Sci-fi Books for Women
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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.../1/124436/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260731193312&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./0/77818/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5660ef452c5b69a7738d051a3283f33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Last Howl Of New Kyoto
Riko is the last and most lethal product of the Alpha Protocol-a program she never picked, created in secret and sealed with betrayal-in a broken world ruled by hybrid werewolves born from genetic warfare. Haunted by fractured memories and sought by her own kind, riko reveals the terrible truth: the lady who made her is not just her maker; she is the one who ruined all she cherished. Riko is torn between revenge and survival and must choose whether to embrace the beast inside or change the destiny inscribed in her blood. But in a world where loyalty is bought and love is weaponized, trusting anyone could be her last mistake./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./0/84546/coverorgin.jpg?v=43de3d8af52438086f7bfa9e0823ac31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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=20260106212028&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=20260106195548&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=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?/0/84397/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=d464a8b80514f252420669619fed6dd4&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=49ca469dffef2df217495544d71a3103&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=20260106205921&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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