the Patriarch' s line as my last act. My physical form died, but my spirit transcended, merging with the Redwood forest itself. I became its eternal consciousness, a silent guardian over all Redwoods, watching as the land, no longer protected by our ancient magic, began to reclaim what was truly its own, ensuring the Beaumonts faced the full, brutal consequences of their sacrilege./1/108614/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbfc7ef673a3ff81b1313d428c0287ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Curse of the dragon flames
BLURB; They told her she was born to die. They told him he was born to kill. They were both wrong. Hazel was the perfect sacrifice: poor, powerless, and prepared for the dragon's flame. Prince Dravon was the perfect executioner: ruthless, royal, and bound by duty. Their first glance which was a magnetic attraction changed everything. Now, running from a kingdom that wants her blood and a brother who wants his throne, they uncover a horrific secret. The ritual is a key to unlock something ancient vorthar an ancient dragon God. The curse is a cage. And Hazel's rare bloodline containing the blood line of three realms makes her the most dangerous creature in the world the target of a priestess who wants eternal power and a dragon-god who dreams of eternal fire and freedom to rule the whole world. To save their worlds, Hazel and Dravon must burn the old lies to the ground and forge a new legend from the ashes./0/21338/coverorgin.jpg?v=2994e58e6873cf4da5c5f02c07d214ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
5 Princes and I
"You, my dear, will be going to help us to decide that. You will pick a king." "Say what now?" "I'm not going to repeat it since I know that you have heard me." "Fine! You want me to decide?! Nate!" I pointed to prince Nathaniel if I remember correctly. He was slightly taken aback and a confused expression was replaced. "Do you want to be a king?" "I...uh...Yes?" He said. Unsure of his answer. It made me wonder if the expression on my face had forced him to say yes. "Good. Then you'll be the king. "What!? But that's not how you decide it!" PRINCE Ace said. "Fine! You're all kings. In fact, we ALL can be kings!!" **** She's Rosalie Amber Stan. A simple teenage girl, who made a wish to have a more adventurous life, was a victim of abduction by the Fae queen to a different realm. She was brought to a castle with 5 supernatural princes, who are fighting for the throne. The queen gave her a task to be the one to choose the future heir to their kingdom. Little did she know that the queen only wanted one thing from her and the princes: Romance. Between a sparkly wizard, a rude obnoxious elf, a flirty vampire, and a couple of twin trouble-making wolf princes; Is there really a right choice? And why is there a wolf spirit, who suddenly awakened upon sensing her arrival, kept stalking her? A romantic-comedy in 'another world' with a quirky-temperamental female heroine learning the culture of this new fantasy world./0/82336/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba63b1c167d39b6555a1e8d756afee77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Colonel's Daughter's Revenge
My stepmother, Eleanor, was about to ruin my life again, just like before. A cream-colored envelope, sealed with the Vanderbilt crest, landed on our mahogany table like a death sentence. This was it: the nightmare I' d already lived once, revisited. Eleanor' s eyes gleamed as she declared the Vanderbilts wanted an 'alliance' – a marriage for one of us Miller girls. I knew exactly what that meant: I was to be sold off to a powerful dynasty, just like in my previous life. My father, Colonel Miller, was a hero overseas, out of reach, leaving no one to stop Eleanor. They paraded my stepsister, Brie, first. But when she inevitably feigned illness, Eleanor' s gaze landed on me. My stepfamily, always eager to exploit my father's name, expected me to be their dutiful pawn, just as I' d been broken and discarded before. They thought I was the same naive girl, easily manipulated and ready to sacrifice. They were clueless about the searing memories, the clear roadmap of their treachery, I carried. But this time, things would be different. This wasn' t surrender; it was the first move in my own calculated game. I wouldn' t just endure their schemes. I would fight. My foreknowledge was my ultimate weapon, and the game had just begun./1/112510/coverorgin.jpg?v=3b80e12a5fe08395fba144095917959e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE QUEEN RISES
She was taken. He was never supposed to need her. Freya's world shatters the night she is thrust into a life she doesn't understand. A life ruled by power, by silence... and by a man who doesn't believe in mercy. Torren is cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. A man who breaks without trying. But Freya doesn't break. She watches. She learns. She fights in ways he doesn't see coming. And that's when it all changes. What begins as control becomes something darker- obsession, tension, a pull they can't ignore. But the more Freya digs, the more horrifying the truth becomes. Her past isn't missing... It was erased. And the man who has her captive? He knows so much more than he's ever let on. As secrets unravel, and betrayal looms, Freya realizes she was never a pawn in his game- She was the catalyst for its beginning. And when the truth finally breaks her... She will not run. She will rise. Because the most dangerous entity in this world isn't the man who owns it... It's the woman who was born to claim it./0/63519/coverorgin.jpg?v=029d6109a68995b5884641ca96b488b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Angel's Redemption
Warren arrived at the hotel, his heart racing as he got to the roof. Panic seized him when he didn't immediately see Anastasia. As he moved closer to the ledge, he finally spotted her-lying dangerously close to the edge, her body slack and seemingly on the brink of slipping into unconsciousness. The sight of the empty bottle of pills and whiskey shattered something inside him. "Oh, Ana," he whispered, his voice thick with anguish as he approached her. But then, in a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, he saw her body begin to roll off the edge. The horror that gripped him turned his blood to ice. Without a second thought, Warren launched himself over the ledge after her, diving headfirst through the night air. The wind roared in his ears, but he moved with the precision of a bullet, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. When he finally caught her, relief surged through him. Cradling her tightly in his arms, he expanded his angelic wings, the pure white feathers cutting through the darkness as he propelled them upward, away from prying eyes. __________________________________________________________________________________________ After the loss of her mother and the abuse she receives from her stepfamily, Anastasia finds herself living in a world where grief and betrayal are commonplace. She turns to her childhood best friend and first love, Bastian, for consolation. But after a tragic accident leaves him in a coma Anastasia's world crumbles as he passes away from his injuries. Warren, a mysterious angel, enters her life just when it seems hope is lost. Because he is harboring secrets that may change everything, his presence is both comforting and unsettling. As Anastasia is drawn further into a world of angels, demons, and ancient abilities, she learns a shocking family secret and danger lerks around every corner. Anastasia is at the core of it all. Worse, she harbors her own secret even she doesn't fully understand, one known only by her late mother and a few others. As her connection to Warren deepens, Anastasia is forced to confront the reality of her family's past and the supernatural forces determined to destroy everything she loves. In a race against time, Anastasia must decide whether to embrace her hidden destiny and face a terrifying future or risk losing everything-including the love that might just save her. Secrets, danger, and a forbidden love that transcends time and reality collide in this heart-pounding journey of self-discovery and survival./0/81366/coverorgin.jpg?v=f087d4cb340254e994ba85769dd3932d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
