Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Sweetest Obsession
The complex love between desire and pain intertwined a captivating tale of obsession and redemption. The story unravels around the fascinating love between Samantha and Liam. They have been a perfect and ideal couple since they got married after all the heartbreaks they encountered just to fight for their love for those people who are the cause of their separation. They fix their painful history of love. After they confront the person who concealed their separation rendering between love and hate./0/47042/coverorgin.jpg?v=36c06cc7e6a33e7bd7261d1d0720d8b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Luna who said No (Luna awakening her true power)
Due to unfounded charges, Sarah's parents pass away, and Sarah joins the pack as an enslaved person. All she wanted was to grow up and leave the pack. She thus decided to reject her Alpha mate after learning that he was the son of the pack's Alpha. Everyone had adored Nathan since birth thanks to his good looks, friendliness, and zeal as the pack's future alpha. He was saddened to learn that his partner was a pack enslaved person, but he couldn't help but pay attention to Sarah. He was utterly insane up until Sarah rejected him. Sarah, who turned down her partner, learned the truth about her birth; she was a witch's daughter with exceptional mind-reading skills, and she went on to become a well-known negotiator. The Moon Goddess offered Sarah another chance two years later, but Sarah discovered that her companion was still Nathan. What else is going to occur between them? Will Sarah decide to accept Nathan after his significant personality shift or reject him once more?/0/86777/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212439&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Best Friend Zone: A Brutal Awakening
"Ava, I only see you as a friend." Ethan's quiet words in the noisy bar landed like a ton of bricks, shattering my decade-long crush into a million pieces. I had just poured out years of hidden feelings, only to be met with those five simple words. It was a clear, brutal end to a love story I had directed, starred in, and watched all by myself. He finally looked at me, his expression full of a pity I didn' t want. "You' re my best friend, Ava. I don' t want to lose that." That phrase, 'best friend' , felt like a curse, a box he put me in, safe from my affections. For years, I had held onto fleeting moments, replaying them like favorite movie scenes, only to realize they were just casual gestures from a friend. My entire devotion had unknowingly sabotaged any other chance at a relationship. I was his sun, but he saw me as just another planet in a predictable orbit. The realization was liberating and devastating all at once. Driven by a desperate need to numb the ache, I found myself in a dark bar, downing tequila shots. It was there, amidst the haze, that Liam Walker, my deceased best friend Lily' s younger brother, found me. He saw through my pain, calling Ethan an idiot for not seeing my brilliance, a compliment that pierced through my drunken despair. He saw me not just as a friend, but as someone brilliant. His fierce kindness was too much, leading to a messy, desperate kiss that I instantly regretted upon waking. The guilt, tied to Lily' s memory, was a heavy weight. I believed I had crossed an irreversible line with the boy I'd practically watched grow up. My panic reached a peak when Ethan called, only for Liam to answer and coldly declare, "She was a little busy crying her eyes out after you broke her heart. You' re a bit late with the concern." He hung up, leaving me with a terrifying but thrilling jolt of electricity. Before I could process it, I sent Liam away, convinced I was just like Ethan, careless with others' hearts. But watching Ethan with his new girlfriend, Sarah, and realizing he had let my unrequited love fester out of fear, shattered my remaining illusions. Why did he never love me, even for a second? Why did he let me waste all those years? The bitter truth solidified: he was a coward, too afraid of real loss to embrace something real. And in that moment, I resolved to reclaim my life, to shed the heavy coat of unrequited love, and for the first time, choose myself./0/28426/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b7b74709846220d56bd2c5701729252&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Hot Professor
Sandra Morgan, is a rich spoiled kid. She gets everything that she wishes for. There isn't a guy who can resist her charm. However, a bet that she lost to her friends made her kiss the third guy coming from the college entrance, not just a kiss but a kiss that will make him turn on and arise the desire to an instant that he will wish to make love right there. To everyone's surprise,e who thought that it would be a piece of cake for her, the man pushed her away let alone being turned on. As if it was not enough that they find out that this man was none other than a new professor of philosophy and is in charge of maintaining disciplines. What will happen next? How will Sarah survive the wrath of Professor? “ Weren't you scared doing all those dirty things? ” the officer asked, looking at her with dumbfounded eyes “ Sometimes you are too scared to be scared, ” she replied, PS: This story is not just about romance. It deals with all the issues that teenagers nowadays face like bullying, drugs, sex, homosexuality, rape, incest, etc. This story has mature content and is R18. Read only if you can take all../0/19822/coverorgin.jpg?v=56169e4331fd318a2a1b3c73ebc34806&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Give Me A Second Chance
Riya and Kayish were madly in love, so deeply that everyone believed that they would end up in a happy married life. That's how he loved her. He was very possessive of his property, especially when it comes to his girl. On the other hand, Riya was blindly in love with him. She left her parents because of him, she found her happiness within him and was ready to start a new life but an unexpected tragedy happened in their life that no one could have ever predicted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She had a good news for him. She was so happy. After all those things that she has been through, finally, their family will be complete. She already waited a whole day and she now she just couldn't wait to share her happiness with him. But just as she was about to tell him, he broke her fragile heart into million pieces and left her saying it was all just a drama he played with her all along; The marriage which she preached was just another key to win her trust and to fulfill his vengeance. He dumped her that day without knowing that he left a piece of him growing inside her. Does he get the chance to know about his child? What will happen when these two cross their paths in the future? Will they let go off their revenge and ego and hatred to get back their love? Or will it be too late for him to realise his mistake? Read to find out what happens. ; )/0/85682/coverorgin.jpg?v=abfb1c812bf59df8c5eee2535a389cb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Heartless Plan, Her Bitter End
For three years, I painted by day and worked dead-end jobs by night, all to fund my brilliant musician husband, David, battling a rare illness. My latest sacrifice was night shifts at the Sterling Art Gallery-dangerous, but it paid for his experimental treatments. Then, a laugh drifted from a private room, strong and vibrant, just like David's, but not the weak one I knew. "You should have seen her face, Em," he chuckled, "She actually believes I need that new 'serum' from Switzerland. Another fifty grand, just like that." My world shattered as Emily, his childhood friend, replied, "Three years of this, and she still thinks you're a poor, dying musician." He gloated about this "brilliant plan" to exploit me, calling marrying me his "biggest mistake," all while planning to use our unborn child as his "ticket out." Before I could process the monstrous truth, the gallery was raided; my mother, bringing me soup, was brutally thrown, her head striking a pedestal. David and Emily, seeing everything from their sleek black car, simply drove away, leaving me and my dying mother. He arrived at the hospital later, weaving a masterful performance of a worried husband. As he reached for my hand, the nurse delivered the fatal blow: my mother was gone. Then Emily waltzed in, lilies in hand, cooing fake sympathy before flaunting a photo of her and David, with a caption solidifying their "true love." A rich male friend tossed hundreds onto my blanket, "For your trouble. Should be enough to cover a funeral for whatever working-class family you came from." My grief calcified into icy rage. "Assault, robbery, and accessory to murder," I stated calmly, "And you know, it's amazing what a security camera in a high-end gallery can pick up. Even the sound. I'm sure the police will be very interested in the recording of my husband and his mistress discussing three years of felony fraud just before the 'robbery' happened." Silence fell. He had underestimated me. I lost everything-my mother, my husband, my baby that would never be. But in losing everything, I had nothing left to fear. "You want me to sell my grandmother's apartment? Fine. But not for us. For me. You will transfer five hundred thousand dollars into my personal bank account. Today." I hung up, laying a trap./0/21230/coverorgin.jpg?v=492de4663358cb1e9fc81a1e50e58e14&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bride of the Would-be Demon King
After losing her entire family from a tragedy involving a cursed one, wild, headstrong, and untamed Shia Hyanessa Aifendel, who possesses a curse herself and had thus far lived a nomadic life away from the Capitol, suddenly finds herself face to face with the probable murderer – Langrion Zephiry Romualdi, the mighty and powerful Imperial Prince of Gascone and the prophesied Demon King who is bound to start a war that would break the world. In an unexpected turn of events, Shia found herself agreeing to be Langrion’s pretend-betrothed. Working her way through the politics of the nobility, the fight for the throne, and the struggle to overthrow the discrimination against cursed ones, can she uncover the mysteries of her family’s death, keep her promise of vengeance, and keep her life at the end as she starts to deeply fall in love with the would-be Demon King?/0/22638/coverorgin.jpg?v=b154d52f4adbdfc8b4c133fc65a69229&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Indian Wife
"Marry me.", Nicolas had his eyes fixed on her lips. "Huh? Pardon?", Sanaya was totally surprised. She was in a dream? Or... ** Sanaya Roy Chowdhury, from a small town in India who ran away from home. Twenty one years old Beautiful, tall and a simple girl. After running away to the USA she thought she finally got her freedom but one day, when she went to a party with her best friend she was lost. When she was searching for a way out she was chased by bad boys. In order to save herself from them she asked a complete stranger to pretend to kiss her. Exactly when she thought she was saved there was something waiting for her... When the stranger will ask her to marry him, will she agree? But he'll have her agreeing anyway possible because he wants her, AT ANY COST. His name is Nicolas Davis./0/48763/coverorgin.jpg?v=4cd7dda2791969dcc149e598146a70c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rise Of The Billionaire Actress: dreams, deceit & desires.
Deloise Tanner has only ever wanted one thing - to pursue her dreams as a professional actress. When her single mother, who believes entertainment to be a waste of time refuses to let her go through that path, she is torn between forfeiting her dreams or losing her only living family. The dynamics changes when she gets an opportunity to achieve her dreams but does so without the knowledge of her mother. As she juggles the double life of an actress and supposed law school student, she is overtaken by a web of love, lies, deceit and blasts from the past./0/20448/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9c8a67d0424d560468301a08e03e992&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Romance With Mr Popular
What happens when young Bethel is made to get married to the Country's most popular richest idol? The country's pride? Who's actually a rude, annoying playboy and not ready to stay committed? What about the enemies? His step-brothers? The other female crushes? And his tiny little secret? It's all about Romance, Suspense and betrayal./1/103829/coverorgin.jpg?v=480ec61c1029872f2070a27dc89900b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Dated a Powerful Figure after Cancelling her Engagement
Within the elite social circles of Bexwell, one topic never ceased to captivate everyone: the arranged marriage from childhood between Brad Simpson, the playful scion of the Simpson family, and Bella Shaw, the most well-mannered daughter of the Shaw family. Bella learned to play the piano from a young age and was selected into the national classical dance troupe at ten. She was groomed to become the most elegant young lady. On the other hand, Brad started racing cars, wingsuit flying, and skydiving without a license by the age of fifteen. He had landed himself in the hospital countless times due to his thrill-seeking, extreme sports antics. Brad and Bella had totally different personalities, but they were forced to grow up as childhood companions due to the friendship between the Simpson and Shaw families. Although they had their clashing temperaments, they had been close to each other for over twenty years. In others' eyes, they were seen as a unique match made in heaven. Since they were kids, their family members always teased them. Bella always believed that she would marry Brad. So, on the day of their sixth anniversary, when Bella saw the wordless photo Brad posted on his social media, her mind went blank for a moment. In the photo, the woman's face was not visible, but her strapless dress revealed an impressive cleavage. The most eye-catching detail was the striking tattoo on her left chest-Drunk. Drunk was Brad's nickname./0/97728/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ad5e54ce65898c19fbfe46e23422444&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The memory of us
When Adrian Cole wakes from a near-fatal accident, his past is nothing but a blur. Faces, names, and memories vanish-except one. To everyone's shock, the only person he remembers is his on-call nurse, Clara Hayes. But Clara isn't just his nurse. She's the woman he once loved... and the one he left behind in pieces. Bound by duty yet haunted by the past, Clara hides the truth of who she really is, convincing herself that keeping his secret - and her distance - is the only way to survive his recovery. As Adrian struggles to piece together who he was, Clara is caught between the man he used to be and the man he's becoming - kind, gentle, and heartbreakingly familiar. Old wounds reopen, old sparks reignite, and the line between healing and hurting begins to blur. Now, as fragments of Adrian's memory return, so does the pain that tore them apart. Now, they must both face the hardest question of all: Is their love worth remembering?/0/19666/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b01f22c1a949fdd08b06155daf7e807&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Bride
Kamila Nassif was promised to Erron Hamid, a despicable man whose only goal is to crush her. Kamila has no choice but to bend to his will—until she decides to fight back. But she ends up falling in love with against her will, and despite all her efforts, it cannot be undone. Will he fall in love with her, or will their story end in disaster?/0/80520/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bb64c1004a4de15da75c49dae4d7d16&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Man Who Valued Money Over Life
For seven years, I was with Blake, my ambitious Silicon Valley boyfriend. He told me he was building a dream, always "testing" my independence to prove I was with him for love, not money. I believed him, working tirelessly to pay my equal share. Then, my mom got critically ill, needing a $2000 scan so urgent it couldn't wait for insurance. I begged Blake for a loan, promising to pay him back, stressing it was a matter of life and death. He coldly refused, hid behind his "principles," and dismissed my desperation as a "test" of my resilience. Three agonizing days later, my mother died. Amidst my grief, a sickening truth began to unravel. Blake wasn't a struggling founder; he was a silent multi-millionaire, secretly lavishing gifts worth hundreds of thousands on another woman. I found texts where he mocked me to his friends, calling my plea a "handout" and my situation "desperate." How could the man I loved and supported for seven years be so monstrous? How could he let my mother die over $2000 he casually spent on jewelry? The betrayal sliced deeper than any knife. But the final twist was the cruelest: Blake secretly owned the coffee shop where I worked for minimum wage. Not only that, he had been systematically diverting my earned bonuses—including a $2000 payment right when I needed it—into his own private account. The money I had *earned* for my mom’s life, he had stolen. That day, my grief turned into an ice-cold rage, and I knew exactly what I had to do./0/45791/coverorgin.jpg?v=712e7e2ab143b4d7c4c71c19669bafef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Pound Of Flesh
After loosing her mother to cancer and having to leave New York, the city she had known all her life for reasons best known to her dad. She hoped for a fresh start and a better future in Boston, where she worked two jobs as she prepares for college. Things took a turn when the godlike man she met at the ice cream shop she worked at turned out to be Mace Hunter, the billionaire cartel leader of the New York City, the Capo Dei Carpi of one of the Biggest crime syndicate in the Mafia World, whom her father owed a large sum of money. Mace being true to the mafia teachings and beliefs, that to forgive is a weakness, took Matilda as payment for the debt owed. Though he had plans to put her to work at one of his prostitution rings to atone for her fathers sin, but fate presented a rare opportunity that turned Matilda fate from a debtor to Mace Hunters contract wife. "Where the heck is my money?" "I will never dream to cross you but if you will just give me a little more time, I will get your money ready for you sir". The inferno boiling inside me, I could have sworn would burn him to the ground with only his ashes as his remains. "I'm not going back without my money and since you can't pay back, I will just have to take my pound of flesh". My pleas fell on deaf ears, as he dragged me out. "Nooooooo Matilda!" Dad kept on screaming my name. can she survive living in the lions den for 2years? will she loose her heart or will he?/0/44696/coverorgin.jpg?v=233973f976cbff39241a82147cf77e23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE THRONE
I am an orphan not born of tittle or a good home. My aunt took me in and raised me as a servant in her home until she kicks me out of her house one evening and there my destiny will begin. I was all alone with no purpose and no direction when fate led me to the three princes of our land and the sons of our majesty the king. One of the prince will hate me, another will have sympathy for me and the other one is going to fall in love with me. When all the tricks, lies and politics are over, There is only one seat at the throne and one ruler of the kingdom. And i am going to take that seat./0/84431/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7635424fa47362b312b6a76dbb22a0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My High School Sweetheart, Reimagined
The preacher' s voice echoed in the barn as I stood at the altar, ready to marry Jocelyn, my high school sweetheart. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but all I saw was the twisted metal of a Ford Explorer. In another life, our 25th wedding anniversary ended with a phone call: "Your wife... she didn't make it. She wasn't alone, sir. A man was with her. Ryan Scott." The grief was a physical wound, but the betrayal poisoned twenty-five years of my life. Now, miraculously, I was back. Reborn on this very day, given a second chance. Not to fix it, but to end it before it began. "No," I declared, cutting through the vows like a gunshot. Jocelyn' s smile faltered, confusion widening her perfect eyes. A cold fury fueled me as I told her I didn' t love her anymore, then leaped from the loft, limping away from the life of quiet misery I refused to live again. But despite my escape, she kept coming back – cleaning my apartment, charming my parents. It had to be about money, I reasoned, rumors of her family' s debt swirling. I even offered her a financial bailout, demanding she leave me alone. "You think this is about money?" she whispered, tears streaming. "I came back, too! I came back for you!" Her words shattered my carefully constructed reality. She came back, too? Impossible. She collapsed, and I later saw her with Ryan Scott, the man she died with. Rage confirmed my initial suspicions. But then, she found me, telling a story of an entity, a parasite, that controlled her in our past life, leading to the crash. And then, she collapsed again, sick. I finally learned the truth: Glioblastoma. My cancer, from my old life. She had taken my fate. This wasn't just a second chance, but a cosmic correction. And now, reborn again, I stood before her in high school. "Hi," I said, my voice filled with a love that had crossed lifetimes. "I'm Ethan Lester. It's nice to meet you. For the first time. Again."/0/86934/coverorgin.jpg?v=9734f4e3e3d7afbecfc7d9a81b63b370&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Promises, New Beginnings
My fiancé, Liam, and my brother, Ethan, both fell for the same woman, Chloe. One day, Liam was the man I was going to marry. The next, he looked at me like a stranger. At our engagement party, Liam was an hour late. Then, a picture surfaced of him and Chloe eloping. My world crashed down. To make things worse, Chloe, bandage-clad and tearful, dramatically entered, claiming Liam pushed her. Liam and Ethan, completely taken in, turned on me. "It was Ava," whispered Chloe, and Liam shoved me, causing me to fall and hit my head, bleeding on the floor. My own brother stood over them, his back to me. Two days later, Liam and Chloe showed up, accusing me of my own assault, the man I loved defending the woman who had just lied about me. They were convinced I was the villain, while Chloe was the damsel. I was hospitalized days later with a ruptured appendix, but when I called Ethan, he coldly dismissed me, saying I was "being dramatic," too busy bringing Chloe breakfast. The hospital informed me that my own brother had disowned me. How could two men I loved and trusted so completely be so blind, so cruel? How could my brother abandon me, his only sister, for a woman he'd barely known? I survived. I gathered the last of my strength and resolve. I decided then and there that I wouldn't just disappear; I would rebuild myself, piece by painful piece, into someone they wouldn't recognize, and they would live with the consequences of their betrayal forever./0/89437/coverorgin.jpg?v=4dbc144e1ffb9c49d8b7e07f6e16f8ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Miscarriages, Their Dark Secret
For three years, I endured four miscarriages, each a crushing reminder of my failure, while my husband, Axel, played the part of the grieving spouse, whispering comforting words and promising a different outcome next time. This time, it was different. Axel's concern morphed into control, isolating me in our gilded cage, claiming it was for my safety and the baby's, due to the stress of being married to the protégé of Senator Dennis Clarke-my biological father. My trust shattered when I overheard Axel and my adopted sister, Adeline, in the garden. She was holding a baby, and Axel's soft smile, a smile I hadn't seen in months, was directed at them. Adeline's feigned sadness about my "miscarriages" revealed a horrifying truth: my losses were part of their plan to secure Axel's political future and ensure their son, not mine, inherited the Clarke dynasty. The betrayal deepened when my parents, Senator Clarke and Barbara, joined them, embracing Adeline and the baby, confirming their complicity. My entire life, my marriage, my grief-it was all a monstrous, carefully constructed lie. Every comforting touch from Axel, every worried look, was a performance. I was just a vessel, a placeholder. Adeline, the cuckoo in my nest, had stolen everything: my parents, my husband, my future, and now, my children. The realization hit me like a physical blow: my four lost babies weren't accidents; they were sacrifices on the altar of Axel and Adeline's ambition. My mind reeled. How could they? How could my own family, the people who were supposed to protect me, conspire against me so cruelly? The injustice burned, leaving a hollow, aching void. There were no more tears to cry. Only action. I called the hospital and scheduled an abortion. Then, I called my old dance academy, applying for the international choreography program in Paris. I was leaving./1/101952/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd755cd2ecf42d51da8f70f85eac81eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
