Sci-fi Books for Women
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A System's Cruel Joke
My body was a battlefield of pain, every nerve screaming as I grasped for control. A chilling, mechanical voice echoed in my mind, a death sentence: "Mission failed. Countdown initiated: 30 days." I was Olivia, or rather, the soul inhabiting her body, given a second chance by a mysterious System to mend fractured relationships with Daniel and Ethan. I' d poured my heart into earning their affection, and for a time, I succeeded. We laughed, we shared meals, we were a family once more. My life extended, filled with a joy I' d never known. But then Clara arrived. Introduced as a long-lost cousin, she systematically dismantled everything. Charming, fragile, and a master manipulator, she twisted their love, turning their protective instincts to her, casting me as the jealous villain. My carefully earned affection points plummeted, and with them, my health. The pain began, a constant, gnawing reminder of their betrayal. Every attempt to remind them of our bond was met with accusation, and every tear from Clara sealed my fate. How could they be so blind? So utterly consumed by her act that they couldn' t see the real me, dying before their eyes? Was the past we shared, the love we'd built, truly so easily erased? As the countdown relentlessly ticked, a grim acceptance settled upon me. I was losing everything, abandoned by the very people I was fighting to live for. The fight was gone. But then, a cruel knock at the door – Daniel' s voice, impatient and cold. It was time for my final act./0/20261/coverorgin.jpg?v=a886de14839aea3568e105df035be93f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tattoo on her Face
Isla: A missing child who had been presumed dead for several years. Is she, however, truly dead? Tricia: An heiress and the daughter of a powerful Empire businessman. Was that life, however, truly meant for her? Violet: An Assassin’s Guild Founder and the reigning Queen of the Underground City. Is she, however, worthy of that title? All three distinct identities converge on a single fate. What if the enigmatic cold assassin and mafia heir named Seth happens to cross her path? Will Seth be able to figure out what she's trying to hide? Or will she reveal herself alongside him? Upon her sister’s death, she blamed herself for it. That she changed her identity in order to start a new life. She worked so hard to earn what she had right now. She became strong, powerful, feared, and respected. After many years have passed. What if a ghost from her past comes back to haunt her? What if the things she ought to believe isn't what they really are? Will she be able to deal with it? What if the people she's grown to love and care for have secrets of their own? Will she be able to accept it? Will it get easier for her in the long run? Or else fate will make things even more difficult for her. She had always wished to live a normal life, but that wish seemed to exist only in her imagination. For she is, after all, the girl with the TATTOO ON HER FACE./0/23182/coverorgin.jpg?v=20211228145254&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FRENZY: The Rising
WORK OF FICTION "Let's do this." Says Azie through gritted teeth as she stares to her acquaintances and gave each of them sharp looks and a nod. - Amara Azrail Freyja known as Azie 17, high school student from Marie university who'll spend 2 hours inside the detention room after kicking some bully's ass along with the headmaster's son- Arius Claeg and his little circle of friends. Little did they know that, everything started to fall into chaos as they soon found out what happened outside the soundproof average room./0/82881/coverorgin.jpg?v=73d43946ffdf86b0c6e1a509fcd200a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Final Goodbye to the Past
It was Valentine's Day, also my daughter Lily's fifth birthday, and our San Francisco house buzzed with her party. Her innocent wish, spoken in perfect French, shattered my world: "I wish Mommy and Daddy would divorce, and Uncle Julian could be my new daddy." My wife Izzy confirmed her chilling desire, and the subsequent divorce papers, the mere fifty-million-dollar check, and pervasive public humiliation felt like the final blows. Every person I cared for-my wife, my daughter, my very own parents-echoed the same brutal sentiment: I was nothing but a convenience, easily discarded. Years of devotion, of caring for Izzy during her coma and raising Lily, yielded only cold dismissals and public scorn. My heart, already weakened by a secret chronic illness, shattered repeatedly, leaving me hollowed out and completely unvalued. Was my loyalty a curse? Had I truly been nothing but a 'placeholder'? With nothing left but bitter pain, a mysterious entity offered an 'exit'-a chance to leave this life behind. But death, it seemed, was merely a new beginning. I awoke to a reality where I was reborn, the highly respected screenwriter Ethan Cole, cured of my past ailments. Until a ghost from my previous life, my ex-wife and daughter, appeared, ready to 'reconquer' me. This time, the game was on my terms./0/84504/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ec2bbe55106fbe22f2863b6ccbc7bff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
D.C. Descent: A Family's Fight
For five years, deep space was my home, and the silent, humming dark was my constant companion as Captain of the U.S. Space Force vessel Odyssey. But the silence from Earth was a different kind of burden. My mother, Senator Annabel Clark, was a force of nature, her weekly messages a lifeline of D.C. gossip and advice, often spiced with my sister Stella' s chaotic teenage energy. Then, they just stopped. My father's sterile updates mumbled about "chronic illness" and "privacy," but it felt horribly wrong. So, I used my Captain's clearance – a privilege rarely abused – to redirect a surveillance satellite toward our family estate in Washington D.C., looking not for signs of illness, but for signs of life. The feed came through, crisp and clear, showing sprawling lawns lit up, tents erected, an orchestra playing. It was a huge party. My blood ran cold. I zoomed in. There, on the main veranda, stood my father, Matthew Roberts, beaming. Beside him, my breath hitched: Sabrina Johns, his high school flame. And between them, a girl in a lavish white gown. Molly, Sabrina' s daughter. They were holding a debutante ball. This was a flagrant, public declaration. A coup. They were celebrating in my mother's house while she and Stella were silent. A burning thought ignited, consuming every ounce of anticipation the trip home should have held: They were in my mother' s house. I stormed to the comms station, unleashing a command that would send a silver needle back to the heart of the world I'd left behind. My family couldn't wait./0/83209/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e8860cf34e46fdcb5e01ee434823cb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hundredth Rejection
For seven long years, I'd been trapped in a rigged game, playing an ER nurse in Chicago. My mission was simple: get the hospital's wealthy benefactor, Julian Vance, to romantically reject me 100 times. The prize? My real life back in Montana, a massive payout, and a unique gift. I was so close, just two rejections away. For rejection ninety-nine, I pitched the ultimate absurd proposal: marriage, but only if I survived a risky medical mission. He always said no. But this time, Julian Vance, Mr. Emotionally Unavailable, looked me dead in the eye and said, "Alright. Seriously." My carefully constructed world imploded. My "game" was utterly derailed. Every desperate attempt to provoke a rejection only made him agree, sometimes even openly. Then the Vance Tower collapsed. I was trapped, severely injured, calling for help amidst the chaos. My comm crackled, Julian finally picking up. Relief flooded me until I heard his voice, sharp and impatient: "Ava, I'm dealing with Chloe's trauma right now. This isn't the time for your dramatics." He hung up, prioritizing his ex-fiancée's fake injuries over my life. The universe twisted. That dismissive click became my one hundredth rejection. My mission was complete. I died in that crumbling building, only to reawaken in Montana, rich and gifted. But the question remained: had I truly won, or merely traded one prison for another, haunted by the man I' d been forced to break?/0/19942/coverorgin.jpg?v=6489b1753b0c4cf2224e711ef7244701&imageMogr2/format/webp)
City of Wonder: A Channel Riders World Book
When his wife died aboard The Defender in the Matrovean attack, all Michael wanted to do was join her in death. He sought oblivion but the Guild needed his skills as a cartographer as they sent teams inland to survey the planet outside of the town limits of Haven. Pulled back from the edge of oblivion for one last job, Mateo promises Michael that there are plenty of things on the alien world that could kill him if he looks hard enough. Hoping for a quick death, Michael agrees, but soon finds out there is more to the survey than he expected. Will Michael find the death he craves and doom the rest of his team into the bargain?/0/82561/coverorgin.jpg?v=425128a88b9197f3dec17537b027bb70&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The 100% Lie
For ten years, I lived my perfect California dream. A tech CEO husband, a brilliant son, a sprawling mansion, and a System telling me my husband' s affection was a solid 100%. This was my hard-earned reward, my permanent escape from a gray Ohio past. Then the doorbell rang and everything shattered. Standing there was Chloe Davis, Mark' s college sweetheart, looking unsettlingly like me. My shy son, Leo, ran and hugged her, crying, "Aunt Chloe!" My smile vanished. My perfect life spiraled into a nightmare. Mark abandoned me burning with fever to celebrate Chloe' s birthday with our son, then shamelessly lied about car troubles. I found his phone password wasn't our anniversary, but hers. And when Chloe deliberately triggered my severe shellfish allergy, my own husband stood by, indifferent, declaring, "Chloe is pregnant with my child." The System still glowed with 100% affection, but that number felt like a cruel, meaningless lie. Was I just a temporary placeholder, an understudy until the original returned to play my part? Had my entire perfect life been a meticulously crafted deception? When the System' s emergency protocol saved me from certain death, something inside me snapped. The truth was unbearable, but clear. I was out. Time to reclaim my real self, even if it meant leaving everything behind./0/82568/coverorgin.jpg?v=784c7c1be7c68f0d5c0b2f9ff7bdc92a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding Fullness in Quiet
I stood there, presenting my research, my heart thrumming with artificially amplified love for Professor Alistair Finch. For three years, the "Aura Emboldener" patch had allowed me, Sarah Miller of the "Quiet Heart," to feel a full spectrum of emotions, to build a future, and to believe in our genuine connection. I' d gambled my entire inheritance on The Phoenix Initiative, hoping to permanently cure my lifelong emotional flatness. Then Alistair spoke, his voice smooth and utterly dismissive. "Sarah," he said, turning cooler, "this has been an interesting academic diversion." Beside him, Victoria Sterling smiled a small, knowing, unkind curve of her lips as he announced their engagement. His words hit me like a physical blow. My vibrant, borrowed emotional life, fueled by the patch, instantly felt like a branding iron. My phone buzzed: "Target unrecoverable. Mission failure. Await extraction." Extraction meant Reflection House, the patch removed, and a terrifying return to my "Quiet Heart," only this time, a profound apathy worse than before-a complete emotional flatline. How could my desperate journey to feel, my three years of intense, patch-fueled devotion, be dismissed as a mere "diversion"? How could I go back to a silent world, now knowing the joy and pain I'd experienced, only to feel nothing at all? The thought of this deeper silence, this absolute void, was terrifying. But what Alistair and The Phoenix Initiative didn't grasp was that this very blankness, this chilling apathy, would become my unexpected shield and my new path. With no emotions left to manipulate, I was finally free to refuse him, to see through their games, and to discover a truer, quieter connection awaiting me back home./1/115663/coverorgin.jpg?v=901fa8c8cd6c8741ab69c84ec51c3531&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Savage Alien Alpha
Cora crash-landed her escape pod on a brutal alien planet, only to be immediately hunted by a massive six-eyed beast. A colossal black wolf dropped from the canopy and crushed the beast's neck to save her. But before she could even breathe, the wolf transformed into a towering, naked primitive man with glowing gold eyes. He hauled her back to his savage tribe, where she was instantly treated like garbage. The women sneered at her fragile human body, and the men eyed her like fresh meat. The tribe leader's jealous daughter even handed her a waterskin laced with a terrifying alien breeding drug, hoping to turn Cora into a mindless spectacle of lust in front of the entire settlement. "Drink. You look like you're dying," the daughter sneered, waiting for Cora to lose her mind. Cora was terrified and completely out of her depth. She didn't understand why this lethal Alpha warrior looked at her with such dark, consuming possessiveness, or why he was willing to slaughter his own people just to protect her. How was a stranded human supposed to survive in a terrifying world where every plant, beast, and local wanted her dead? "BEEP! Critical Warning! Liquid contains high concentrations of alien aphrodisiac herbs," her implanted AI assistant suddenly echoed in her skull. Looking at the hostile tribe and the fiercely protective Alpha shielding her, Cora silently activated her tech interface. She wasn't just going to be a helpless pet in this savage world./0/35202/coverorgin.jpg?v=39e16d1b1a525d4d43f10fb7a45cca3f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Outsider
Waking up and settling into a dangerous situation, Jordyn Barker suddenly turned into a special soldier of the future, when the world had just experienced a terrible disaster with thousands of dangerous monsters always lurking human's life. Her journey to become a great soldier begins here./0/84521/coverorgin.jpg?v=01a7b1d709530ff6cebb33e88af8cf1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ava Protocol
The first thing I felt was a dull, persistent beeping. I forced my heavy eyelids open, staring at a sterile white ceiling. This wasn't home, not even a hospital-just a cold, modern corporate infirmary. Panic, cold and sharp, flooded my chest as I looked at my hands. Small. Delicate. Not mine. My name is Ava. I am Commander Ava Rostova, lead engineer of the Olympus Station project, a celebrated astronaut. The last thing I remembered was the decompression alarm. Now, the face in the mirror wasn't Ava's-it was a young woman with wide, terrified brown eyes, maybe twenty. Then, a news headline flashed: "ROGUE FACTION THREATENS OLYMPUS STATION." My heart stopped. My station. And the leader of this rogue group, "Aethelred's Hand"? My brother, Leo. The grief of lost time, a lost body, now twisted into raw rage. How dare he? How dare he try to destroy our legacy? The door slid open, revealing a cheerful intern with pink hair. "Mia? You're awake!" So, Mia. That was my name now. My mind, a steel trap, understood. This wasn't just waking up; this was something else entirely. I was Ava, the commander, trapped in a stranger's body, facing a betrayal that cut deeper than bone. My brother, my supposed enemy, was threatening everything I had built. But my memories were intact, my will unbroken. My mission became clear: I had to understand why Leo would do this. I had to get inside. I had to get back control of my station. My legacy was orbiting 250 miles above Earth, and I was going to take it back./0/84200/coverorgin.jpg?v=9146ffd1691ad5bda94860949fb375b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Toxic Inheritance: Sisters Forged in Fire
The crystal decanter felt heavy in my hand as I prepared to strike my sister, Gabby, believing she had betrayed our family. Suddenly, glowing blue messages appeared before my eyes, revealing a shocking truth: I was being played, and my brother Ethan and our supposed sister Nicole were orchestrating a cruel frame-up. My world shattered as I watched them feign innocence, and Ethan, caught in his lie, spitefully ordered Gabby to be locked in the terrifying wine cellar, a place of profound trauma for her. The realization that I had been a blind participant in my family' s monstrous charade, that I had stood by while Gabby was tormented, hit me like a physical blow. But seeing Gabby's pure terror, and knowing Ethan had tortured her for weeks, something cold and sharp hardened inside me: I was done feeling guilty; I was going to turn her into a weapon./0/85824/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210833&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Debt of Time and Tears
The flickering cursor on my screen was the only constant; my life, a developer' s dream turned broke reality, spiraled with every line of code that built debt instead of worlds. My wife, Chloe, a sharp, cold woman, shared my last name but not my life, her presence in our sterile home a constant reminder of everything we' d lost. Then, a black box popped up on my monitor, a simple command prompt with a blinking green line: "Cosmic Stream Initialized. Observing Universe C-782." It showed a live feed, grainy and unstable, of a college dorm room, and in it was Chloe, ten years younger, radiating an idealism I hadn' t seen since our own college days. My fingers trembled. Was this a hack? A cruel prank? I typed a desperate message, witnessing her jump, then her young voice calling out from my speakers, "Who's there? Is this a prank?" Overwhelmed, I learned I could see and talk to her, across a decade of time. I couldn' t tell her who I was: her future husband, about to be ground to dust. No, I had to be something she could trust. "I am a System," I typed, the words feeling foreign and powerful, "A guidance protocol designed to help you achieve your optimal future." She challenged me, "Prove it." I dredged up a memory, a story about her childhood dog, Rusty, about her hidden copy of "The Last Unicorn." Her face paled, then tears welled. She believed me. This young, trusting Chloe, the one the world hadn' t broken yet, believed in me. A terrifying, exhilarating sense of power washed over me. I had a chance, a chance to undo everything. I had to start with the man who would poison her soul and my life. My first directive to Past Chloe: "A man named Mark will approach you within the week... Do not, under any circumstances, trust him."/0/51759/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240229192208&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Book Volume Two
The Book is a work of a science fiction novel that starts with the concept of 12 stones that were made by the creator. These 12 stones have different universes inside of them. Now The first volume of the book has told the story of Cavil who is the stone of that universe. Inside that Universe, he is facing challenges as he is on a mission to find the twelve lions of that universe. For a better idea, this story can be read in The Book Volume One. Whereas The Book Volume Two is the sequel of the previous one. In this story the protagonist Rahul and his girlfriend met an accident. In the accident, the boy’s brain is damaged and the girl’s brain is active. So the doctors transplant the girl’s brain into Rahul’s skull. But Rahul has growth and fluid in his brain which makes him lose his mental balance. Soon the boy gets to know that he can talk to people in his brain. Later he goes to hiding where he meets Akir who is one of the 108 humans. And he tells him that he is the 12th stone. He has to combine all of the 12 stones and make a new universe. Soon the boy meets a few people on his expedition who help him on his way. He then meets his dead girlfriend and learns that Cali is the first stone. He is in a dead sleep as he tried to open the forbidden box which was only meant to be opened by the maker. But when the box was opened an explosion happened and Cali was injured and a part of him was detached and that part was formed in a new person Opac. But Opac was blamed for the explosion and was cursed that he will not sleep until Cali comes out of the deep sleep. And Opac took the brain of Cali and transplanted his brain in his skull and then Cali has been running Opac as everybody thinks that Opac is the culprit./1/124436/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed2cd72c2fa38aab439682d0db793e05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Cold Panther Alpha
I survived ten years of a brutal, flesh-tearing apocalypse on Earth, only to wake up in a damp, alien jungle. Before I could even catch my breath, a squad of heavily armed men ripped the glowing core out of a truck-sized mantis monster. Then, one of them shifted into a massive, two-headed black hound and cornered me against a tree. My energy reserves were completely dry. Facing a team of elite, beast-shifting predators, a direct fight was absolute suicide. So, I suppressed every ounce of my S-class killing intent, huddled in the dirt, and forced my eyes to well up with terrified tears. I expected to be interrogated or killed on the spot. Instead, the moment they caught my scent, the ruthless killers froze in utter shock, their hostility vanishing into thin air. "A wild female..." They whispered the words like I was a priceless, fragile artifact. I quickly learned the absurd truth of this universe: females were incredibly rare, powerless treasures worshipped and protected by powerful beast-men. Without missing a beat, I clutched my head and faked a flawless case of amnesia. I played the helpless victim, letting their terrifying, notoriously untouchable alpha leader carry me to his starship, secure my legal citizenship, and hand me the keys to a luxury villa along with a hundred million credits. After a decade of fighting for scraps, I finally had a ticket to a perfect, pampered life. Now, I just have to make sure these overprotective men never find out about the world-destroying power dormant inside me./1/116003/coverorgin.jpg?v=62ab00944d4850ddfbc71ce7cfd95c9d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forced Marriage To The Alien General
Allegra woke up in a sterile alien hospital with no memory, no ID chip, and a terrifying snow leopard General claiming responsibility for her crash. But a routine ID scan at a local boutique shattered her fragile cover. The machine shrieked, flashing a fatal red warning: NO NEURAL LINK DETECTED. She was a "Ghost"—an illegal, unregistered biological entity in a ruthless Hybrid Empire. The boutique locked down instantly. Heavily armed police swarmed the plaza, laser sights painting her chest red. She was dragged into a subterranean military black site, where a manic geneticist tested her blood and discovered the impossible truth. She wasn't a Hybrid. She was a pure Homo Sapiens—an extinct race whose mere presence could cure the Hybrids' fatal Psyche collapse. To keep her all to himself, the scientist lied to the General, branding her a toxic, mutating bio-weapon. Forced by Imperial law, the General abandoned her to the scientist's cruel custody. Allegra was locked inside a reinforced glass cage in the deepest isolation ward, waiting to be dissected. She huddled on the floor, trembling in absolute despair. She didn't belong in this nightmare world. Why was she being treated like a monster? Why did this madman look at her like a prize to be torn apart? Watching the scientist's fox ears twitch in manic stress outside the glass, her human empathy momentarily overrode her terror. She stood up and pressed her palm against the glass, perfectly aligning it with his. "Don't be so nervous, Mr. Fox." Instantly, an invisible wave of human resonance flooded his core, shattering his genetic madness. The terrifying predator was reduced to a whimpering, devoted puppy, pressing himself against the window in absolute submission. Allegra slowly pulled her hand back, her heart skipping a beat. Well, she thought, that changes things./0/84858/coverorgin.jpg?v=180567d06f9e47649696ea9f8ff0d5ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chloe’s Game: No More Mr. Nice
The air in my workshop crackled with the hum of servers, a frantic race against a deadline for the National Tech Innovator' s Competition. My revolutionary AI was finally ready, my fingers flying across the keyboard, when my older brother Ethan walked in, his smile perfect and camera-ready. He handed me an energy drink, "A little something for good luck," he said, his voice smooth as silk. But as my fingers brushed the can, a glitched red warning flashed on my monitor: "WARNING: Item contains a bio-tech neuro-inhibitor. Target: Chloe." My heart hammered. Before I could process it, my childhood friend, Liam, arrived with a delicate charm bracelet and another warning: "WARNING: Item is a remote data-theft device… Recipient: Sarah." Sarah. My biggest rival. The pieces clicked into place: it was a plan to steal my mind and my work for her. Before I could react, Brenda, the school bully, burst in, demanding money. A cold, sharp idea formed in my mind. I gave Brenda the sabotaged drink and bracelet. Ethan' s perfect smile vanished, replaced by fury, as he hissed, "You' d rather give it to her than accept my help?" Liam, playing the peacemaker, tried to push another bracelet on me, another link in their chain. The fear was gone, replaced by something harder. I looked at their deceptive faces, my brother and my best friend, united against me. "No, thank you, Liam," I said, my voice clear and void of emotion, meeting Ethan' s furious gaze. This wasn' t a surrender. Their game was over. Mine was just beginning./0/84538/coverorgin.jpg?v=e873ab244061ab41b5a34afefa4e4286&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Building a Second Life
The cold seeped into my bones, each beat of the heart monitor a countdown to my end. My name is Ethan Miller, and I was dying, wasted by an illness the doctors couldn't explain. The System, an emotionless voice in my head, confirmed my mission failure: I had refused to play the villain, refused to hurt my adoptive aunt, Eleanor Vance, the woman I loved with everything I had. My reward for being the "good guy" was this hospital bed, my body shutting down because I wouldn't sabotage Eleanor' s perfect romance with the sculptor Liam Stone. The door opened, and Eleanor entered, radiant in a tailored dress, her arm linked with Liam' s. Her voice, smooth and practiced, feigned concern, but her eyes held impatience and distaste. She played the grieving aunt, while Liam, naive and kind, looked at me with pity. I rasped out that I was fine, but Eleanor, with a cruel smile, claimed the doctor said it wasn't looking good. She then held up a wooden bird, a phoenix I had carved for her years ago, a symbol of hope. On a live news broadcast, she declared it a symbol of "misguided love," then nonchalantly tossed it into a staged fireplace, burning my creation, my heart, to ashes. As the monitor flatlined and the System bond terminated, her triumphant smile was the last thing I saw. The rage was a physical thing, burning hotter than any fever. But then, a new, ancient voice offered me a second chance, a Rebirth Protocol. This time, I would embrace my designated role as the villain, and survive./0/84214/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204013&imageMogr2/format/webp)
