Romance Books for Women
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Impermissible Desires!
"What is wrong with you?" Amelia frowned. "Are you thirsty or not, big sis?" He asked, a brow raised in amusement. She suspired in defeat. "Yes, I'm thirsty," she replied in a low tone. "Thirsty for what?" "You... Don't push your luck, Wyatt," she warned, teeth locked in annoyance. He chuckled, "Big sis, how can you tell me not to do my job?" "Your job?" Her brows furrowed. "Yeah. Part of my job is to push all the wrong buttons on my big sis and see how great her explosive rage will be. Will it perhaps blow up this entire building to smithereens? Or will it..." He inclined his head, bringing his lips close to her ear, "...make Amelia get down on her knees like a good girl and give me a mouthful of pleasure?" He quickly straightened his torso, wearing an impish grin. "You..." Amelia looked livid and raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist easily. "The only slapping sound I'm sure you want to hear is the one made when you're..." ~ Want to know how this turns out? You simply have to turn the next page and read all the way. This book is a compilation of over twenty delicious tales of varied length. And they are not limited to just one genre. One moment, you could be reading a werewolf story or a mermaid story. Next thing, you're reading campus romance, vampire romance, sports romance. And before you know it, you're reading about a perverted demon king and a feisty human warrior (BL)! Exciting right? You never know what genre or how creamily-gripping the next story will be! But...there's bound to be three things; Mind-blowing plot twists, Satisfyingly executed revenge plans, And, most importantly, blush-worthy scenes! So what are you waiting for?/0/85241/coverorgin.jpg?v=9af9a4475113c6880cdfb2ab5367fdaf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Amnesia's Gift: A New Beginning
The antiseptic smell was sharp, the ceiling a stark white as I blinked myself awake, the rhythmic beeping of a machine my only company. A dull ache pinned me to the mattress, and I stared at the IV in my arm, a blank slate where memories should have been. Then, the door swung open, and three figures walked in: my impeccably dressed adoptive parents and my effortlessly confident adoptive brother, Liam. "Oh, for God's sake, Ethan. Are you done with this charade? Another one of your pathetic stunts to get attention," my adoptive mother, Mrs. Reed, sighed, her face a mask of weary frustration. My adoptive father, Mr. Reed, didn't even look at me, his gaze fixed on Liam. Liam stepped forward, a perfect blend of concern and superiority. "I'm just worried about Ethan. He seems... confused." Confusion turned to panic as their words landed like stones, painting a picture of a disappointing, burdensome person I didn't recognize. "Who... who are you?" I rasped, my voice foreign even to myself. Mrs. Reed scoffed. "Now he's pretending to have amnesia. How original." Then, Olivia, my wife, entered, her presence commanding, her eyes cold. "Is he done making a fool of himself? And me?" she cut through the air, her voice frigid. "The press is already sniffing around. 'Tech CEO Olivia Reed's husband in another suicide attempt.' Is this the life you want for me, Ethan?" Humiliation washed over me as whispers from the hallway confirmed my role: the artist who married Olivia Reed, pitied for his pathetic attempts, rumored to be in a loveless marriage with a woman who loved his brother. They left eventually, leaving me with the silence, the beeping, and a profound realization. This emptiness wasn't a void; it was a blank slate. The amnesia wasn't a curse; it was a mercy. It was a chance to escape a life I couldn't remember, a life that sounded like a prison. I fumbled for the phone, my finger landing on "Lawyer." "Ethan Miller," I said, my voice stronger now, filled with a newfound resolve. "We need to proceed."/0/75832/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Daughter in Danger
Emma had always thought of herself as untouchable. With her sharp tongue, enviable beauty, and spoiled rotten demeanor, she had managed to stay several steps ahead of anyone who dared to challenge her. But somehow, Will Knight-cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted-had managed to kidnap her and her best friend not once, but twice. How? She was still trying to wrap her head around it. The first time had been a chaotic mess. Will had bungled the plan, getting caught halfway through, and yet, somehow, he still managed to pull it off. The second time was almost laughable. Emma had expected a more elaborate scheme, but instead, Will had used his brute force and complete disregard for any semblance of intelligence. It was absurd, really. He had no finesse, no strategy, and yet here they were, locked in his uncomfortably shabby hideout for the second time. "Seriously?" Emma muttered, pacing the room, hands on her hips. "How does someone this clueless get away with kidnapping?" Will shrugged with that stupid grin of his. "Dunno, guess I'm just lucky." Emma shot him a withering look. Maybe luck had something to do with it, but she had a feeling there was more to Will than met the eye. Perhaps he wasn't as dimwitted as she'd thought. That idea made her stomach twist in an unsettling way./0/25218/coverorgin.jpg?v=f88f0dbdfa298c2468d5955e0a4fe97c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Little, Everytime
"Rati is in her late 20's. An ambitious,reserved and practical lady frustrated of being judged agrees to get married in order to avoid constant scrutiny. Vardhaan, a fun loving, focused and outgoing Armyman has long waited to have someone he could come home to. And is excited about the new experience in his life. Two individuals with different lifestyles are arranged to tie the knot(marriage) by their families, one out of frustration another out of expectations. Not knowing what it takes to be in a relationship they enter in a brand new relationship and often in wierd situations while being expected to have a total stranger as their Closest companion."/0/22298/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8f92f033c676bd911d46c8bfe861704&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mistress Surrogate
Priscilla Castillo took up the job as a surrogate to make ends meet, this sort of job was a new territory for her. She never once thought of being the one to take care of the child . Damon Prince is a CEO of a reknowned company, his marriage to Elizabeth Prince was fruitless which hurt the couple so much. Unfortunately Elizabeth is met with an accident and dies immediately. Now Damon has to live with a woman he hates for carrying his child. ---------------------------------------------------- My heart started raced as I thought of a way to squeeze out of this unwanted situation I found myself in. "Elizabeth" he snuggled in closer tightening his hold on me, it was now that I decided to make a run for it, it would be better if I wasn't caught than be found on the bed with a man his wife died a month and a week ago. I started with the fist, then slowly I freed myself. I was already close to the door when the light was brought back on, I paused, my heart thumping, I slowly push the door open. "What are you doing?" I heard a voice asked when I was just a foot out. I made a hundred and eighty degree turn to face him, Damon, he was wide awake like he wasn't sleeping before. "I ask again, what are you doing?" His eye brows furrowed waiting for my response, I had no response, I too can't explain how I winded up in his room, I was simply mistaken and that was all. "Nothing" I replied with a shaky voice./0/44685/coverorgin.jpg?v=72d4f54edd785448d2c772a9c233d2ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tales Of The Heart
Serena Montana is a career woman who's working as a signed writer for a big publishing company in Brisbane, Australia. She received a great news from her Boss that her manuscript was handpicked by a famous production company, and they will have a television adaptation of her novel. Since 50% of the scenes from the novel is back in Walnut Creek, a small countryside area where she grew up, she needs to go back their and relieve the past with her first love, Paolo. Can she successfully finish her work without leaving her heart in Walnut Creek?/0/41765/coverorgin.jpg?v=de49017f389b42f867c9122236d38c4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marriage with the Curvy
Olivia crosses paths with Emilio and falls madly in love with him. However, her life takes an unexpected turn when she wakes up in an unfamiliar room, with no memory of how she got there. Filled with fear, she makes the decision to escape and begins a tireless search to rebuild her life from scratch. To avoid being recognized by Emilio, her husband, Olivia stops taking her thyroid medication, resulting in significant weight gain. This physical change allows her to hide and go unnoticed. But a year later, she finds herself face to face with a completely transformed version of the man who took away her freedom. Now, Olivia faces an emotional crossroads, where she must confront her conflicting feelings and decide if she can overcome the love she once felt for someone who deceived her and held her captive. Will she be able to find the courage to leave her dark past behind and reclaim her freedom? In this intense story, Olivia will face her own journey of self-discovery and redemption./0/86539/coverorgin.jpg?v=18e2162c29f1bd2c57ea32b8fddaadc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Proposal, Unexpected Bride
It was my 30th birthday, and I was all set to propose to Sarah, my girlfriend of five years, at the fanciest restaurant in the city. I had the ring, the perfect table, and a future all planned out. But as I waited, she walked in, not alone, but with another man – her colleague. And then, in a devastating twist, she got down on one knee and proposed to him, right there in front of everyone, as my world shattered. My mother called, wishing me a happy birthday, and confused when I could only whisper about the arranged marriage she' d mentioned. Sarah' s excited shouts of "She said yes!" echoed in the background as the entire restaurant applauded their engagement. Moments later, her text popped up: "Happy Birthday, Ethan! Sorry, got held up at work. On my way home now. I got you a cake!"-the lie a final stab. When she came home that night, full of excuses about how it was just a "career play" and a "fake engagement," I smelled his cologne on her. The lie was too much. I packed a single suitcase, leaving behind five years of a life that was nothing but a pretense. The next morning, at the office, the humiliation continued. Sarah and her fiancé, Mark, announced their engagement, and Mark took the promotion that should have been mine. Sarah told me I was fired, then orchestrated a cruel setup, framing me for stealing Mark' s Rolex. She publicly shamed me, slapped me across the face, and accused me of being a lowlife. Why had I given up everything for her? Why was she so intent on destroying me? With my world crumbling, I accepted an arranged marriage with Olivia Sterling, a woman whose calm, sharp eyes suggested a powerful intelligence, and who just might be my unexpected salvation./0/61881/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac370e43b4b4540b402cb0f16ade866a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Romance with the Protagonists
Sure! Here’s the translation: --- I was repeatedly licked by a wet tongue while I slept. I pushed the puppy away with my eyes closed: "Stop it, Dobby..." A hoarse male voice sounded: "Robbie? Not satisfied with me, now you're hitting on my brother?" The system in my mind screamed frantically: "Your novel has been ruined! Hurry and charm the male lead to get back on track!" I opened my eyes, and the stunning man in front of me was none other than the male lead of my novel, Luo Yu. The other male lead is his twin brother, Robbie. I swallowed hard and lunged forward to wrap my arms around his neck. "Don't be mad, he's not as big as you." The allure of his beauty was intoxicating, and before returning to the main plot, I decided to stray off course. After all, what I excel at most is seducing others to sleep with me. --- Let me know if you need anything else!/0/25543/coverorgin.jpg?v=d14d1cb2001b11c3d9c5975f94bc1d82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HEARTLESS SOUL
Meet Alexa Waytt, an extremely beautiful and sexy lady. She’s the perfect definition of beauty and can have any man fall to her feet. But she’s an assassin or should I say U. S. A most dangerous and wanted assassin. She kills with no mercy and her heart as dark as the devil. But what happens when she was sent on a dangerous mission ”TO KILL THE PRESIDENTS SON”? Meet Xavier Giovanni the only son of Mr. Jaxon Giovanni aka US PRESIDENT. Despite being the only son of the president, he never wants anything to do with politics. Instead he pursued his dream of being an F. B. I agent. He was sent on the most dangerous mission of all time”TO FIND AMERICAN MOST DANGEROUS AND WANTED ASSASSIN”. But what happens when things didn't work out quiet as planned Will their ever be a possibility of love between them?/0/39819/coverorgin.jpg?v=a05fe28beb81b79755740a60a1cb9309&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Extremity- Rayan's Love
Passionate hearts can break every limit for the one they love. This sounds perfect for Rayan's story who hid the intense feelings he had for Irsa but before he could make a move, it was too late- Isra was getting married. He wanted to move on- but things didn't go as planned. It was said that lost time can't be regained again. And he lost his, He had lost the person he loved all his life. What's left for him was to watch Isra slipping out of his life while he was losing his own identity, Isra lived her life peacefully, accepting what fate brought her but he couldn't; willing to twist destiny if he had to seize a little shred of 'non-existent love' Isra had in her heart for him. Willing to arouse doubts and heartbreaks knowing it all too well she doesn’t love him back./0/24570/coverorgin.jpg?v=145423ec710a1894f50396a48588eb4b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartless Beast
Melissa is a widow; she is just 22 years old with a two year old son. Her lover , who she had not married, dies of a heart attack. His ex-wife turns up with her fiancé, and throws Melissa out, penniless. The fiancé, Trsitan Lord, is a ruthless advocate, a millionaire as he fights the cases for the Mafia mob. He does not care for anyone's feelings. When he meets Melissa, he feels a desire to dominate her, a strange attraction towards her. Although she cannot understand the way she feels towards him, Melissa does not respond to his overtures. This makes him angry. Melissa's mother dies, her father is paralyzed. He has no one except Melissa. Desperate, with a child and her helpless father to look after,, she takes up a job as a dancer at a topless bar run by the Mob. Tristan sees her there and tries to seduce her in his brutal manner. He grabbed her am, pinning her to the wall, his eyes gleaming like hot coals as he growled, 'You slut...so you can parade your naked body before the men in that room,' He jerked her to him, forcing her to feel his hard erectness that was pressing against her soft belly. "But you play the innocent with me, eh?' She pushed against him, futilely, aware that she was getting turned on strangely enough by this large man's cruel words and his punishing hold on her. His presence, his male musky aroma filled her head. "Take your hands off me,' she hissed, but for answer, he lowered his head and brought his hard mouth on her soft moist lips, displaying a hunger that seemed to burn both of them as he ravaged her mouth, his body holding her trapped.../0/85242/coverorgin.jpg?v=f267c72581ce73678bae713271b284b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years, A Cruel Deception
The blinking cursor on Liam Miller' s screen mocked him: "Invalid Certificate Number." He sighed, leaning back in his leather chair, the city lights shimmering behind him. Their five-year marriage certificate, an official document, yet it wouldn' t register for their new foundation. Chloe, his seemingly supportive wife, brushed it off as a "silly computer glitch." He loved her boundless optimism, especially after the devastating news that they couldn' t have children. He founded the "Miller-Davis Foundation for Hope" because she urged him to turn their personal pain into a public mission to help others. The next morning, with Chloe off to Monaco, Liam decided to settle the registration in person. The clerk' s words hit him like a physical blow: "There' s no record of a marriage certificate with this number... According to the state, this marriage never happened." Five years. A small, intimate beach wedding. Crying. Laughing. Families and friends. All fake? His mind raced, replaying every moment. Was their entire life together a meticulously crafted lie? The loving gestures, the shared dreams-were they all just an elaborate act? He stumbled out, the useless paper a scorching brand in his hand. He had to find her. He needed the truth. He didn't pack, didn't call his assistant. He just booked the first flight to Monaco, a desperate, singular thought consuming him: I have to find her. I need the truth. But the truth he found was far more brutal. He watched from the shadows as Chloe, radiant and in white, walked down an aisle, not to him, but to Ethan Vance–his protégé, his mentee. It was another wedding. And she was the bride./0/80051/coverorgin.jpg?v=3bec3ca02acc29eaee5dde39db5e9527&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Level Zero Love
At NCA, the consulting firm that handles the most sensitive secrets and pulls the strings of power, personal relationships between employees are strictly prohibited. The rule is clear: work comes first, and any ties that jeopardize the operation must be eradicated. Lucía Vega and Bruno Ortega live trapped in this cold and calculating world, where every move is watched and loyalty is not questioned, but demanded. Experts in their fields, they are fundamental pieces of the system... but outside the corporation, they have nothing and no one. They are completely alone. When the attraction they feel begins to break down their walls, they face a decision that could change everything: follow the rules and live in the void, or risk everything for a love that could be their salvation... or their downfall./0/96598/coverorgin.jpg?v=eaf43966d26c12558b3af126ecfb447d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Divorce, I Married His Half-Brother
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Billionaire's love ( ...when we fell ...)
"You pervert! I'm just 19"Tears rolled down Lilly's eyes as she said that. Shane shrugged and rolled his eyes"You are just 19 yet you have the nerve to come into the club huh,what were you expecting?"He asked annoyed by her stubbornness. Lily cleaned the tears that rolled down her cheeks and sniffed "My dad wouldn't take me in anymore"She told remembering what her dad always told her. "I'm the father of that child and I want my child,you will try no such thing in aborting my first hair. And as for your father, don't worry you can stay here and go to college from here till your tummy protrudes" He smirked in a wicked way. "I hate you!" ** Lilly Pop,a 19 years old sexy and elegant girl. She attends a university called"ROYAL HIGH MAJESTY" Which is well popular In London. She has a long silky blond hair loved by her friends,her lips was red,her skin white like that of snow White and also she has a very slender body. He father Mr.James own a Automobile manufacturer in London. Even though her father was rich,he never pay ears to her needs and wants and just so you know,her mother got lost ever since she was 8,her father had tried all his possible best to search for her for 2 good years but their searching was fruitless. And ever since when her father took in her mother's Best friend,her life turned upside down. Her father no longer cares for her,he only pays attention to her stepsister need. Apart from paying up her school fees he does no other thing for her so she works a part time job just to get money for herself. What happened when she got pregnant at nineteen for a billionaire? Someone older than her with seven years. Who is that Billionaire? Will she stop going to college? What happened when the billionaire refuse to let her abort his hair? Will her life ever go right? Let's find out as we dive deep into this book ./0/37224/coverorgin.jpg?v=368563f6e8d530fd190985a60fa3087c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Absorbing Her Darkness
Love is "Growing Together". Love is "Realizing that a flaw makes each other perfect." Love has countless definitions. Reveal the defi…. PROLOGUE The story takes place in the beautiful Indian cEKANSHity of Dehradun. It is the twisted romance of BHAIRAVI (aka AARNA). The novel explores college life! Here, Bhairavi changed her name to hide her identity. Her code name is Aarna. Why? Let's take a look together. The story will be told from the point of view of both main actors. Sometimes also the author's point of view. You will be informed about the POV at the beginning of each chapter. As I am busy with my college and studies, parts will be published every alternate day including Sunday. [The characters and plot are only the author's imagination. No one is harmed in the real world.] PROLOGUE: (flash of what happens later in the story, it changes fate all) Author's POV: She walked quietly through the dark corridor of the college. She didn't want to leave. She loved the city. She loved the people who live here. She loved the air and everything! Since the electricity had been cut off, it was completely dark. It also thundered. She could hear her ankles jingling as she moved. She wore a floral print skirt and a flat crop top, leaving her dark brown hair down to her upper waist. She was forcefully heading to the administrative office to collect her TC. A tear welled up in her eye because no she wanted to go back to her past life. She hated it. And after coming to this city, she hated it even more. She walked slowly and wiped her tears with her left hand. “BHAIRAVI!!”, someone called from behind. She stood motionless as thoughts clouded her mind. No. No one can know who I am. I don't want them to know my real name. That will make it harder for me.. She turned with an absent mind. Like her she answered the name, the person in front of her having just been confirmed in her true identity. Her eyes were full of tears, so she couldn't see the person clearly. She focused the torchlight on him. Ekansh. who else would it be? He stared at her. He had no idea of her pain. She had always been a mystery to him. And he loved mysteries. So he wanted to solve it. He never gives up until he finds his roots. And he managed to find the roots of this mystery. “Bhairavi,” he said calmly, this time slowly pacing back and forth towards her. "How do you know my real name?" she asked as her heart rate rose. He was standing very close to her. His face tilted parallel to hers. The gap was less than a few centimeters. She shivered as her eyes caught his. He grabbed her waist with his left hand to erase the remaining gap. She was breathing hard because she was tired from crying. And now his actions made her knees buckle. “I love you Bhairavi,” he said, stroking her cheek with his right thumb. She didn't know how to answer. She didn't want one more thing to be added to the list she had to leave behind. When she didn't answer, he realized she was in pain. Now he could only see her tears flowing faster. He lowered his face slightly to capture her lips. Sometimes falling in love is the easiest thing. How far would you go to save it?/0/86216/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c9b10fcd540e6c35dcc9dad0d567e5a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
What It Takes To Mend A Broken Heart
I was his secret weapon, the ghostwriter of his success, the woman whose soul he stole and put on display. He took my designs, gave the credit to his socialite fiancée, and then offered me cash to "handle" our unborn child. He left me broken on a rain-slicked New York street, believing I was just another problem solved. But in Paris, I rebuilt myself, my pain becoming the blueprint for an architectural masterpiece that would win the world's most prestigious award. Now he's lost everything, haunted by the genius he discarded. He's come back, begging to rebuild the bridge he burned. But some foundations are too shattered to ever be repaired./0/83945/coverorgin.jpg?v=df5f4143e8ac4135933ef24ac44e7505&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Couldn't Afford
The organ music swelled, a majestic sound meant to signal joy, but all I felt was a cold dread seeping into my bones. Amidst Savannah' s elite, I, Annabel Anderson, stood in my custom-made wedding gown, a perfect Southern belle about to secure a vital political alliance. My fiancé, Wesley Scott, was arrogant and entitled, and I didn't love him, but this was my path. Just as the wedding march was about to begin, a bridesmaid burst in, gasping, "Annabel, it' s Gabrielle! They found her in her room. Pills." My younger half-sister, the constant reminder of my father' s scandal, had attempted suicide. The wedding halted. At the hospital, Gabrielle, frail and tearful, clutched Wesley' s hand. "I couldn' t bear seeing you marry her," she whispered, then delivered her masterstroke: a fabricated story of sacrificing her fertility to save him, twisting his misguided honor. Wesley, his arrogance gone, turned to me, "Annabel, she is your sister. We can make it work. She can be my wife, and you… you can be her sister-wife." The suggestion hung in the air, a scandalous, barbaric insult to my family' s honor. How could he ask the Senator' s daughter to share a husband, to become a party to public disgrace? Was he truly this manipulated, this blind? Standing in the chaos, I looked at Gabrielle's triumphant eyes. She thought she had won. I took a deep breath. There would be no accommodation. This was my chance not just to escape, but to rewrite the narrative./0/94003/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd8f5e068e26bb7f3acc719c91c4833d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
