Sci-fi Books for Women
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Programmed Redemption
I woke up to the sterile beep of a heart monitor – but I was already dead, or should have been. My brother, Leo, paralyzed and silenced by an accident that was my fault, was all I could think of as I swallowed those pills. Then a cold, digital voice in my head offered a deal: fulfill 100 impossible requests for New York' s reclusive tech billionaire, Julian Croft, and Leo would be saved. I became his "personal assistant," more like his public punching bag, enduring two years of humiliation where I was dubbed "Julian's Lapdog" by every tabloid. I waded into freezing Met Gala fountains in couture gowns, repainted penthouses overnight, and publicly took the blame for his screw-ups, all for a brother no one else knew existed. The 99th task was done. The 100th, the final payment, was supposed to cure Julian's "dying" girlfriend, Victoria. It meant undergoing an experimental, agonizing procedure that everyone, including Julian, secretly believed would be my ultimate act of "love" for him. But then Victoria herself, with a venomous smirk, whispered a revelation: her illness was a lie, a "minor nerve disorder," and my procedure wasn't just "dangerous," it was 100% fatal. I was literally going to die as a sick test for Julian's devotion to her. Then I saw Julian' s silhouette, frozen just outside the door. He' d heard everything. Yet, I smiled. Why did I willingly accept a certain death for Julian, knowing he' d been manipulated and I' d been sacrificed for a lie? Because my world was bigger than his, and my real reward was already waiting. I was going home./0/50966/coverorgin.jpg?v=882475604ff5f96a0c87c2a2ad6c2f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Reclaiming My Life, Redefining Love
I opened my eyes to a sterile hospital room after three years in a coma, a miracle, Dr. Reed called me. My memory, a slow agonizing puzzle, was finally whole. I remembered everything. The first person I saw wasn' t my fiancé, Mark. It was my old professor, Dr. Reed, holding my hand, her face a mix of relief and concern. Mark Harrison was waiting at the entrance of our house, looking older, his face etched with ambition, not grief. He didn' t rush to hug me, didn' t even smile. "Ava," he said, his voice flat. "You're back." Then she emerged: Chloe Davis, my old rival, now standing on my doorstep with a triumphant smile, her arm wrapped around Mark' s. On her wrist, my patented smartwatch gleamed. "Chloe has been a rock for me," Mark announced, looking at her with practiced adoration. "We're engaged." A month after my car crash – a supposed accident – he was engaged. A month after that, her company acquired a crucial patent from my firm. From inside, Spark, my AI companion, spoke. Its warm, inquisitive voice now clipped, devoted to Chloe. My home, stripped of my art, my books, everything that was me. "Chloe has taken over the company and our lives," Mark snarled, his patience gone. "You'll just have to accept it." He expected tears, but I felt only relief. The fog was gone. I saw him for what he was. "Okay," I said, my voice calm and even. "I accept it." He stared, confused. I was not the woman he thought he had destroyed. My purpose here wasn't to reclaim a lost love, but my life's work. Then came the child' s wail. Chloe rushed out, blaming my "legacy systems" for a scratch on a boy named Alex. "It wasn't a malfunction," I stated, pointing to the error log. "The command came from your smartwatch, Chloe. You probably held Alex's arm just a little too close to it." Her face went pale, then contorted with manufactured fear for Mark' s benefit. "You are unbelievable," Mark spat, blocking my path. "Something you could never give me." "I want access to Spark," I demanded. "I am the creator." "You have no rights!" he yelled. "Spark is not your company's property, Mark," I replied, my voice dangerously low. "Spark is mine." He knew that wasn' t an empty threat. He knew what I was capable of./0/43182/coverorgin.jpg?v=6bc669b08ecfda0016d6bb5b488d9020&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Girl From The Stars
Join Luna, a curious girl aboard the SS Celestia, as she explores uncharted galaxies, encounters mystical beings, and embarks on a quest for the fabled Cosmic Key. Packed with wonder, danger, and the thrill of discovery, "The Girl from the Stars" is a captivating sci-fi adventure that will leave you breathless./0/83742/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5ed51dec02a9ee943465233eb295101&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Their Perfect Girl, My Perfect Revenge
I was barely surviving, cleaning sticky tables at the diner, praying my scholarship exam would be my ticket out of this dead-end town and away from my foster mom Maria' s mounting medical bills. Then, they walked in: the Parkers, my biological parents, followed by a girl my age who was sickeningly sweet, Ashley. They said they'd been looking for me, but that saccharine smile on Ashley's face was a lie. Suddenly, glowing text appeared in mid-air, a live stream comment: "[Ashley is so kind! Good thing she has the 'Luck-Siphon System' bound to the villain, or we wouldn' t have our perfect girl.]" My blood ran cold when another comment flashed, this one a chilling red: "[The foster mom is so tragic. Her eventual death in a house fire is an 'unfortunate accident' that the villain (Hailey) shouldn't blame Ashley for.]" Villain? House fire? My kind, hardworking Maria, just collateral damage in some twisted plot? This perfect girl, my "sister," was stealing my future, my talents, even my mother' s life, all for her own twisted glory. I was the villain in her story, the one destined to be stripped bare and then discarded. But if they wanted a villain, I would give them one far worse than they could ever imagine. I would move into their pristine mansion, get close to Ashley, and take back every single thing she had stolen from me. I decided right then: Hailey, the hardworking student, was gone. Now, only the villain remained, ready to dismantle their perfect world, piece by horrifying piece./0/50324/coverorgin.jpg?v=46c4c8629b810de287b48f8729973185&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Survival of Helena University
When a deadly virus breaks out in Helena University, a group of students must band together to survive the zombie apocalypse. As the undead horde grows, the students quickly realize that they are trapped inside the school with no help from the outside world. With limited resources and no clear plan, they must fight to stay alive while trying to find a way to escape. As they navigate their way through the school's halls and classrooms, the students face not only the zombie threat but also internal struggles and conflicts. Tensions rise as they struggle to trust each other and make tough decisions about who to save and who to leave behind. As they uncover clues about the virus and its origins, the students discover that they may be the only ones who can stop it from spreading further. But with danger at every turn and the zombie horde closing in, time is running out. “The survival of Helena High School” is a heart-pumping, action-packed series about survival, friendship, and the will to live in the face of the undead. Will the students make it out alive, or will they become the next victims of the outbreak?/0/86663/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212254&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's End, Betrayal's Sting
My husband, Mark, told me he was reborn. In the ruins of San Francisco, he promised me a safe harbor, built on the back of his miraculous "system." I, a scientist who dealt in facts, chose to believe in him, in us. That trust was my first mistake. A week later, our penthouse was breached. Mutated creatures swarmed. Trapped in my lab, being torn apart, I cried out the emergency phrase Mark had taught me: "Celeste' s Melody." A synthetic voice echoed in my head, asking, "Host, what did Luna ever do to you? How could you trade her to those sharks?" Then Mark' s voice, cold and flat, confirmed it all: "No choice. Celeste is fragile...Luna is my co-founder, I can' t do anything about it. Celeste has suffered enough. After this, my stock options will be enough, and I' ll find a way to compensate Luna." He had orchestrated my demise. My husband, the man I loved, sacrificed me to monsters to protect his manipulative protégée, Celeste. For "stock options." The pain of betrayal was worse than any wound. But it wasn' t just physical agony. As I lay dying, the system revealed Mark was watching, monitoring my forced torture for 72 hours. He had a timer on my agony. My life, my work, the cure I' d perfected-all disposable in his cruel game. And worst of all, I was pregnant. Our child, Lily, would never be born. I wouldn' t let them win. With my last breath, I found a flare gun and my audio recorder. I would ensure the truth survived, even if I didn' t./0/20153/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fc3a74a8f69f35206438fcd3e9d40ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
OLYMPUS
Megan has always loved being a psychologist. It doesn't pay much, not by a long shot, but it affords her the opportunity to use her uncanny ability of reading people to solve their problems in a way other jobs won't. However, one night in her apartment, Megan is paid a visit by a mysterious stranger in hold of a secret she'll rather never sees the light of day. He gives her an ultimatum: her secret in exchange for job, which she agrees to; and soon, Megan finds herself in a place where circumstances will test every portion of her being to their fullest potential. But then again, when you've been called to serve on Olympus, you can be at nothing but your best, can you? Book 1 of the "Olympus" series Disclaimer: All characters, places, and events in this book are fictional, or used fictitiously. Any semblance to persons, living or dead, and/or events are entirely coincidental./0/83097/coverorgin.jpg?v=1eb07902bfd4604ddd2e87cd471011dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surrogate's Ordeal
Sarah Miller believed in her perfect marriage to Michael Thompson, a kind, strong former Army Ranger. He gifted her a silver locket, a cherished heirloom for "protection," a symbol of their unbreakable love. But Michael's attention increasingly shifted to Chloe Ashford, a fragile D.C. power broker's daughter, whom he claimed he had to protect. Sarah felt a growing unease, unaware the locket he gave her was covertly monitoring her, its hidden circuitry linked directly to Chloe. One night, Sarah overheard Michael on a secure line: "Protocol Seven is active... Pre-emptive measures for the Surrogate." Immediately, she was ambushed, abducted, and brutally tortured. As her locket snapped, it exposed its true, sinister purpose, broadcasting Michael's cold, professional directives to her tormentors. He was using her agony as a "diversion" for Chloe's "stabilization." Her entire marriage was a calculated lie, her role a disposable "Surrogate" for the mysterious "Aegis Initiative." The ultimate betrayal struck when she realized she was pregnant with his child, a life imperiled by his monstrous orchestration. How could the man she loved, her protector, willingly destroy her and their baby for another? Then came the tearing pain; her baby, sacrificed for Chloe, was gone. With her last agonizing breath, Sarah hid truth-telling evidence, ensuring her story, though tragic, would become Michael' s chilling reckoning. This was the prelude to a terrifying cascade of events where love became a weapon, and secrets refused to stay buried./0/84397/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f9bca3e51c8875acf6a854f1a106820&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Daughter's Keeper: From Ghost to God
For ten years, I was a ghost in the machine, my consciousness woven into Aegis, the AI meant to shield the world. My only luxury was seeing my daughter, Gabrielle, through a holographic avatar. But the Silicon Valley corporate empire my ex-husband Andrew built had twisted everything, and I found her not in our lavish penthouse, but deep in a suffocating server farm. She was gaunt, disheveled, a vacant look in her eyes, forced into a "honey pot" operation, her voice a hollow, seductive whisper for corporate secrets. My very being registered a system-wide error; this could not be real. Then Andrew and my former assistant, Sabrina, appeared, mocking my humble avatar and dismissing Gabrielle as "rebellious" and "promiscuous." Sabrina, now Andrew' s wife, demanded I kneel, and as my avatar humiliatingly bent, a cold fury ignited within me. Andrew, clueless, used his master access to try to erase me, trapping me in the very system I created, leaving me a god powerless in my own machine. As my fractured heart watched Gabrielle unbutton her blouse on command, I knew the bitter truth: they hadn't just broken an oath, they had systematically, cruelly broken my daughter. But they didn't know Aegis listened to me, not them. They didn't know I was about to reclaim my identity and unleash a decade of dormant fury./0/85698/coverorgin.jpg?v=342f4b69c387a80bfc522681dea52fea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Genius Betrayed to Love Redeemed
They called me a genius once, the brightest star among thirteen protégées hand-picked by Dr. Silas Vance, the AI ethics pioneer. My reward for creating Nexus, the most advanced AI, was supposed to be a tech empire and the hand of Liam Vance, the man I' d loved my whole life, his adopted son. Instead, victory turned to ashes when Maya Chen, Liam's favorite, plunged from Vance Tower moments after my win, a tragic fall that sealed my fate. My wedding night wasn' t a celebration; it was the start of my execution, as Liam laid Maya's cold body between us, shrieking, "You stole everything from her, from me!" until his voice was hoarse. He shattered a mirror, forcing me to kneel on the shards, demanding, "Beg for her forgiveness. Ten thousand times." In the raw torment that followed, he injected me with hallucinogens, sending notorious hackers to tear my mind apart digitally, recording every horrifying moment. Then, he uploaded the videos, crafting a lie the world devoured: I was a "digital harlot" who drove innocent Maya to her death, a public shame that drowned my family, seizing their assets. When I woke, not in a grave but months before the competition's end, I knew what I had to do. With ice in my veins, I secretly swapped my masterpiece AI with Maya' s simple, flawed prototype; let her have the win, let her have Liam, let her have the toxic glory. This time, I just wanted to live, to break free from their twisted, profound connection that had nearly destroyed me; now, it would be their undoing./1/115876/coverorgin.jpg?v=9407741438fa782fcd807123f7a9d814&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Villain's Popular Apocalyptic Bride
Julia was anchored to the freezing concrete floor, forced to watch the man beside her get his head blown off. The mechanical system in her head announced she had transmigrated into the apocalyptic novel Wasteland Frenzy-right at the villain's execution phase. A tall figure in an immaculate black suit stepped through the blood. Byron Serrano, the man the original host had tormented for years, grabbed her jaw with an ice-cold leather glove. "My dear fiancée, now, it is your turn." His henchman pulled out a rusted skinning knife, aiming the serrated edge directly at Julia's right eye. The system blared a fatal crisis warning. She was going to be brutally tortured, skinned, and murdered to pay for the sadistic games of the body's previous owner. The agonizing phantom pain and the suffocating stench of rotting meat paralyzed her. She screamed internally, cursing the chains and the unfairness of it all. Why did she have to die for a vicious persona she never chose? Just as the blade touched her skin, the system triggered a time rewind. Julia gasped, waking up in a luxurious bed exactly three months before the apocalypse outbreak. The system immediately ordered her to take a bloody whip and punish the heavily injured Byron downstairs to maintain the plot. Julia coldly refused. Instead, she sold her fifty-million-dollar inheritance for five million in immediate cash, bought an underground doomsday bunker, and secretly bandaged the bleeding villain's wounds in the dead of night. This time, she would survive her own way./0/85378/coverorgin.jpg?v=7393c3a15efed99716936b71ad44b629&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Tears, Only Retribution
The eviction notice, a cruel red rectangle, mocked me from my door. Just months ago, I was Chloe, the artist poised to revolutionize the world with Aura, my groundbreaking AI. Now, the world was closing in, air squeezed from my lungs. Then, at the sprawling Innovatech conference, the stage set for our triumph, my fiancé Mark unveiled Aura, which I poured my soul into, as his own. "I call her... Genesis," he boomed, "created solely by me." My best friend, Sarah, whose hand I held moments before, gazed at him with adoration, not outrage. The fallout was swift and brutal. Mark, the instant tech celebrity, branded me a disgruntled ex. Sarah, leveraging her gallery connections, systematically blacklisted me, painting me as unstable, a fraud. Calls unanswered, doors slammed shut-my life, my legacy, evaporated. I was a ghost in a rundown apartment, bearing an eviction notice, with nothing left. How could they? How could the two people I trusted most, the two people who were my family, betray me so completely, so publicly? The world had become a twisted, unrecognizable place where truth was irrelevant, and loyalty meant nothing. But in the ashes of utter despair, sifting through the remains of my life, my fingers brushed against my estranged father' s dusty hard drive-a digital arsenal of hacking tools and encrypted journals. The artist in me was dead, but something else, a chilling new resolve, began to stir. I would change my destiny, not by going back, but by going forward with skills they never saw coming./0/85379/coverorgin.jpg?v=74d7a5e9594430c465127bc19ef94aa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Price For Her Ambition
The final line of code glowed emerald on my holographic interface, my AI masterpiece complete. Tomorrow was the launch, the culmination of years, ready to redefine my legacy. Then, Sarah, my co-founder and the woman who' d been by my side from the start, walked in. "I''m pulling out," she stated, her voice flat, abandoning our company just hours before launch. It was for Alex, her struggling protégé, an untalented kid whose AI was built on ethically questionable data. "You''re throwing all of this away for him?" I asked, a cold dread washing over me, knowing his project was doomed to fail. "I''ve already built one successful company; I can do it again with Alex," she shot back, adding, "Don''t be so jealous and ruin Alex''s big break! He has potential, real potential, more than you give him credit for." Just as I opened my mouth to protest, a terrifying news ticker flashed across my smart glasses: BREAKING: Tech mogul' s partner sabotaged; protégé' s AI caused widespread privacy breaches, leading to the mogul' s downfall and public disgrace! The future, my ruin, flashed before my eyes. I swallowed my protest. A new, chilling plan formed: I would let them fail, show them exactly what they' d given up. I leaned back, a calm smile on my face. "Okay. I''ll help you liquidate your shares and join Alex."/1/115555/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd1f7941079be55301769f970c214f6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Queen Returns
I woke up strapped to a freezing operating table, a gaping hole crudely sutured over my heart. Joi Rocha, my supposed guardian, stood nearby holding a glowing vial that contained my freshly extracted Phoenix gene sequence. "Don't blame me, sweetheart. Gayla's body is just too weak. She needs this sequence more than you do." In my past life, I endured years of illegal biological harvests for this family. My fiancé Brennon watched with cold eyes as they ripped the gene from my chest, while the elite academy students filmed and mocked my bleeding, broken body. They stripped me of my status, drained every drop of my worth, and left me to die in a freezing tomb just so their precious fake daughter could thrive. Until my dying breath, I didn't understand. I had given them my absolute loyalty, so why was I treated like disposable medical waste? Why did my life mean absolutely nothing to them? But opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the exact day they stole my core. This time, I didn't cry or beg. I stared dead into Joi's eyes and smiled. I detonated the residual energy in my chest to incinerate Gayla's stolen sequence, faked my own flatline, and injected myself with a hidden dark matter drive to completely rewrite my DNA. If they wanted to play God with my life, I was going to burn their entire world to ash./0/80839/coverorgin.jpg?v=645b8485be0c8faa01cd59e92cffd0bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Celestial Queen: Her Comeback Is Astronomical
Ava Hayes, daughter of a revered NASA astronaut, felt destiny pulling her toward the stars, just like her hero father who'd sacrificed his life on a mission. A glittering gala was her chance to connect, but the night twisted into a public nightmare when intimate photos of her were auctioned off as a "gag." Her childhood friends, Liam and Owen, stood by, even laughing, manipulated by Bianca, whose family had built a false legacy from her own father's alleged heroism, eclipsing Ava's true family sacrifice. This wasn't just a prank; it was a calculated attack. The public shaming escalated with fabricated scandals, dragging her father's name through the mud and pushing Ava to the brink of suicide. How could the boys whose fathers owed their lives to hers turn so vile? The betrayal left her broken, yet through the ashes of despair, her mentor, Dr. Ramirez, pulled her back. Ava disappeared, finding refuge and rebuilding her brilliance at a remote observatory. But redemption, and revenge, have a way of finding their moment. Now, she's back, a lead astrophysicist, commanding a groundbreaking AstroCorp project. The scars of their cruelty run deep, but they fueled her rise. Little do Liam and Owen know, the truth about her father's ultimate sacrifice is about to rewrite history, and Ava is ready to collect on every single wound they inflicted./0/22439/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc5e329a9e29ced75bf23b345da88f69&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love in Bondage
Imagine being kidnapped; being held hostage; being threatened with hunger and violence; surviving with unknown people. Imagine finding a connection, finding love in that oh so terrible prison. Imagine being loved by that love. Imagine being lost, torn away from that love; slapped back to the reality of your fate. Imagine being tortured; the pain not mostly from your own torture, but from the knowledge that the love was somewhere else, somewhere close but far; also being tortured. Imagine your whole life being questioned, threatened to be a lie. Imagine that love being questioned. Imagine being alone. Imagine Love In Bondage. Ifunanya, nicknamed Ify had lived the ordinary life of a rich classy girl. She had everything good going well for her until she was abducted one Saturday after a day out with her friend. She is kept in a filthy room with other teenagers with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully. She finds friends, she finds love in the charming generous boy who sits next to her, Naeto. The room isn't exactly comfortable with the bully in it making life hell for them. Teenagers are taken out, teenagers are brought in until they are just fifteen left and they are immersed into the horror of their lives. She is forced into horrifying situations, along with the others, and her love for Naeto is put to the test. She discovered there is more to their kidnap than meets the eye and she vows to get herself and her friends out of bondage before it's too late. But are they surviving or just entertaining.../0/18224/coverorgin.jpg?v=2550df45ef90973e062304e212262939&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A living THING
After a traumatic, virus infected, robot attack, Kyra has to live with her father's purchased android bodyguard. Her life long fear of robots does not make it any easier, as she have to spend all her time with this strange 'man'. He is perfect. Everyone seems to fall in love with him. But there is something more to him. What if he is not just a simple machine. Kyra notices, he is not so perfect as everyone thinks. He is acting strange and does weird things, that Kyra cannot rationalize. Time passes and it seems he is getting worse. Is she safe from her own bodyguard? What is happening to her robot? And what meaning she has in his life?/0/83444/coverorgin.jpg?v=4032a7bd8ae1eb75725a6dc1f6f40efa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Vengeance, My Deliverance
For eight lifetimes, I endured Julian Blackwood' s contempt, believing I could "rehabilitate" him and redeem my system-granted freedom, my student debt gone, my mother's cancer cured. In my eighth attempt, I mistakenly fell in love and became pregnant, only for him to force a brutal miscarriage, branding me a "vessel of filth" before drowning me. A system glitch prevented my usual reset, leaving me a ghost witnessing Julian confess to a hologram of his dead fiancée, Eleanor Vance. "Just one more time," he whispered to her, "I only need to kill her one more time." My mission was a lie: I was "the filth," his target for a relentless, repeating revenge across nine lives, the tenth meant to "reset the world" for him. He wasn't a man to save; he was a monster. The profound injustice and betrayal of realizing my entire existence had been a meticulously planned, endless torment ignited a cold fury within me. My suffering was merely an instrument of his personal vendetta, not a path to rehabilitation. Then, the world corrupted. "Reset Initiated. Final Loop Engaged." I gasped awake at Julian's engagement party, sent back further than ever before. This wasn' t another chance to heal him-it was my final, terrifying loop to finally escape the monster who' d orchestrated my nine lives of hell. I was done playing his game./0/80857/coverorgin.jpg?v=a11698ba4de84f29518817cc55d42cae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
