Fantasy Books for Women
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Beyond the Script: My Own Path
The dull throb behind my eyes was just the beginning. I blinked, and golden text shimmered in the air: "Divorce Day! The classic starting point for the wife-chasing crematorium!" I was Ethan Miller, a tech entrepreneur who' d just coded for 36 hours straight. But the man in the mirror was Liam Stone, a cold CEO infamous for mistreating his wife, Olivia. A divorce agreement lay before me. The words weren't just floating text; a flood of Liam's memories poured into my mind. This man, driven by obsession for a manipulative ex, Sarah Jenkins, was destined for a miserable end. The toxic story was supposed to lead to Olivia's humiliation and suffering. Hovering comments confirmed it: "He' s definitely thinking about his precious Sarah right now." They expected me to act like the jerk Liam was, to prolong Olivia' s pain, and then spend 200 chapters groveling. They wanted the "crematorium." But I wasn't Liam. I wouldn't live his pathetic life. With a decisive flick of my wrist, I signed the divorce papers. "It's done. You're free." The floating comments flickered, then vanished. The plot was broken. My phone buzzed with a call from Sarah Jenkins. The "white moonlight." I didn't answer. I blocked her number. Then I fired the head of marketing for embezzling company funds to pay for Sarah's lavish lifestyle. My father, Richard Stone, confronted me, demanding I beg Olivia for forgiveness and threatening disinheritance. His words were harsh: "You will not see another penny from this family or this company." "Okay," I said. "You can have the company. You can have the family inheritance. I don't want it." I walked away from everything, the chorus of confused comments a soundtrack to my liberation. Later, at a charity gala, I watched them circle: Sarah, Mark Davies (her accomplice), and Olivia. The original story slated this night for Olivia's ultimate downfall. They had conspired to plant false rumors and even faked an accident that led to Olivia' s miscarriage. But I had other plans. With a tap on my phone, security footage of Sarah and Mark' s damning conversation, detailing their schemes including the "accident" that caused Olivia' s miscarriage, filled the screens. "You were so quick to believe the worst of me. You never once questioned your 'best friend'. You never once used your own judgment. You let them play you like a fiddle." I left the chaos behind. My father called, begging for forgiveness now that the truth was out. Olivia, too, whispered apologies. But my answer was cold: "The man you married, the Liam Stone who was obsessed with Sarah and cruel to you, that man is dead. He was killed by you, by Sarah, by Mark, by my father. You all had a hand in it. So don't talk to me about the past." A few days later, Olivia showed up at my new penthouse. She wanted to understand. "My tragedy was being born as Liam Stone in the first place." I told her. "I have no love for you, Olivia...You are a stranger to me. And I'd like you to leave my home now." I wanted peace. I wanted to build. And I would./0/27827/coverorgin.jpg?v=6675bc04448e08ea2c4196b9ee1cb414&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Deathly Vengeance
They met, he courted her, he treated her right, like she was some sort of precious gem. They got married. They were happy But.. They weren't happy for the same reason. He was happy because He could finally get his ultimate... REVENGE !!! What revenge did he want? What happened for him to want revenge?/0/48164/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Witch Hunter
Full moon ... and pure breeze. Only the sound of the owl can be heard in the atmosphere, and the chirping of the leaves coming from the trees here in the forest that is steady in the wind. But suddenly the hours of silence were broken by the successive footsteps of the horses carrying the soldiers who seemed to be chasing someone. In front of them was a young witch who was gasping for breath on the run. That's me. My name is Charm, a full-blooded witch- which mortals call those like me born with power. But the correct name for such names is deities. I was suddenly alarmed when I heard the chirping of a soldier who used his bow so I prepared myself. Even before I was hit, I surrounded myself with a magic barrier. I admit that he is not a very strong kind of barrier because he is not that skilled in magic, but it is enough to fend off all the arrows they will shoot for me. But even so, they kept chasing me. it's irritating the shit out of me! The barrier I created is still consuming energy, so maybe at any time it will disappear forever. I wanted to fight them, but my grandmother - who had nurtured and cared for me since childhood - strictly forbade me to hurt those who had no power. Case ... I feel like the barrier I created is slowly disappearing. So even before that happens, I have to decide whether I will fight these soldiers, or not. "Don't stop until you catch it!" I heard shouts of what I think was their leader. I know there is a big layer on witches like me, so I understand how they want to catch me. A few more minutes passed ... I suddenly thought I had stopped running, and I faced them with courage. If I remember correctly, I was near the temple of Deity Morrel - one of the formerly worshiped Goddesses of Wisdom. Grandma told me when she ran away from the soldiers who were looking for me, she said I would go to that temple so that I could temporarily hide from mortals. It is believed that there is a guardian animal living in that temple so I will be safe there. "What, have you decided to just give up, witch?!" the leader exclaimed. I just smiled. "Surrender? That will never happen." I said calmly. I raised the blue silver wand I was holding and mentioned a level 1 fire spell I knew. "Flame shower!" Exactly when I mentioned such a spell, it seemed that blazing flames fell from above and surrounded the saken - which separated the saken and these soldiers. I can see that they are backing away from what I did, and the horses they are carrying are making noise which is the reason why they are busy staying with their horses for a while .. It's time for me to escape! I raised the wand I was holding and then I was enveloped in intense light. Deity Morrel's temple is also close from here so I'll just teleport there. Earlier I would have made a case when I was teleporting too far away, it would be easier for me to run out of energy that I could even die, so earlier I was saving a lot of it. I started to build my escape. The light that enveloped saken intensified even more and I could feel the force pulling saken upwards ... a signal that my teleportation was about to be completed. But ... Even before I finally disappeared in front of them, I felt a sharp object pierce my side. Then I only saw what it was when I faded in front of them and I reached my destination in the blink of an eye. As soon as I reached the temple grounds I immediately collapsed while holding on to my side hit by an arrow I knew was mixed with poison. With the rapid effect of the poison, my whole muscles trembled and my vision darkened. A few more seconds passed while I was still trying to fight the nausea I was feeling ... Darkness has covered my entire environment ..../0/84145/coverorgin.jpg?v=9fa67bd7e82fdb3b4a204834f28c80b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Second Chances
The day I was finally supposed to marry Maria, the woman I' d loved for sixty years across two lifetimes, she died. Or so they told me. I stood at the altar, waiting, while the Texas sun beat down on the small chapel. Then her mother stumbled through the doors, face a mess of tears. "Matthew," she wailed, "There's been an accident. A terrible accident." "She's gone," her father choked out. My world tilted. How could she be gone? We'd loved until we were old and gray in our past life, then woke up young again, a gift. Now, it felt like a curse. A week after the funeral, my best friend Andrew told me someone saw Maria's twin celebrating. "She didn't look like Sylvia," he murmured. "She looked exactly like Maria." My hands stopped. Cold dread crept up my spine. I drove to the Chavez house, heart pounding. It was a party. An engagement party. And there, draped over my rival Wesley Fowler, was her. Maria. My Maria. The woman I had buried. She was laughing, looking radiant, vibrant, and very much alive. "Maria?" I choked out. She saw me, a flicker of shock in her eyes, then it vanished. "Do I know you?" she asked, her voice smooth, unfamiliar. "I'm Sylvia." The lie was so blatant, so shameless, it knocked the wind out of me. The crowd whispered, pity turning to suspicion. "You're lying," I whispered, reaching for her. "You're Maria." She flinched. "You're scaring me!" she cried, hiding behind Wesley. "Make him leave!" The whole town stared. I was the deranged, grieving fiancé. Wesley smirked. This was a setup. I had walked right into it. That night, Wesley came to my house. He told me Maria remembered our last life, too. Remembered the poverty. She chose him for his money. "And there's something else you should know," he added, his smile turning cruel. "The baby. Your first kid, in the last life. He wasn't yours, Matt. He was mine." My world shattered. Sixty years of love, history, our son – all a lie. The foundation of my entire existence collapsed. How could she do this? How could she choose this life, this man, and lie about everything, including our child? It was an unbearable betrayal. I was nothing. But in my despair, I found my grandfather' s Medal of Honor. With it, a letter: "If you ever find yourself lost, son, find General Duncan. He'll know what to do." I looked at the world that had betrayed me. I wasn' t going to rot here. I drove north, seeking a new beginning, a new path fueled by honor, not revenge. My old life was dead. It was time to build a new one./0/18598/coverorgin.jpg?v=b7e12513216b51591aabe74b68328647&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Game
Small children especially girls are getting kidnapped at the night time who don't have a family or abandoned on the street. It used to be one or two members per three to four months but recently from the past six months that number is getting doubled in the city. So naturally this situation got attracted by the police who started the investigation on this matter to know the reason of how kids were missing without anyone's knowledge. ----- Advika Laghari is the CEO of the Laghari Group which she inherited from her mother who passed away in her childhood. She is known as the strict CEO of her company because she doesn't even blink an eye while firing the employees who make excuses or mistakes about work. She needs everything to be perfect and on time at any cost that many of her employees fear to face her wrath. She is cold hearted, egoistic, self centered, stubborn, fiercy and selfish boss no one has seen until now. Hredhaan Grover is the CEO of the Grover Industries. Even being the smaller brother of the house, he became the CEO of the company because his elder brother was not interested in the company, but rumors are that he is a lot better than his elder brother in handling the company. He is also a secret undercover investigator but not many of them know it. He is happily married to Ananya and has a loving daughter who he likes to spoil a lot. He is known as jovial, friendly, soft natured, but at the same time strict, perfectionist, and ready to jump for help kind of natured. So, how do their paths collide with each other where there is a lot of difference between their attitude and thinking that they can't even stand each other for a second. Will they become the enemies in an instant or become friends? And what does all those kidnappings mean and who is doing it or who is behind it? Get into the book and read further to know the answers to all these questions./0/20006/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210813193141&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arkaylia : Mage Of Destruction
There once was an empire, a home of one of the creatures that started mystery and Legend, witches. There once WAS, until men turned legend to reality. Until their existence was no longer concealed by twilight but rather exposed by the coaxed effulgence of men. Destructions of man made history the year witches were discovered. Upon a peaceful mass of hidden creatures, their end came upon them within a twinkle of an eye. The year, sixteen ninety three, the year the Salem Witch Trial took place. Must have seemed as the end, but what end is given without a beginning? They say just 'one' made it out. A single persona of the witchcraft race. Upon her, the rage of her lost ones is bestowed. Into the void of creation, she vanished, not to hide, but to get ready for war. Under her royalty, five Elders exist, elders who are to gather all possible information as they can have, information on the weakness of men and how they can be ended. The witch exists under the shadows of her elders, her face never to be seen, until the countdown elapses, until the day of wrath befalls. Her significance has been executed as in perpetuum and crowned as victor ludorum, one which men fear. She is a legend, preparing to devour, but what if there is another. One whose past life has been entombed by the tales of history arises, p'rhaps his existence holds no past, at least at the given time. A human having the tales of Witches embedded in him, but all forgotten and washed away for they were embedded as his past. His visions are perhaps mankind's only hope. The thing is, his visions are not just visions...They are past, present and future merged together. Will he be man's given savior? What tales does his vision hold to rapture? What exactly is the beginning to the tale of nightmare which rained upon the land of Witches?/0/18129/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210813190729&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Angelic Affairs
Gabriel is no ordinary guy; far from it. Having a demon for a father, and a now fallen angel for a mother is bound to have its issues. Gabriel has the overwhelming urge to do bad things, so using his inexplicable powers, he sets abandoned buildings alight. It's all a fun and games, a perfect way to burn stress, until one night he burns Mary's shed - with her inside. Oh, and of course a love triangle. ---- Amazing cover creds to: @SassySatanX/1/104013/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1ca82ea8b2fac50dd5f39bb7152ccc0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha Queen: Reign of Ice
In a world where wolf clans rule kingdoms of fire, shadow, and storm, one girl is forgotten... until she rises. Betrayed by her own pack and cast out into the frozen wastelands, she survives only by forging a bond with a legendary white direwolf-an ancient spirit of vengeance. Once scorned, underestimated, and left for dead, she claws her way back from Omega to Alpha, mastering frost and fury, outsmarting rival Alphas, and commanding armies with ruthless precision. But destiny isn't done testing her. The Moon Goddess binds her to three fated mates-a brooding Fire Prince, a cunning Shadow Alpha, and a loyal Iceborn warrior-each demanding her heart, each threatening her autonomy. Will she surrender to prophecy... or claim them all? Her choice will reshape kingdoms, ignite battles, and redefine what it truly means to be a Queen. This is the story of the Alpha Queen. This is the Reign of Ice./0/86805/coverorgin.jpg?v=064029389dd3406bbc9feadf3c0cc441&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Husband Who Erased Her
Amelia Miller had built her life with Ethan Hayes over a decade, a foundation as solid as the buildings she designed. Until a phone call shattered it all. He demanded she withdraw her bid for the monumental riverside project, her career's culmination, for Chloe Davies, a socialite he claimed was guiding him to "unlock his full potential." What followed was a nightmare. Ethan publicly declared their love a "test" holding him back, while Chloe flaunted their "power couple" status. He sabotaged Amelia's career with false plagiarism accusations, leading to her suspension. Then, he physically assaulted and imprisoned her in their home, allowing Chloe to mock and torment her. When Amelia, recovering from the assault, returned home, she found the apartment infused with a sickeningly sweet smell. Ethan, with Chloe's smug approval, revealed he had cooked and fed their beloved golden retriever, Sunshine, to Amelia, claiming it was a "cleansing ritual" to sever old attachments. This monstrous act ignited a furious outburst from Amelia, leading to her severe injury. The horror escalated in the hospital when Ethan, completely deluded, ordered doctors to take a skin graft from Amelia's thigh to repair a superficial wound Chloe had self-inflicted. He saw her as "selfish" and "pathetic" for resisting his "mission." Why was he destroying her, piece by piece, under the guise of some twisted self-improvement? Broken and desperate, Amelia, infected and frail, chose to end her agony, plummeting from the Zenith Tower-the very project he had stolen from her. But fate, in a cruel twist, gave her a second chance. She miraculously awoke in a parallel reality, whole but without memory, destined to cross paths with a repentant Ethan, desperate to atone for sins she couldn't recall./0/28767/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230118101336&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ENCOUNTER
What will you do when you find out a demon is after your life? April Greene after being rejected by the 54th company she applied for was devastated and shattered. In the midst of her pain, she had an encounter with the demon after her life. An unexpected encounter, an encounter that unveiled the mysteries between his world and hers, a sudden encounter that would enthrall you. Would this encounter change April's life for good or would it make her life even more miserable? Let's find out!!/0/84146/coverorgin.jpg?v=32500269ae3b67b00f922ffe65592c17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Immortal's Betrayal: A Forest Spirit's Fury
For two years, falling for Andrew Morris was my escape-an immortal like me, I just wanted a simple, mortal love, a normal life. But two days after he promised me a home in the Appalachians, his warm voice turned to ice: "She's the one. Take her." Suddenly, I was on my knees, wrists bound, watching Andrew hold another woman, Jennifer, as the entire town looked on. They had lured me here to be a human sacrifice for their "Forest Spirit," a desperate plea to save their crops. Imprisoned and drugged with a truth root, I watched Andrew try to steal my fortune, only for Jennifer to swoop in, expose their mutual deceit, and brutally slash my face. Pain and betrayal consumed me, an agony amplified by the bizarre echo of my ancient past, and a desperate, drug-addled whisper escaped my lips: "Caleb will know." Hours later, beaten and abandoned on a moss-covered altar, I was ready for death, until the true "Forest Spirit" appeared-not a monster, but the powerful, terrifying being I had spent centuries running from, the very one who had "cursed" me with endless life: Caleb./0/59429/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e43417899d0021a2772dc37a897b909&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Love Web
The Love Web entangles Winnie, a confident and captivating young woman in her mid-20s, in a thrilling love triangle with two friends. Winnie, a beautiful and self-assured heiress used to getting what she wants, finds herself caught between her childhood friend James and college buddy Raymond, both of whom confess their love for her. Enjoying their attention, she struggles with her own feelings, sending mixed signals as James and Raymond vie for her heart, escalating their rivalry. Winnie’s games hurt both men, testing their patience and loyalty. Forced to face her emotions, she finds it difficult to choose, even as she starts developing real feelings for one. As their love triangle becomes public, friendships are strained, and her dominant nature makes commitment challenging. Ultimately, her decision leads to heartbreak, a new relationship, or an unexpected twist. Check out this captivating novel for more!/0/24075/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230426153831&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Visions Of The Past
When Anabelle turned eighteen, she started having dreams, they haunted her every night. Plagued by recurring dreams about the forest with the strange vampire, then the dreams turned to her seeing this poor girl being tormented by her people, and eventually set ablaze, murdered for defending the vampires. As the poor girl died, Anabelle felt a sense of loss. When a stranger came into town the visions stopped her stress level went down for a while. He felt familiar to her, but he stayed his distance at first, but then he made his presence known. He professed his undying love for Anabelle, she was confused she was not this girl from the dreams./0/72258/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250417120006&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Passion Twist : Tales of Lost Sisters
Passion Twist: Tales of Lost Sisters" is a heart-wrenching epic that chronicles the lives of four sisters torn apart by war and circumstance. In the ravaged kingdom of Marinia, the once-peaceful land is destroyed, and the royal family is brutally murdered. The four sisters-Selena, Isolde, Adrielle, and Seraphina-are separated and forced into lives of servitude, slavery, and deception. As they navigate their new realities, each sister faces unimaginable hardships. Selena is trapped in a life of sexual exploitation, Isolde toils as a child laborer, and Adrielle escapes her abusive mistress only to find herself on the brink of death. Seraphina, the youngest, is trained by a cunning lord to seduce the prince of Drakmara, but she finds herself entangled in a complex web of passion and loyalty. The prince, initially confident and imposing, harbors a deep-seated conflict. He's torn between his ambition to rule Drakmara and the manipulation of his uncle, who has conditioned him to doubt his own instincts. As the sisters' paths converge, they must confront their tormentors, their own demons, and the secrets that threaten to tear them apart. With the fate of Marinia hanging in the balance, the sisters must decide where their loyalty lies: with their kingdom, their family, or their own hearts. Will they find a way to reunite, overcome their past, and forge a new future? Or will the passions that drive them tear them apart forever?/0/40345/coverorgin.jpg?v=826938fa2d6147a359ff89b8580da6c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Esper of the Moon
Yue Guang is a girl with a mysterious background and heaven-defying talent. Despite being looked down by everyone on the island, Gu Ai Li, a normal looking boy that is mischievous and sometimes, cold and ruthless has fallen in love with his childhood friend. Watch the power couple grew, fight side by side and enjoy a set of fantasy and actions on their life./0/83991/coverorgin.jpg?v=3b8388870b3200b01dc2d0c82017af98&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashes of Betrayal: A Daughter's Fiery Return
The smell of smoke and burning flesh still felt real on my skin. I woke up gasping, my hands flying to my throat, expecting to feel the char and ruin from the fire I died in. But I was back in my own bed, weeks before the Lone Star Smoke-Off, the competition that ended my life. My father, Andrew Johns, the patriarch of the famous Johns barbecue dynasty, stood by my side, feigning pride while secretly grooming my half-sister, Gabrielle, to steal my legacy. They' d sabotaged me before, but this time, it was more than just a competition. I discovered my mother' s hidden diary, revealing the horrifying truth: my father poisoned her to seize the family empire and erase her, and me. Returning to the competition, they stripped me of everything-my smoker, my reputation, even my mother' s last memento, the "Whiskey River" grill. I was left with nothing but the burning humiliation and the phantom pains of a betrayal that led to my death. How could the man who raised me be a murderer? And how could I, disarmed and discredited, fight back against a conspiracy that spans generations and seems to defy logic? This time, I was playing for keeps. I vowed that vengeance would be served, slow and hot, even if I had to become the fire itself./0/85399/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb7aa3f6f6797bd0290924e8fa84d0ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Healing, Her Vengeful Lie
The numb cold started in my fingertips, creeping inward. I watched Chloe, my wife, her face a mask of impatient fury in the dim tent light. Outside, a blizzard howled, the soundtrack to my dying. My miraculous blood, the blood that could heal, drained from my arm, a crimson offering for a dead man. "More," Chloe demanded, her voice sharp. "It' s not enough. You have to bring him back." Her childhood sweetheart, Jake Miller, lay frozen nearby, a corpse. "Chloe, it doesn' t work like this," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I can heal injuries. I can' t raise the dead." "Liar!" she shrieked, her grief a twisted venom. "You can heal anything! You won' t save him because you' re jealous! It' s your fault he went up that mountain! If you hadn' t forced me to marry you, he' d still be alive!" The accusation was a sick joke. I had healed her to repay a debt, a lie used to trap me. I wasn' t a god, just a medical prodigy. As my lifeblood pooled, the world faded to black, her hateful face my last sight. Then, bright, sterile light. I gasped, eyes flying open in a pristine hospital room. My hands were whole, warm. Mrs. Davis, Chloe' s mother, stood by the window, worried but hopeful. This was the day it all began, the day they begged me to heal their daughter. I remembered my profound sense of duty, repaying a girl I believed saved me. That single selfless act led to a year of loveless marriage, resentment, and my own murder. "Dr. Hayes," Mrs. Davis said, trembling. "We' ve heard about your… gift. They say you can perform miracles." She stepped forward, hands clasped. "My daughter, Chloe… she' ll never walk again. But we believe… you can save her. Please, we' ll give you anything." But my gaze was cold. I saw the contempt, the venom of my past in her desperate eyes. I had been a fool. A naive, sacrificial lamb. Not again./0/34401/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a6e554bcaa7a45079ce24a6f2a592d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Beyond the Grave: My Ex-Husband's Ruin
Three years after my death, my music mogul husband, Andrew Scott, sued my estate. His claim? That the bone marrow I donated to his starlet lover, Molly Clarkson, was failing her, causing her leukemia to relapse. I' m a ghost, tied to him, forced to watch him rage. He held a press conference, signing over my life' s work-my entire unreleased song catalog-to Molly, calling it a "gift." When that stunt didn' t work, he stormed to my family' s modest home, accusing me of faking my death, convinced I was just hiding. He dismissed my younger sister, Stella' s, pleas that I was dead, then brutally attacked my beloved three-legged terrier, Banjo, as a twisted warning. He boasted about financially bailing out my family, twisting the knife. But Andrew didn' t know the whole truth. I died from complications after the bone marrow procedure, critically weakened. I had a rare genetic condition, Fanconi anemia, which made the donation incredibly high-risk. The doctors Molly paid never told him, and they gave me a dangerously low dose of anesthesia, leaving me paralyzed but conscious, feeling every agonizing drill into my bones. I died less than two weeks later, while he celebrated Molly' s "remission" in Aspen. He believed the falsified hospital records saying I was discharged in stable condition, refusing to accept I was gone. Now, my spirit screamed as Andrew vowed to find me, threatening my family with unspeakable violence unless I reappeared. My grave was empty. My brother, Matthew, will bring me home./0/23607/coverorgin.jpg?v=20211105155516&imageMogr2/format/webp)
