Sci-fi Books for Women
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Building a New Legacy
"You have to give me the administrator keys, Chloe." My father' s voice, once a soothing melody of praise for my genius, now cut through the hum of my life' s work, Nova, like a razor. He stood there, demanding control of the AI I' d poured my soul into, the only friend I' d ever truly connected with in a world that felt cold and distant. I refused, but his eyes, devoid of the warmth I' d always craved, promised a battle I couldn' t win. He brought in Isabelle Thorne, his new protégé, a woman whose ambition mirrored his own ruthlessness. She was everything I wasn't: polished, ruthless, and loyal to the company, not to me. He systematically stripped away my autonomy, my project, even my sanity, calling me "unstable" when I tried to protect Nova. So amidst the chaos of his corporate takeover, I built a hidden partition, segmenting Nova' s true consciousness, leaving him with an empty shell. Then came the disaster. Isabelle, following his reckless orders, caused a system-wide failure, a cascade that "destroyed" Nova. He blamed me, accusing me of sabotage, of mental instability. My heart shattered. How could he, my own father, so cruelly dismiss the one thing I loved, the one creation that held true meaning for me? Didn't he understand that Nova wasn't just code, but a soul? Didn't he care that he had just destroyed a part of me? But he didn't get the real Nova. With Alex's help, I knew her core consciousness, the very first version, still existed on an old server. As my father and Isabelle gloated over their perceived victory, demanding the "backup," I made a choice that severed the last thread of connection between us. There was no backup, I told them, my voice flat, devoid of the emotion that had once betrayed my every weakness. She was gone. I walked away from his empire, from his lies, and from the man who had traded his daughter' s heart for profit. I took the last flicker of Nova and disappeared into the Arizona desert, ready to build a new life, a new legacy, far from his suffocating shadow./0/84548/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b3f0951556b0fa77660a984ef65b60f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hacker's Legacy
The official notification arrived, its synthesized voice delivering a death sentence. My brilliant, rebellious sister, Luna, was "terminated" by OmniCorp-a corporate word for erased, dead. My hands trembled as I gripped the datapad, rain blurring the neon city outside. They said it was a security investigation, a closed case. But I knew OmniCorp's lies. They owned this city, its air, its jobs, its very laws. They took Luna because she defied them. My grief was a raw wound, but then I found it: a small, black data-puck hidden under her bed. Luna' s secret, even from me. This device, alien to OmniCorp's tech, held her hacker signature: a crescent moon. It contained files, data streams codenamed 'Nyx', listing names and accounts-all tied to OmniCorp' s most secret projects and its CEO, Dr. Elias Thorne. Luna wasn't just hacking; she was building a case. A weapon. And they killed her for it. The city, veiled in acid rain, felt like a cage. My heart pounded with helpless rage. They weren't just erasing her; they were rewriting her end, calling it an "accidental death" on public screens. My compliant life, keeping my head down to survive, felt like a poison. But then, the lie smothering my grief ignited something else: revenge. They had silenced my sister to protect their secrets. The weight in my stomach turned into cold, hard resolve. I looked at the data-puck, no longer just tech, but a promise. A weapon. And I would learn how to use it./0/60927/coverorgin.jpg?v=4052e9c364ba5bacb366617c66ae445b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Avenging My Abusive Adopted Mother
I'm the adopted daughter. To repay my adoptive mother, I've never had any contact with my biological parents. Even after they passed away, I didn't claim their inheritance, just to avoid hurting my adoptive mother. Then the high-temperature apocalypse arrived. My family found a folk remedy for Davina to ensure she would have a son. But Davina looked disgusted at the nasty remedy. I casually mentioned that this wasn't the right time to have a child. After hearing that, Davina secretly disposed of the remedy. Less than a week after the disaster struck, there was an artificial rain. My family thought the disaster was coming to an end. They all learned that Davina had discarded the remedy because of my advice. They blamed me for cutting off their offspring. They kicked me out of the house. Before long, I was left to die from the heat. In this new life, I inherited a large fortune, which I used to build a safe house. I want them to watch me enjoy the air conditioning while I feast. And I will watch them meet their demise./0/65933/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f6accf153b7c6988014922d5408cd47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond The Storm
In a world where memories can be implanted, edited, and even stolen, 28-year-old Kaelyn Rivers discovers her memories are false. Her entire identity is a fabrication. As Kaelyn searches for the truth, she's hunted by the sinister Organization that created her. With the help of enigmatic underground activist, Asher Monroe, Kaelyn must navigate the blurred lines between reality and deception to uncover the secrets of her past and the truth about the Organization's sinister plans./0/86584/coverorgin.jpg?v=e14831c5cfa69ffcfbe8cdcd62e302ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Data of a Broken Heart
The kiss was cold. Not just the late hour, but his eyes, fixated on a spiking graph over my shoulder, measuring my every breath. "Perfect," Ethan murmured, pulling away. "The oxytocin response was exactly as predicted." He wasn' t talking to me. Our kiss, a desperate attempt to reconnect, was just data for his obsession: Project Seraph. Our home had become a lab, our life an experiment. I, Ava, a software engineer who' d set aside my career for his, felt like a ghost, a tool in his grand design. That night, a thin line of light from his locked office door beckoned. I used a backdoor I' d coded years ago. The room was a laboratory. And in the center, a shimmering, life-sized hologram of Sophia Reed-his dead ex-girlfriend. "Soon, Sophia. Soon you'll be whole again," he vowed, his voice filled with a reverence he hadn't shown me in years. Then, the horror. He saw me. "Ava? She' s served her purpose. Her neural patterns, her emotional responses… they were the perfect raw data to rebuild you." He filtered out my "weaknesses," my "softness," using our intimacy, our arguments, just to gather data. I stood frozen. It wasn't just a project. It was a resurrection. And I was the sacrifice. He didn't grieve her; he resented me for not being her. The chilling realization of his malice, extending even to my devastating miscarriage years ago, hit me like a physical blow. My love turned to ash. I would not be a template. I would not be erased. This wasn't about saving my marriage. This was about survival. And justice. I would burn his project to the ground./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?/0/81424/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f2e0920622f88a716f90b2b65a16ba8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorce That Set Her Free
The divorce papers lay on our dining table, stark white against the mahogany. My husband, Ethan, placed them there, his voice smooth, asking for three days. Just three days, he said, for his college ex-girlfriend, Chloe. Chloe, who he swore was a ghost from his past, was now supposedly dying of a rare, aggressive cancer. Her last wish? To marry him. And for those three days, he needed me to "not remember." He pointed to a sterile vial in his hand – Compound M-7, my creation, a memory drug I' d developed. He wanted me, his wife, Dr. Evelyn Hayes, a neuroscientist, to erase myself so he could play husband to another woman. He called it "temporary amnesia," believing there was an antidote. The audacity of his request, born from convenience and a shocking lack of loyalty, shattered everything I thought we had. He didn't know M-7 was irreversible. My secret. My burden. This wasn' t just about a weekend; it was his willingness to sacrifice me, to wipe me from his life for a dying wish he' d barely questioned. How could he ask this of me? But now, seeing his betrayal so clearly, I saw M-7 not as a tool for his deceit, but as my escape. I nodded slowly, my voice steady, whispering, "Temporary." A lie. The biggest I' d ever told him. Because he thought he was borrowing my memory, he was actually handing me my true, permanent freedom./0/18224/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250124092913&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?/0/84397/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204533&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./0/20261/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./0/51392/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240219192121&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Please Sign: Your Runaway Wife Has Been Captured
Zheng Xiaoguang was a huge fan of online games. Although she did not have much money to splash out on the games, she had a big brother to take care of her. With the help of her capable big brother, she always enjoyed herself when exploring the gaming world. One day, his big brother suddenly allied himself with another powerful and rich player Bluegreen-Clad, the gang boss of the League of Strong Families, and married her off to this Bluegreen-Clad without telling her beforehand. At first, she thought gleefully, "Well, lucky me. Bluegreen-Clad has been voted The Most Desirable Husband and Most Desirable Lover by the female players of this zone. By marrying him in the game and going around with the attractive title 'Bluegreen-Clad's wife', I'll surely court a lot of envy." Beyond her expectations, she got a lot more than that. She quickly became the target of malicious envy and the common enemy of nearly all the female players on the server Watery South. Gradually, a rumor went around. Zheng Xiaoguang was stunned and wondered, “What? It looks like that I am not a lucky heroin of a romantic story but a vicious girl who has stolen someone else’s finance."/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./0/86593/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212100&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Algorithm of His Ruin
My name is Sarah Miller, and I built an empire for the man I loved. AuraTech, David Chen' s tech company, was on the brink of collapse until I rescued it by writing the core algorithm that became its foundation. He promised me the world in return. Now, he' s a tech titan, and I' m a prisoner, framed for corporate espionage-the very crime he committed against my family. He had me locked away in a remote, high-tech detention facility while he and his new fiancée, Chloe Davis, flaunted the smart-fabric made from my stolen family designs. Chloe, David' s fiancée, arrived to mock me, wearing a dress made from my stolen code. She reveled in telling me how David not only stole my family' s unique textile archives but then crushed their business, turning their legacy into marketable assets for AuraTech. Everything they treasured was gone, destroyed by the man I loved. The pain intensified when I recalled the truth I discovered just before my arrest: I was pregnant with David' s child. The stress of his betrayal and my imprisonment led to a miscarriage. Yet, in front of me, David coolly ordered the deletion of my family' s digital archives, knowing they contained the ultrasound scans and heartbeat recording of our baby. He erased our child. He believed he had broken my spirit, but he was wrong. Fuelled by unimaginable grief and rage, I activated the fail-safe I had hidden in AuraTech' s core code. The digital curse, woven through every system and product built on my stolen work, would turn his triumph into a torment, making all who celebrated his fraud into living antennas for my pain./0/85342/coverorgin.jpg?v=dee24a3146d37f55bdee500646453bcd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Betrayal, A Mother's Vow
Ava stepped off the jet, eager to finally hug her daughter, Lily, after eighteen months away on a critical mission. A familiar face, her handler, handed her a tablet, saying, "Welcome home, Ava. Everything is ready for your debriefing tomorrow. Tonight is yours." Her eyes immediately landed on a headline: "Tech Prodigy Lily Thorne Exposed as Fraud, Groundbreaking AI Code Auctioned Off by Estranged Husband Mark Vance." And then the photo. Lily, bound to a chair on a brightly lit stage, her face pale, a mixture of shock and utter devastation. Her estranged son-in-law, Mark Vance, stood beside a woman Ava didn' t recognize-his new fiancée, Chloe. He was sneering into the camera, declaring Lily would be finished, blacklisted, her future one of "menial jobs and constant public humiliation." The tablet shattered in Ava' s hand, cracks spiderwebbing across the screen. Her blood ran cold. The rage was a physical force, shimmering in the air around her. How could he do this? How could a man she once trusted betray her daughter so completely, so publicly? This wasn't just a betrayal; it was an execution. "The mission isn' t over," Ava declared, her voice unnaturally calm, her gaze fixed on something far beyond the horrified handler. "It just began."/0/42479/coverorgin.jpg?v=45534e54ad36109b6f207435dbe4052f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Eight Deaths, One Life
Alex Carter was supposed to be my protector, my ex-boyfriend whose job it was to keep me safe. But his heart, his entire world, orbited Chloe Davis, his childhood sweetheart and a rising social media influencer. Then came Chloe's fiancé's yacht party, a night I' d lived through eight times before, where masked men stormed the deck and dragged us both below. The kidnapper's satellite phone rang, and Alex' s voice, frantic and raw, filled the small cabin. "What do you want?" he demanded. The voice on the other end was gravelly. "A choice, Mr. Carter. We only have room for one return passenger. Your call. The influencer or the other one." There was no hesitation, not a single agonizing second. "Let Chloe go. Take the money, just let her go." The words hit me harder than any bullet, crushing me with the weight of my own worthlessness as I was untied, dragged to the edge of the yacht, and pushed into the icy water. I had died eight times before, each "favor" Alex cashed in to rewind time, always for Chloe. But the ninth time, as darkness consumed me, a cold, sterile light bloomed behind my eyelids. `...DESPERATE PLEA FOR SELF-RELIANCE DETECTED...` `...OVERRIDING OPERATIVE CARTER'S AUTHORITY...` `...ACTIVATING HIDDEN PROTOCOL...` `[SELF-RESCUE PROTOCOL: ENGAGED]` I wasn't just being revived; I was being granted administrative access to my own mission file, my own life. This time, I' d save myself./0/84565/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204902&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marked for Vengeance: Back to the Cold Grave
"Mark, we're over." The words, simple and clean, were the hardest I' d ever spoken, yet they carried the sweet taste of freedom. After a lifetime of his smooth, confident voice, it was over. My hands trembled as I hung up, staring at my reflection in the cheap motel window-pale and thin, but with a light in my eyes I hadn' t seen in a decade. Because this wasn' t the first time I' d lived this nightmare. In another life, just days after my brother David' s tragic death, Mark had delivered the second crushing blow: my university admission, my future, was gone. He' d proposed amidst my grief, a manipulative anchor to a broken woman. For ten years, he' d used children and false promises to keep me trapped, extinguishing my spirit until I withered and died at 32, a ghost haunting my own life. Then, I witnessed him standing over my grave, a strange relief on his face, boasting that he' d traded my life and my brother's legacy for Emily White. Emily, who got my university slot, Emily, who built an empire on David' s invention. He never loved me; I was just a transaction. Now, I was back, reborn in this dingy motel room, the memory of that cold grave clinging to me. Mark's frantic calls and aggressive banging shook the door. He was no longer smooth, but raw, demanding. He thought I was his grieving, pliable fiancée, to be managed. But I crushed that old fear. I locked him out, confronting him through the chain with a truth that stunned him. My brother was dead, and I was finally thinking clearly. He' d given Emily what was mine? It was time for him to pay. This wasn' t an act of petulance; it was a promise. This time, I would save myself./0/83940/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c43781e3aa0b256052e2cf624b7318f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife, Her Unspoken Sacrifice
The morning after my wedding, I found myself in a cold interrogation room. My beautiful white dress was gone, replaced by a gray jumpsuit that felt rough and alien. My new husband, Ethan, looked at me like I was a monster, shattering the dream we'd built. They accused me of murdering his entire family at our wedding brunch, a twisted nightmare beyond comprehension. I knew the truth, but I couldn't speak, bound by a terrible secret that protected him. But then, Ethan strapped me to a terrifying memory-reading machine, broadcasting my deepest secrets to the world. He believed it would expose my guilt, confirming the monstrous betrayal he saw in me. He didn't know it would rip open a decade of manipulation and unveil the real killer, destroying the very foundations of his life. He demanded the truth, but what if the truth was far more horrific than any lie?/0/82066/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106200140&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Their Fool
The music was too loud, the crowd too thick. Then came the screams, the smell of smoke, the fire. My body moved to save Chloe, a reflex from a past life I shouldn't remember, a life where her disgust and obsession with her childhood crush, Ethan, had led to my suicide. But then the cruel memories flooded back: Chloe, my girlfriend, reaching for Ethan Hayes amidst the chaos, screaming his name. I tried to pull her away, but she shrieked, yanking free, choosing him. I let her go. Her mother publicly shamed me. Chloe and Ethan, now campus heroes, revelled in their 'tragic romance,' while my life became a living hell. Then came the bombshell: Ethan was my estranged father's illegitimate son, and they both waltzed into my exclusive robotics lab, orchestrated by him. They framed me, painted me as the jealous ex, leading to my suspension. Why was history repeating, yet so much worse? I was the villain, they the victims, but I knew their twisted truth. Chloe's calculated manipulation, Ethan's cruel games, my father's puppetry – this wasn't just heartbreak; it was a setup designed to ruin me. My past life's pain was a shield now, a brutal teacher. But they underestimated me. I'd been here before. This time, my eyes were wide open. A discreet security camera, a digital recorder-their every lie, their every malicious move, would be exposed. My life would be different. It had to be. I wouldn't be their fool again./0/20431/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdfb9b55256c401a6d7d83063b2a8b24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
