Fantasy Books for Women
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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./0/36341/coverorgin.jpg?v=54a75b4fb1f14eec889170c4cd025513&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha Damien's Concubine
His lips almost touched my earlobe as he whispered, with his actions sending shivers down my spine "Because you are my mate, dummy.." ~~ Damien, the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack has been yearning for his mate for over nine years. He finally collides with his mate who got auctioned for sale. He bought her and he made her stay in his pack as one of his concubines. What happens when he can't make his mate the Luna of his pack because he is being threatened by his wife to expose his deep secrets?/0/80300/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea2f73005496e7a878d75837beca8d01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Pregnancy, My Exodus
I was Chloe, a frontwoman of "Nightingale & Guitarist," a life I’d painstakingly built with Liam, the struggling musician I’d saved. For five years, I was his muse, his partner, his wife, having chosen him over my original, shattered reality. Then, Liam began his affair with Kendra, our ambitious tour assistant. For three unbearable years, I lived a grotesque parody of a marriage, enduring his blatant betrayals, his gaslighting, and Kendra’s open triumph, as if I had somehow deserved this calculated heartbreak. The final, crushing blow came on my birthday, backstage, when Kendra callously announced her pregnancy, a child she claimed was Liam's, right after he'd publicly blamed me for her distress. How could I have given up everything, every piece of my true self, Elara the cellist, only to be reduced to this, a discarded note in their discordant symphony? Why did I allow myself to be consumed by such a bitter, endless performance? But a lifeline appeared: The mysterious Dreamweaver system, which had first sent me to Liam, offered a way to finally go back. To my real life. To myself. For ten days, I methodically dismantled every trace of "Chloe," liquidating all the assets, severing every tie, until my final, quiet disappearance at midnight, as gracefully as a fading echo. Yet, even in my true world, peace was fleeting; Dreamweaver demanded I return, one last time, to quell Liam’s destructive grief, which threatened to unravel the very fabric of his reality. I had to finish what I started, to play the final, unburdened note./0/60589/coverorgin.jpg?v=e115eb6cf7fb572abde9c8bc57bf5e96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./0/21167/coverorgin.jpg?v=88214d6b45570198e54c4a8206c1938e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE HEIR
Years ago king Nathan was crowned king after the passed over of his father, he ruled the kingdom well and married a beautiful wife who gave birth to three girls - namely, princess Bella who is the eldest amongst them, princess Daniella who is the second to the last born and finally the rude princess Who??? Princess Isadora... She was pampered and spoilt by the queen, the king like her so much because when his wife was pregnant with her he thought she was gonna give birth to a boy so he trained her like a boy Meet the king rival..... The devil himself King Ethan, the king twin who loathe the king because he was crowned king instead of him... He has a son and a daughter.. He was treated well because he was a Prince but that wasn't enough for him, he wanted to be king and now that the king has no son he will surely get what he wants Now the king wife is pregnant again What will she give birth to?? A male or a female?? Will Ethan become king?? Find out in this interesting story/0/92659/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5d682bddba76ea4fb94236408979a1d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Betrayal: The Unseen Daughter
As a ghost, I watched my parents arrive at my crime scene. My mother, a renowned surgeon, and my father, the District Attorney, were there to consult on the brutal murder of an unidentified young woman. That young woman was me. But they didn't know. To them, I was just Jane Doe, a messy case and an inconvenient headline. My mother examined my broken body with chilling detachment, her analysis of the torture wounds purely clinical. My father arrived, complaining about the political fallout and the bad press. Standing just feet from my corpse, they discussed their "missing" daughter-me. "She's just being dramatic," my father scoffed. "Probably shacked up with some loser to get back at us." They were more worried about my adopted brother, the golden boy Javon, and his upcoming championship game. I was the family's problem in life, and it seemed I was an even bigger problem in death. The irony was a physical weight. They were talking about me, their lost daughter, while my body lay decomposing at their feet. They were blind, wrapped up in their perfect lives and their love for the son who orchestrated my end. But they would find out. The killer made one mistake. He forced me to swallow a tiny pet microchip, a clue registered in my name. A piece of evidence that would not only give me back my identity but would expose the monster they called a son and burn their perfect world to the ground./0/81709/coverorgin.jpg?v=496ad532d62a29cd68256251e671e51d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Of The Neglected Heiress
I was just a freshly unemployed paralegal in Chicago, killing time by hate-scrolling the trashiest online serial, "Heiress Undone." "This writing is an abomination," I muttered, typing a furious comment about the doormat protagonist and cartoon villains. The moment I hit 'post,' my screen flickered. A pop-up declared: [Narrative Correction System Activated.] Before I could react, my apartment dissolved. One blink later, I was in a ridiculously opulent mansion, dressed as a personal assistant, right in the middle of the Miller family drama I' d just criticized. It was the exact scene: Eleanor Miller shrieked at meek Ava, while her 'sister' Brittany feigned illness. My tablet chimed, revealing a grim truth: Ava's narrative was at "98% failure" for justice. Then, the unbelievable offer: fix this story, and I'd get $7.8 million in royalties. My paralegal brain screamed "Insane!" but the payout was real. Yet, seeing Ava' s quiet despair, the infuriating injustice of these cartoon villains resonated deeper than any sum. I was just a reader, but now I was unexpectedly tangled in a living, breathing train wreck. As Eleanor demanded Ava apologize, I stepped forward. "Actually," I said, my voice clear, "Ava has nothing to apologize for." The System buzzed. This wasn't just about the money anymore. "We're going to get you out of this mess," I promised Ava. "I'm in."/0/99543/coverorgin.jpg?v=90ff21503649bb6b0a56b76a819bebcb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ariel's Quiet Light
Ariel, brilliant and painfully beautiful, lives in shadow after losing her mother at five. Re-homed to a father who should have protected her but instead emotionally wounds her, she flees to her aunt's house, only to find cruelty in a new shape. With nowhere left to hide, Ariel learns to endure until a stranger gifts her a delicate necklace that hums with something like magic. It promises more than protection: a mirror to the wounds she's buried, a path toward reclaiming her story, and a way to change the lives trapped beside her. As Ariel explores the necklace's power, she becomes both healer and heroine, risking the safety of silence for the danger of hope./0/51361/coverorgin.jpg?v=a78cb0d827dcf6ca7eea6dc9337f2a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE SUNDERING
TWO QUEENS. TWO WORLDS. ONE WAR IMPENDING BETWEEN THEM. In a realm gleaming with perpetual light, there is a portal to the world’s mirror land. Sebastian of Zelal, the Queen Regent’s Assassin, knows the stories. He always believed they were a lie. He's about to find out for certain. The Regent wants full control, even at the expense of her son, who has yet to ascend the throne. Sebastian is given the mission to find the portal and get to its other side. Retrieving the Regent’s sister, he must leave his future bride and wander into lands unknown, not knowing if he will live or die. In doing so, perhaps the Regent will gain the glory she desires. The queen’s sister isn't what she seems to be, and neither are the inhabitants of the mirroring land. Sebastian fears that all he bypassed as night-time tales is true. Who are the Ancients, and what will happen to him, and the two realms should they arrive? He hopes never to find out. Time is ticking. The second gate is waiting to open, with fiendish powers and monstrous things fighting him along the way. War is coming. Goddess forbid the two queens should have their way. Light unto darkness, and darkness unto light… what is mortal man against a force as old as humanity?/0/86403/coverorgin.jpg?v=c836164e6f3fd771a23bd99f5db0165a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mermaid He Sold Away
I was Lot 734. A living, breathing mermaid, displayed in a massive tank, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. In the front row, watching it all, was Dr. Aris Thorne, the man who had promised me forever on a hidden beach, the man I had loved with my whole being. His colleagues had surrounded my secret cove with nets the day after he discovered my tail; he stood by, silently allowing my capture. He called me a "scientific anomaly," a "new species," transforming me from his beloved Lyra into a specimen for his research facility, where I was poked, prodded, and drained. His fiancée, Isabelle, delighted in tormenting me, kicking away my food, tapping on my tank, her laughter echoing his betrayal as he stood by, silent and complicit. I tried to tell him that she had sabotaged my tank, almost suffocating me, but he simply believed her tears over my frantic gasps. When he ripped my precious scales from my bleeding palm, claiming it was to "prevent contamination," I knew the man I loved was truly gone. My pain was just data points on his tablet as he watched Isabelle douse me in burning sterilization agents. He then sedated me, turning me into a docile object for auction, a car ready to be sold. I tried to fight back, unleashing a burst of raw power, shattering Isabelle's glass. He reacted by electrocuting me, then draining my tank, letting me suffocate on the dry concrete. Loathing in his eyes, he hissed, "If you try anything like that again, I will make sure you arrive at your new owner's home in pieces." Then, through my pain, a sharp voice cut through the haze: "Let's see the merchandise." The buyer's representative dismissed my "damaged" scales, demanding one more spectacle: "He wants to see her cry pearls. Make it happen." My last flicker of hope died when Aris, his voice flat, agreed./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./0/41506/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed31429d8d42bdd4b0506d467d5b9df3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tome of Eternity
"The Tome of Eternity" is a captivating tale set in America a thousand years ago. It follows the Johnson family who stumble upon a mystical book that holds the promise of power, greatness, and immortality. Each night, the book whispers its secrets to different family members, with their daughter Emily receiving the loudest and most enticing whispers. As the family delves deeper into the book's enchantments, they discover that immortality comes with a hidden task, slowly unveiled as the story unfolds. Meanwhile, two witches named Lorelai and Justin are on their trail, seeking to obtain the book's power for themselves. The siblings use their magical abilities to track the book, creating a sense of urgency and impending danger./0/82649/coverorgin.jpg?v=6503eaa6a09292b622965ee25535f2c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows, Broken Lives
Our trip to the San Juan Islands was supposed to save my marriage. I loved Chloe completely, even sacrificing a kidney for her years ago. This getaway, she promised, was just for us. But onshore, her icy betrayal began. She smashed my satellite phone, threw my wallet in the water, and watched Marcus pour my vital kidney medication into the sea. "Liam needs this baby," she hissed. "You were always a complication." They left me to die, stranded on that desolate island. I died that night, alone. I awoke a ghost, trapped as an unseen witness. Liam usurped my life, claiming my kidney donation and moving into my home. He poisoned Chloe's mind, convincing her I'd abandoned them. He brutally killed our dog, Buddy. When my remains were found and my ashes offered, Chloe-believing it my cruel trick-tragically trampled them. My love, my sacrifice, my very existence erased, twisted into lies. As a silent, raging specter, I endured her profound delusion, unable to shatter Liam' s lies. This desecration of my memory was a death beyond physical pain. Yet, hope unexpectedly flickered. Months later, our son, Leo, fell gravely ill. At the hospital, Chloe overheard doctors detailing my kidney donation and my missed medical appointments. The chilling truth of Liam' s lies, and my sacrifice, finally shattered her reality. The true horror had just begun./0/82806/coverorgin.jpg?v=a78f15f7f9f0a409853aec38837573e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Soul Reclaimed: My Vengeance Begins Now
My life as Sarah was idyllic, a tapestry woven with threads of deep affection for my husband, Mark. On our anniversary, he brought home an adorable rescue Greyhound, Lucky, a seemingly innocent gesture of enduring love that I cherished. Yet, a simple locket and a familiar silver bracelet plunged me into an unimaginable horror. One moment, I was me; the next, I awoke in Lucky' s lean, furry body. From that terrifying dog' s perspective, I overheard my husband, Mark, confessing his monstrous conspiracy with his sister, Chloe: they engineered a soul swap, placing his dead ex-fiancée, Olivia, into my body, to eventually bear her long-lost son, Ethan. Trapped and voiceless as Lucky, I helplessly endured my own planned "euthanasia" at the vet, then returned home to relentless, malicious torment by Olivia, who reveled in shredding my cherished possessions and defiling our home. Mark, meanwhile, dismissed my every desperate whimper, while Chloe masterfully gaslit my growing terror, blind to the true evil brewing beneath their smiles. The man I adored, my best friend, their insidious plot to use me, not just for Olivia's reincarnation, but as a breeding vessel for a child that wasn't even his, all while coveting my family's immense fortune. The profound, unimaginable betrayal morphed my terror into a chilling, unbreakable resolve. But then, a flash of searing light. I bolted upright in my own bed, in my own body, gasping for breath. The scent of home filled my lungs, and beside me, Mark stood, a leash in hand, with Lucky at his side. I was back. On the very cursed day it all began. This time, I wouldn't just be a victim; I would dismantle their world, piece by agonizing piece./0/42289/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb7f11a14c810ac312fa38ce9dd22986&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Queen Of The Underworld
You've heard the Greek mythology story about Hades and Persephone. Well, here's a different version: Korey 'Persephone' Jones was one of the best florists in town. At 24 she is working for the best flower shop in town stumbles upon a cave to a whole new world. After being employed by Wade Wilson, not everything is as it seems, Korey discovers the terrifying truth that her parents kept her from, Hades. Will she run away, or will she face the truth?/0/81399/coverorgin.jpg?v=a20a0775d5792cfb1bb5c13752cd6edd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn to Ruin Them: The Heiress\'s Deadly Plan
The air in our house was thick with unspoken rules, but for me, it was cold dread. SATs and college applications felt trivial with a second chance at life unfolding before my eyes. My fiancé, Ethan Vanderbilt, and his "spiritual guru" Mia Sanchez, were once again planning their fateful trip to the Amazon. Only I knew this journey wasn't about enlightenment; it was about a deadly parasitic infection, Mia's horrific death, and ultimately, my own murder in a past life. This time, I wouldn't warn them. I had a map, and I knew exactly where their path led. They systematically destroyed my academic future and publicly branded me as jealous and vindictive. I watched as Ethan ripped my meticulously crafted thesis to shreds, while Mia's smirk promised worse to come. But nothing prepared me for their final, audacious play. They cornered me, a sealed vial of murky liquid in Ethan's hand. "Arrange the Chen family jet," he whispered venomously, "or get a taste of the Amazon right here. Authorities might just believe you're a bioterrorist." Mia's cruel giggle echoed his threat. They thought they'd seen fear in my eyes. They saw obedience, but I saw opportunity. How could my parents, my family, not see the monster I was yoked to, the insidious manipulation of Mia? The injustice burned, but it also sharpened my resolve. This was no longer just about survival; it was about turning the tables. As I feigned a shaky breath and agreed to their demands, a silent promise formed: the Amazon wouldn't be their spiritual cleansing. It would be their quarantine zone, their prison, and I was holding the keys. Their triumph was merely the first step into my meticulous trap./0/50112/coverorgin.jpg?v=b27761af65c10bc50cff9c9e3bee31b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Electra
Electra tells an electric tale of a young girl named April. After encountering a strange rainstorm in a terribly realistic dream, April wakes up to new changes around herself. She is suddenly transformed and has electrifying power beyond her, that causes disasters around her when out of control. Although it gets her to places others could never get to, she is yet to see the dark side of this power... It poses as a threat that could wipe out the whole world and her own existence. Would this be the end for her and the world? Or would these electrifying powers become her new beginning? Find out as you journey into this story, you don't wanna miss out! 😍😍😍 *Extract From The Story* April's eyes welled up with serious tears. Her exposed palms collected them and lightening striked in the sky, then more came running down her cheeks. Before she knew it, her tears disappeared, and her eyes glowed with an electric blue light. Her palms started shocking with visible electricity around it, and her hair glowed and glowed with electricity. Her personality changed completely, she looked like an electric goddess. " Electra!!!" She heard them screaming in her head. Her eyes became fierce, and her aura was murderous. She snapped her face towards the car door. When her eyes met the car door, it blew off the car and was sent flying to everyone in front of it. The big metal door hit them and they landed upon the ground while the door stayed heavily upon them. Aaaaaarrrrgghh!!!" She screamed monstrously while electricity emitted from her body, and the force of her voice came like a strong wind... You want to read more right? Then click on the story to continue./0/84216/coverorgin.jpg?v=a038e48bdb82dbadfcc210bd62752392&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Whispers of the Delta: A Ghostly Comeback
It was my wedding night in the heart of the Mississippi Delta, the air thick with the hum of my guitar and the sweet promise of a new life with Jennifer. Everyone called me a prodigy, especially when I poured my essence into the "Soul Chord," a gift that felt like pure magic flowing through my fingers. Then, the juke joint doors burst open, and a biker gang stormed in, dragging me off stage. They held me down, and their leader, with a ball-peen hammer, systematically crushed the bones in my left hand, the one that played my Soul Chord. Through a haze of blinding pain, I saw Jennifer, shielding Caleb, watching without a word, her eyes cold and distant. Later, in the clinic, drugged but awake, I heard their whispers: Jennifer, Sabrina, and Caleb. They had planned it all, drugged me, orchestrated the attack to steal my music for Caleb' s album. My deepest secret, a dormant Soul Chord in my right hand, was brought up. And then, Jennifer quietly, methodically, severed the tendons in my right wrist, destroying my last hope, my last chance to play. They framed me as a violent gang affiliate, spread lies, and announced Jennifer and Caleb' s engagement, built on my ruin. My own adopted mother, Sabrina, then ordered my legs broken, leaving me a helpless, shattered mess. Thrown into a swamp to die, betrayed by everyone I loved, a cold rage ignited in me. They destroyed my body, my spirit, my life, but they made one fatal mistake: they left me breathing. Now, all that pain, all that fury, has become something more. And I' m coming back for every single one of them./0/67634/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c4b4134856f6590af84382a29614653&imageMogr2/format/webp)
