Fantasy Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Stolen Identity, True Revenge
Cold water hit my face, shocking me awake in the dingy back room of Oakhaven Eats. My son Leo stood over me, a dripping glass in his hand, his child's voice sharp with accusation. But I jolted awake with a searing memory: the Philadelphia alley in 2014, the freezing rain, Amelia’s triumphant smile as I drew my last breath. Then, darkness—my death, nine years in the future. My mother-in-law, Carol Bishop, stormed in, her face a familiar mask of disapproval, instantly demanding my meager tips and shaming me for being a ‘bum’ compared to her ‘hero firefighter’ son Mark. The stench of stale grease and faded floral wallpaper confirmed this wasn't just a dream; it was indeed October 2005, a year after Mark's supposed heroic death. Every memory flooded back: raising Leo alone, enduring Carol's daily abuse and theft, and ultimately discovering Mark was alive, thriving in Philadelphia with Amelia, my adoptive sister. Amelia, the quiet girl I protected, who had systematically stolen my identity, my future, and even my heroic father’s legacy. How could I be back? How could this elaborate deception, this cruel future I’d already survived and witnessed, now be my past? The echo of Amelia’s taunts—"I took your SAT scores, your UPenn acceptance, even your father’s story"—still stung with the force of betrayal. My own son, Leo, had disowned me in that alley, poisoned by their lies, abandoning me to my final moments. But in this inexplicable rebirth, the numbing despair I remembered was replaced by a burning fury, a cold, hard resolve. I was back, I was alive, and this time, the truth I knew would not be buried—it would be meticulously unearthed, weaponized. This time, they would pay for everything./1/108614/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260707170158&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./0/86400/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211809&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Lies, His Unbreakable Spirit
It was our ten-year anniversary, a celebration of the life Chloe and I had built, a life where her gallery thrived on the back of my secret, unique artistic ability. But then, I saw the name "Mark" flash across her phone, a ghost from her past that she claimed was long gone, and a cold dread settled in my stomach. Minutes later, Mark-pale, sickly, and utterly unwelcome-was being paraded into our party by Chloe, who then, to my horror, demanded I use my life-draining power to create a spectacular light show for his band's performance. I watched, hidden backstage, as my essence poured out, illuminating the man she adored, while she waved away my pleas to stop, her eyes fixed on him, a tenderness for him that she hadn't shown me in years. Left crumpled on the floor, my power spent, Chloe abandoned me for him, and I knew with a chilling certainty that the decade we' d shared was a lie, and there was nothing left but to walk away. But even fleeing her apartment, stripped of everything, wasn't enough to escape her cruel control. Mark, her "soulmate," staged elaborate deceptions, framing me for poisoning him, turning Chloe' s coldness into outright malice, and leading her to expose my deepest secret and imprison me for torturous "studies." Beaten, stripped, and emotionally ravaged, my only hope lay in a small, symbolic hearthstone from my true home back north, a stone Chloe had once dismissed as junk. When I crept back to reclaim it, only to be trapped and mercilessly tormented with ice-cold and scalding water, then forced to watch as she deliberately burned my painting and cast the stone, my last link to sanity, out the window, I understood: she owned me, and she was determined to break me completely. On her wedding day, Chloe still insisted I illuminate her triumph, only to find my hidden cell empty, and as she spiraled into a furious hunt for me, the truth about Mark' s cruel manipulations finally unraveled before her. Two years later, I found my new life, a new love, and a quiet strength she could never touch, and when she finally tracked me down, hoping for forgiveness, my calm, indifferent gaze was her final, crushing punishment: I was free, and she was utterly, unforgivably alone./0/47291/coverorgin.jpg?v=20231204102510&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./0/36341/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=20260106193403&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=20251031141240&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=20220426173032&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=20260106213902&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=20260106195759&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=20251205151434&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=20250114191459&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=20260106211454&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=20260106200317&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=20230620095145&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=20260106200833&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=20260106201348&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=20231017135252&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=20260106195513&imageMogr2/format/webp)
