Fantasy Books for Women
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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./0/28795/coverorgin.jpg?v=88214d6b45570198e54c4a8206c1938e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Warrior's Academy
Zenith, is the top assassin in the family of Aspen. She were furious, talented lady, and one of a kind with an innocent angelic face. She was curious to know who killed her parents until her grandfather, Zilver, agreed to let her leave their assassination and gave justice to their family but on one condition... She must enter the school full of warriors with undefined powers that responsible to save humanity and be on of them. What will happen as she enter... Warrior's Academy/0/18413/coverorgin.jpg?v=9deeb99a26556421e14fa3b0e9d32ab3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
City of Ice and Fire
BEWARE OF THE COLD DARKNESS, ONLY AN ARROW CAN PIERCE ITS HEART Arrowheart (Alec) and siblings have just became warriors of HunterClan. Arrowheart and Goldenclaw (Jace) are now Parabatai, and Clary has decided to join HunterClan. Life couldn't be better right? Wrong. Enemies lurk around every turn. With WolfClan missing, it will be up to HunterClan to bring them home once more. Arrowheart, Goldenclaw, Nightrose (Izzy), Clary, Simon and Patchfur (Magnus) will search for answers on how to defeat their enemies. With Frostfang alive, and the Circle returning, there is sure to be plenty. And, they must also find the truth about enemies they know are nearby. Will they succeed, or will they be destroyed? The fate of the Shadow World rests in their paws. Join Arrowheart and his friends on this brand new adventure. There will be new experiences galore. With special missions, searching for truth, epic love stories, and new cats to meet with their own stories, the second installment of the Shadowhunters: Mortal Instruments and Warriors Cats: The Prophecies begin crossover is at it again in City of Ice and Fire. Disclaimer: I do not own Shadowhunters or Warriors Cats. Credit to the creator of the photo too. Hope y'all enjoy!/0/26200/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e0de02af3e3c22cf294da984a24eddb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
INFONIX INSTITUTE
Marianna is one of a rare specie of beings known as alfes, who see the thoughts of humans in form of ribbons around their heads. With this ability, she and her friends enter the Infonix Institute. In there she learns that some books that have the tendency to instill suicidal thoughts in the minds of humans were stolen by an alfe called Moshood to share amongst humans on Earth. Maranna senses her sister is in danger because back on Earth Moshood used to visit her sister and leave her with books before going. Maranna is left with a problem of saving her sister from this danger./0/71299/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7760b193126c15b01909383c73fff86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A ghost of the past
"The past never stays buried... especially when fate demands justice." Fifteen years ago, Isla's life was shattered. Victimized at a young age, she was left with only her sister, Eliana, and a child she never expected-Lucian. She vowed to build a life for her son, leaving the ghosts of her past behind. But some ghosts refuse to fade. Damien White, the cold and untouchable CEO of Whitemoore Properties, has never been interested in love. Yet, a recurring nightmare torments him-one that feels more like a memory than a dream. When fate brings Isla and Damien face to face, neither realizes the cruel twist destiny has prepared. Unaware that the child he meets is his own blood, Damien finds himself drawn to Isla, oblivious to the truth lurking beneath their connection. Everything changed, when Isla finally found out that the man she had fallen in love with was the same man that victimized her 15years ago. She was torn between seeking revenge and forgiving him. Fate had it's way and they're finally back together. Lucian finally get to experience a father figure in his life./1/126780/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1b185830ba7b9d8b22000398bc4d37c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lord Is a Girl: Share All Pain With the Heir
To fulfill her brother's dying wish, Christal bound her chest and lived as "Master Christian," navigating the treacherous Montgomery estate to secure her marginalized mother's survival. But a single night shattered her fragile charade:Auguste, the heir of the estate, was drugged. In order to save him, she intertwined with him in the dim cave. Yet a bizarre curse had formed between them-the cold, ruthless Auguste began to physically mirror her every bruise and sensation. As he relentlessly tore the estate apart hunting for the "mysterious woman," Christal was forced into his inner circle, playing the role of her brother. The suffocating fear of exposure was compounded when the estate's noblewomen cornered her mother, viciously mocking a buried scandal. They called Christal's late father a lowly bookkeeper and Christal herself a bastard. Christal was completely blindsided. Why was her mother so paralyzed by the mention of the elite Carlisle family? What dark secrets lay behind her own birth? And how could she survive the predatory gaze of Auguste, who was already growing suspiciously obsessed with his cousin's delicate frame? Watching her mother weep in absolute despair, the fear in Christal's heart burned away into cold, hard ambition. She wouldn't just survive the upcoming Royal Trials; she was going to seize ultimate power, uncover the bloody truth of her past, and cut down every noble who dared to trample them./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./1/115425/coverorgin.jpg?v=61050e76e15e689c8546f34b459712bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Surviving My Deadly Contract Beast Husbands
I died in the apocalypse, only to wake up as Kenzie Banks, a bankrupt high-society monster in an interstellar beast-world. But before I could even process my new reality, a cold AI voice informed me of my impending death. "Your contract beast-husbands possess the legal right to execute you at the end of the two-month trial period." I rushed to the basement and saw the horrific truth. The original Kenzie had starved them, whipped them with thermal blades, sent their brothers to die as cannon fodder, and framed the youngest to rot in a maximum-security prison. Now, these lethal, broken men were methodically planning to rip my organs out the second the contract dissolved. To make matters worse, she had squandered her fortune on a man who despised her, leaving me two million credits in debt and facing imminent exile to the deadly wastelands. I had survived rotting zombies on Earth, only to be trapped in a weak, universally hated body, doomed to be butchered by the very people I was supposed to call family. Why did I have to pay the ultimate price for a psychotic woman's deadly sins? I refused to just sit around and wait for my execution. Tapping into my apocalyptic subspace inventory, I hauled out military-grade rations, healed their bleeding wounds, and slammed a legally binding divorce contract on the table. If I wanted to survive this sixty-day countdown, I had to turn my executioners into my loyal allies-starting with breaking the husband she framed out of prison./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./0/71301/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a764d639cb727e530d7049c6fc37c73&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashes Of Betrayal
Evelyn Ashford seemed to have it all: a loving family, a promising future and a love that lasted forever. But in one night, it was all torn apart. Framed for treason by the man she loved and the stepmother she trusted, Evie is plunged into darkness, her name unsullied and her soul in tatters. Left to rot in a berserk branch of a Neapolitan prison cell, she curses the world that turned its back on her, swearing vengeance as her life drains from her. But death is not the end. Revived in a forbidden ceremony, Evie wakes with dark powers beyond her control and a heart hardened by betrayal. Along the way, the mysterious sorceress Liora guides her as she embarks on a dangerous path to reclaim her life and kill those who had wronged her. But the more Evie learns, the more she realizes that the line separating justice from vengeance is razor thin and the price of the power she has gained may be her very soul. Friends become foes and foes become friends as Evie navigates the assassin underbelly of a magical world she was never meant to be a part of. But as she gets closer to her revenge, she also risks losing herself in the darkness. In a world where love and betrayal are two sides of a single coin, what will Evie be a savior or a monster? Ashes of Betrayal is a dark fantasy story about love, loss, and a burning desire for revenge. If you enjoyed The Shadows Between Us, The Cruel Prince, Red Queen, then you can't miss this latest from Carla de Guzman, which will leave you breathless to the last page./0/23607/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e5c4ac3b66e89f522eecb9b079eb564&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Personal Mistress
How does one's life perspective change with the death of a parent, especially when a person is from the royal family? Princess of kingdom Caspain, Hazel never suffered any hardships of any kind. She never had her wish rejected by her parents. Yet, kind. But, as soon she was almost an adult, her father forced her to marry for a chance at power, or perhaps he was afraid of someone? But both the King and Queen lost their life to the enemies. Hazel saw sudden behavior change in her surroundings people, which soon turned her life into hell without letting the rest of the world know from marrying the man who was famous for the rumored as heartless and finding the real culprit behind the death of the King and the Queen and motive./0/43074/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cbdcc06db479be08038e42da2014ead&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sanguine Seduction: An Alluring Dance of Mortals and Vampires
The Enigmatic Stranger The evening mist enveloped the ancient town of Ravenbrook, casting an ethereal glow upon the cobblestone streets. Its inhabitants, unaware of the impending darkness that loomed over them, carried on with their mundane lives. Little did they know that their peaceful existence was about to be shattered by the arrival of an enigmatic stranger./1/126782/coverorgin.jpg?v=868a25bd170c3ff2d685592a89ab787e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vengeful Bride And Her Dragon King
As a "Dragonless" noblewoman, I was nothing but a pawn for my family, engaged off to Ethan Sawyer for profit. But my world shattered when I caught him sleeping with my cousin, Cassia, in what was supposed to be our marital bed. They mocked my lack of magic and plotted to steal my dowry, planning to keep me as a helpless decoration while she ruled the manor. I refused to be their victim. At his family's grand charity auction, I threw the ring back and publicly annulled our engagement. His mother, Lady Eleanor, instantly humiliated me in front of the entire high society. "A Dragonless abandoned by her own family. What right do you have to say anything here?" "Without our protection, you'll become a laughingstock for everyone!" When I projected the magical recording of Ethan and Cassia's affair onto the ceiling, exposing their filthy secrets, Ethan went mad. He lunged at me with bloodshot eyes, ready to kill me right then and there. I stood my ground, bracing for the impact, wondering how I would survive this den of vipers alone. But suddenly, a terrifying draconic pressure brought the entire hall to its knees. The famously ruthless Dragon King, Alaric Kensington, stepped in front of me, his icy blue eyes sweeping the room with killing intent. "Who gave you the nerve to touch my person?" Under the shocked gazes of the people who had just mocked me, the Dragon King gently took my hand and announced to the silent hall. "From this day forward, Aurora Nunez will be my consort."/0/48590/coverorgin.jpg?v=826938fa2d6147a359ff89b8580da6c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Magical Bra
When you're ugly, it's hard to find a job. They say they need someone with a pleasing personality. Excuse me? Does my personality look displeasing? Do I look like a kidnapper or a drug dealer? Am I an abortionist? I'm not in a pageant, so don't judge me! If your body doesn't have curves and your chest is flat, you won't make it in the modeling industry. Excuse me! I'm not modeling vital statistics and cleavage, am I? Even in a fast-food chain, they won't accept you if you're ugly. They say customers will lose their appetite looking at your face. I'd even be a mascot, but these idiots are so picky. They say I look more like a mascot than the costume I'd be wearing. You fools! I hope your establishments burn down! If I get rich, I'll shut you down! If you're not born with beauty, you have no chance of meeting, knowing, being friends, textmates, flirting, and becoming the boyfriend of the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines and my schoolmate at the same time. When I approach him, his bodyguard will block me and say, 'Miss, begging is not allowed.' So, I'm not pretty, not rich, and, uh, not well-endowed, but I never beg, okay! Over my dead, no curves and no boobs body. What am I saying? My only concern now is how to find a job as my savings are running out, and I need to pay half of my tuition fees. But no matter where I apply, no one accepts me. They say I'm ugly. I'm not ugly! My face is just not in style. It's like an abstract painting—chaotic but with hidden beauty. I just don't know where it's hidden. But because I'm a very kind person, I met a old woman who became the reason for a change in my life. "I have something for you, dear." "What is it, grandma?" I cringed when I saw her lift her blouse and take off her bra. I envy her. Even at her age, she still flaunts it. "Here." "What will I do with that, grandma? I have plenty of bras at home." "Just wear it!" "No, It's gross. It might have germs or Ebola! And that bra is huge. Are you joking, grandma? You see I've been deprived." "This bra is magical!" "Oh, really?" And it was true! Grandma's bra was indeed magical. It became the reason for me to get a good job and earn a lot of money. As a bonus, I got to meet, be close to, and flirt with the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines! This story is about me, about her, and grandma's magical bra. Grandma's bra isn't gross, okay? It's just truly magical!/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./1/131974/coverorgin.jpg?v=22479f98c92487b5e042d14663fecf6e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
