Romance Books for Women
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Você de Novo?!
Caro leitor, você já acordou com a sensação de algo estranho irá acontecer? Tipo um dejavú? Pois bem, foi essa a sensação que eu Kyra tive quando acordei. Não sei ao certo o que o meu sexto sentido tinha me reservado, mas no fundo pressentia problemas. Comecei errado né? A protagonista deve se apresentar, dizer no que trabalha e fazer aquele apelo de comédias românticas... É, mas essa protagonista não sou eu. Sobre o meu passado, bem eu o conheci quando ainda fazia meu bacharel em Administração, ele era lindo com seus olhos castanho escuros, seu cabelo preto, 1,80 de altura, queixo quadrado e ombros largos. Quem em sã consciência não iria se apaixonar? Mas, Dante partiu meu coração e a única coisa que eu não esperava, era que nos dias atuais, nos encontraríamos novamente.../0/70729/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250304182129&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Upon the Pedestal
Hao Azakura was raised to be untouchable-both in power and in emotion. His father's ruthless upbringing ensured he became the perfect heir to the most feared Mafia-Yakuza clan. No weakness. No trust. Only survival. His only dream? Escape his father's iron grip and take his mother with him. But there was only one way out-he had to kill the man who made him a monster. So, he played the part. He grew stronger, surpassing every expectation, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Then, he met Jazz. A high school girl with a quiet fire in her soul-the niece of the Toheyama Clan head, sworn rivals of the Azakura. Hao knew he should stay away. Knew that love had no place in a life built on blood and vengeance. Yet, against all logic, he fell. Hard. He gave her everything-his time, his devotion, his heart. But love was never meant to be easy for someone like him. When the sins of his past came back to haunt him, Jazz was the one who suffered. Her pain shattered her in ways he never saw coming, and instead of lashing out at him, she turned her rage inward-breaking herself apart. Now, the boy who had always known how to destroy is faced with the one thing he doesn't know how to fix-the girl who once believed he was worth saving./0/84356/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204416&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Tesla Called
The automated call from the Tesla came at 10 PM, shattering the illusion of my perfect life with Ryan. "A collision has been detected. The registered owner, Ryan Scott, may be unresponsive." I rushed to the ER, dread gripping my heart, only to find him on a gurney, pale and sweaty. But he wasn't alone; Sylvia, his brother's widow, was clutching his hand, looking disheveled and frantic. Then, my childhood friend, Dr. Andrew Lester, delivered the chilling truth: "There was no collision. Mr. Scott experienced... an acute allergic reaction. Anaphylaxis." A severe latex allergy, exacerbated by "strenuous physical activity." The words hung in the air, heavy and obscene; the pieces clicked into place with sickening finality. It wasn't a car crash. It was sex. In his car. For seven years, I had downplayed my family's wealth, my education, my ambitions, all to prop up the myth of the "self-made" Ryan Scott. For this? His blatant lies the next morning, about "bad shellfish" and needing me to pick up his impounded Tesla, were a cruel joke. The car reeked of stale champagne and cheap perfume, brazenly displaying a high-heeled shoe and a torn silk blouse; his contempt for me was physically manifested. But their sick game was about to change. When Andrew, my childhood friend, quietly appeared at the impound lot, I made my decision. "The marriage. With your family. I told my father yes." My path was set: cold, clear, and utterly decisive./0/33742/coverorgin.jpg?v=20221115171503&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Winning Back The Heiress (Heir & Heiress 2)
Losing the memory of who you were growing up sucks. Trying to find a job after graduating college in a bad economy sucks even more. For Esmeralda Griffin, being offered a job as a secretary to the CEO of the biggest company in the continent is a once in a lifetime opportunity she's going to grab with both hands even if she has never heard nothing good about him. When the CEO turns out to be a man she has been previously seeing a younger version of in her dreams, she is confused. When he starts to claim that she's his lost fiance, things get crazy. For the heir to the stone empire, life has no meaning since he failed in protecting his one and only love. Work, one night stands and alcohol define his very existence but when his new assistant Esmeralda comes into the picture, a new hope sets in. Could she be the one he has been searching for for years?/0/24333/coverorgin.jpg?v=9df704b204c20ba03f14351d22528021&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One More Night
Jake finally stopped singing when he saw the woman standing in front of him, and the band also stopped playing. He thought it was just one of his admirers or fans. He looked closely at the drunken woman who could not even stand up still. She was wearing a loose black shirt and jeans, her hair was long, white skin and with a simple beauty. She even stepped closer to him before speaking. "Hey you! I know you, that such a face deceives women!" said Nicole loudly. "What?" Jake asked in surprise. "You handsome men always bring false hope to women, then when they fall in love with you, you will leave! You are so bad! You are shameless!" Nicole shouted angrily. "Come on Nicole!" Jane shouted, as she tried to hold Nicole by the arm, but Nicole went wild. "No, I will get revenge on this idiot!" After Nicole said this, she suddenly grabbed the man's leather jacket and pulled it closer to her face, Jake bowed to the woman's sudden action and at that moment their lips pressed together./0/46720/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260525154519&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Epitome Of Perfection
I shook my head before looking at myself through the mirror again. I just did a little touch-up and decided to go out again. It would be embarrassing if I kept Damian waiting there. He seems like a nice guy. We've only exchanged a few words, but I immediately sense his goodness. He doesn't seem like a man who judges a woman solely by her appearance. I hope we'll get along. A smile appeared on my lips as I left the powder room. Even from a distance, I could see our vacant table. The food we ordered was already there. But Damian was nowhere in sight. Where could he be? Maybe he's in the restroom? When I reached the table, I sat down. I scanned my vegetable salad and grimaced. It doesn't look appetizing. Damian's burger looks much better. But minutes had already passed, and there was no sign of Damian in front of me. I was starting to feel a pang in my heart for an unknown reason. I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but it didn't happen. The waiter who served us earlier accidentally passed by my side. "Excuse me!" He turned to look at me, approaching with questioning eyes. "Yes, Ma'am?" "My c-companion earlier, d-did you see him?" He took a moment to think, as if trying to recall. With every passing second of his contemplation, my heart pounded even harder. "Oh! Yes, Ma'am. I saw him leave earlier. He seemed to be in a hurry. He's the handsome one, right?" I nodded. "Did he say anything or leave any instructions?" I didn't pay much attention to what the waiter was saying when my phone rang again. From the illuminated screen, I saw a message from Damian that shattered my heart into pieces. Damian: I'm sorry, Sandra. It's nice to meet you, but I don't think we'll work out. Eat the burger I ordered, instead. It's for you. Don't worry, your bill's already taken care of. Take care."/0/85005/coverorgin.jpg?v=313b18543dc44a87b34981b4ee308a55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lost Love, Found Self: A New Beginning
My life was a perfectly tailored garment, every seam in place, my marriage to tech mogul Ethan Vance the central, flawless stitch. Then, at my triumphant New York Fashion Week debut, I found him with a woman I didn' t know, his arm around her, her hand clutching his. She was Willow Vance, his long-lost cousin, a fragile waif who, he explained, had nowhere else to go. She moved into our penthouse, a subtle manipulator who turned every minor mishap into a dramatic performance of victimhood, always with Ethan as her loyal defender. I watched, helpless, as my husband dismissed my concerns, publicly shamed me, and defended her manipulative acts, making me the villain in my own home. When a package of provocative lingerie arrived, addressed to me but with a note clearly meant for Ethan, I knew it was Willow' s ultimate power play to shatter our trust. I confronted her, exposing her performance, and for a moment, Ethan finally saw through her act. But nothing truly changed. My family, my life' s work, everything I held dear was weaponized against me, twisted and contorted until I was left with nothing but emptiness. I finally walked away, choosing freedom over a life built on lies and betrayal. Little did I know, the fight was far from over./0/53858/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3ede00355a5a5ca22f86e50d1850b36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE DIVORCE PROPOSAL
"I want to divorce!" No one expected it, Alyssa and Brent ended up getting married. Pressure from many sides, broken hearts, and family reputations were reasons for them to accept the difficult request. Adding to the confusion, one years later Alyssa filed for divorce from Brent. So, how can a relationship without love from the start survive living under the same roof?/1/108690/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260302164122&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Remarried Three Times, I'm Done With My Trashy Husband
When they remarried for the fourth time, Blaire Bennett told Evan Everett it was their last chance. If he betrayed her again, she would leave him for good. Evan had sworn absolute loyalty, hand over heart-then turned around and wrapped another woman in his arms. Caught red-handed, he delivered his excuse with practiced ease. "I can't control the split personality. You can't punish me for something the other me did." It was a pathetic lie, and Blaire had believed it three times. Only moments ago, she had heard him admit with her own ears that the so-called split personality was nothing but an act-a convenient cover for cheating. That was when the truth finally tore through her. The pain had carved into Blaire like a blade. She filed for divorce without hesitation. This time, she would not look back./0/89872/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213511&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Poisoned Love, My Escape
My husband, Austen, the man the world saw as my devoted admirer, was the artist of my pain. He had punished me ninety-five times, and this was the ninety-sixth. Then, a message from my stepsister, Joyce, buzzed on my phone: a photo of her perfectly manicured hand holding champagne, captioned, "Celebrating another victory. He really does love me more." A second message from Austen followed, "My love, are you resting? I' ve asked the doctor to come. I' m sorry it had to be this way, but you must learn. I' ll be home soon to take care of you." I had always known Joyce was the trigger, but I never understood the mechanism. I thought it was just Austen' s own brand of cruelty, ignited by Joyce' s lies. But then, I found a voice recording of Austen's. His calm voice filled the silent room, "...number ninety-six. A broken hand. It should be enough to appease Joyce this time. But my debt must be paid. Fifteen years ago, Joyce saved my life. She pulled me from that burning car after the kidnapping. I vowed that day I would protect her from everything and everyone. Even from my own wife." My mind went blank. Kidnapping. Burning car. Fifteen years ago. I was the one there. I was the girl who pulled a terrified, crying boy from the back seat just before it exploded. His name was Austen. He had called me his "little star." But when I returned with the police, another girl was there, crying and holding Austen' s hand. It was Joyce. He didn't know. He had built his entire twisted system of justice on a lie. Joyce had stolen my life-saving act, and I was paying the price. Every cell in my body screamed one word: Escape./0/71054/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527005018&imageMogr2/format/webp)
