Xuanhuan Books for Women
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My Hundredth Death: A Mother's Vengeance
I had died 99 times for Ethan Lester, my sacrifice healing him with our family's ancient elixir, believing his promises of a future as his First Lady. But when I lay in my hospital bed, pregnant with our child, the truth exploded around me like a bomb: Ethan and his manipulative lover, Nicole, had meticulously planned my family's massacre to steal every last drop of our elixir and now wanted it from my unborn baby. My world shattered as I heard Ethan coldly declare my family's extermination "necessary" for Nicole's healing, plotting to "rescue" me later and lie about the gang who "took" me, while I was trapped, starving, and tortured. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, orchestrate such an unspeakable horror, sacrificing everything and everyone I held dear for a mere scar on his mistress? As the surgeon's scalpel touched my skin, with my last breath and a mother's furious love, I poured every ounce of my life force into my son, making my 100th death my final act of defiance, ensuring he would never bring me back./0/18249/coverorgin.jpg?v=eca0fb29dfb2083480375e0dda8cf113&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rise of the Demon Queen
The feeble eldest daughter of the Ran family and a widely-known good-for-nothing, Ai Ning was accused of a crime she didn't commit by her own family and fiance. She became a village's virgin sacrifice to a dying demon lord in order to quell his wrath. But an unexpected twist occurred when the demon lord formed a pact with her, and she was reborn as a demon. Two curses were forced on her. 1. All men who approach her have the undeniable urge to defeat her and win her hand in marriage. 2. If she doesn't continue to fight, her life will flicker out. What will happen when the exiled Celestial Prince gets too close to her?/0/85735/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbf965d06479e3b1fee085f563d8a847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: A Wife's Vengeful Return
The antiseptic smell of the hospital and the relentless rain were the last things I remembered from my past life. That' s where it ended-my body hollowed by grief, my spirit eroded by depression after losing my baby in a hurricane. But on my deathbed, a final, cruel truth echoed from outside my room: my husband, Mark, and his childhood sweetheart, Lisa, conspired to destroy me. They admitted using their own daughter, Chloe, as bait in the storm, knowing my "bleeding heart" would save her, ensuring I' d miscarry and become a "barren mule." They rejoiced in how I' d raised Chloe, their daughter, completely oblivious to their monstrous scheme. I died with their laughter ringing in my ears, my last breath a ragged gasp of pure, undiluted hatred. Then, I gasped again, a deep, full breath. My eyes snapped open. I wasn' t dying. I was in my living room, the wind howling, a news anchor warning of a Category 8 hurricane. My hand flew to my stomach-a faint, familiar warmth. My baby was still there. I was still pregnant. I was alive, reborn to the day it all began. The trap was being set again. I knew who was out there, waiting to be "saved." My nine-year-old son, Ethan, tugged my sleeve, pointing with manufactured fear. "Mom, look! There's a little girl out there! In the water! She's going to drown!"/0/37399/coverorgin.jpg?v=64641999f5845245eb3725e068feb0fd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Comprehension returns after ten thousand years
After ten thousand years of cultivation, he reached the pinnacle of the universe, and now he is reborn in a bustling city with thousands of years of memory. In this life, I just want to do what I want, protect the one I love, and make up for the regrets of the previous life. Twenty years after I rebuild, I can let the gods go to hell!/0/84131/coverorgin.jpg?v=71e13e4ef74cca057137fa2ae6300ea8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Mercy For The Betrayer
I was murdered on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death, and it wasn't by a stranger. My own brother, Matthew, stood by while his girlfriend, Sabrina, and her boyfriend, Anthony, took their time ending my life in a derelict motel room. Why? Because I got back the $100,000 Sabrina scammed from my foolish brother, and they called it "harassment." After I was gone, Matthew even helped them get reduced charges, painting them as victims. The cold betrayal broke something in me forever. Then, I woke up. It was the exact day Matthew first came to me, tears streaming, confessing Sabrina had scammed him out of $100,000. Echoes of the past, a chilling sense of impossible repetition. I watched him cry, his words a perfect replay, and a cold, solid rage settled in my chest. This time, I wouldn't save him. I would make them all pay, in a way they could never imagine./0/84800/coverorgin.jpg?v=59039bb21f4832892c80aa462c0bd125&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Second Life Begins
My soul floated above the cold asphalt, watching my own naked body lying lifelessly on the street. I was 30, a successful architect, but all I heard were whispers of judgment-that I' d thrown my life away for Olivia. Everyone knew she never loved me, that she was always with Daniel. To die like this, discarded and forgotten, was nothing short of a pathetic waste. Then, a strange, swirling pain, and I woke up not dead, but screaming, my left hand wrapped in a bloody rag. A finger was freshly severed. Before me, tied to a chair, was Daniel. And holding a bloody knife, cold and impatient, stood Olivia. My mind reeled: this was ten years ago, the very day my life began its downward spiral. The kidnapping, the torture, the moment Olivia chose Daniel over me, leaving me for dead. The memory of my actual death, the whispers of strangers judging my wasted life, burned clearer than any past pain. I watched her look at Daniel, her choice already made in her eyes, just like before. I was nothing to her. I had always been nothing. The desperate love, the years of pining-it all turned to ashes. Why was I back? Why was I forced to relive this cruel charade, knowing the tragic end it led to? The injustice, the utter pointlessness of my devotion, fueled a cold, hard fury I' d never known. This time, something inside me snapped. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I' d escape. I' d use every shred of memory I had from the future I' d just left, every bitter lesson learned, to break free and forge a life entirely my own, a life where Olivia had no place./0/86747/coverorgin.jpg?v=3cae98b77f0a1e99721d8d9abc4379ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Proposal, Her Two Choices
In my past life, a divine power offered my sister and me a choice between two life systems. Olivia, my older sister, eagerly chose the "Socialite Siren," while I was left with the "Independent Achiever," a system that demanded tireless, solitary effort. Ten years later, I had achieved hard-won but lonely success as a tech startup founder, while Olivia, having manipulated her way through the city's elite, lay paralyzed after a brutal accident. Her resentment, however, burned brighter than ever, culminating in her stabbing me repeatedly in a hospital room. My vision faded, only to snap open again. I was back at the moment of choice, the shimmering orbs presenting themselves once more. A cruel smile twisted Olivia's lips as she snatched the "Independent Achiever," believing she was taking the superior path and leaving me with the "leftovers." She smirked. "Looks like you're stuck with the leftovers, Chloe. Good luck trying to charm your way through life. I'll be watching you fail." This time, I almost laughed. After reliving the brutal isolation of the "Independent Achiever," I knew true independence wasn't about lonely hell. Olivia, blinded by greed and pride, had no idea I was finally free. With profound relief, I touched the pink orb. "I choose the 'Socialite Siren' system." This time, I wouldn't be its prisoner; I'd change the rules completely./0/84802/coverorgin.jpg?v=d595b39accd3fe2bbae126dfbf19ed35&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn, Redeemed, Relentless Revenge
The scent of gasoline and burning metal, the agonizing twisting of the car around me-that was my last memory. My sister Bella' s triumphant smile, seared into my mind as flames consumed me. Then, a blinding flash, and I was back. Not in a hospital, but in my old bedroom, years younger, my hands smooth and unscarred. The shock of rebirth warred with a fierce, tiny spark of hope. A second chance. A chance to do it right. But the past wasn't content to stay buried. The memories flooded back: my father, framed and driven to suicide; his legacy left in ruins; my life single-mindedly devoted to clearing his name. And Bella, my own sister, orchestrating my downfall, poisoning my family and reputation for her frivolous desires, egged on by her manipulative lover, Leo. The car accident wasn' t an accident. It was a calculated murder, a final betrayal. They left me for dead, my life' s work shattered, my body broken. The raw pain of that memory still gnawed at me, the bitter taste of betrayal fresh on my tongue. Why had they done this? How could a sister be so cruel? Then, the creak of a door. Bella walked in, dressed in a brand new designer dress, her face a mask of practiced sweetness. "Chloe," she cooed, "I need to talk to you about something." It was the exact same scene. The same beginning. But this time, she wouldn' t find a victim. This time, I knew the game, and I was ready to play./0/82857/coverorgin.jpg?v=93b17341f85c12f57bc1581f5611678c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Blood, My Destiny Rewritten
My blood is a secret, a rare healing gift, but in my first life, it sealed my painful destiny. Because I healed Ethan Davenport Jr., an ancient family pact forced me into a miserable marriage with him, a man who despised me and loved the cunning Veronica Sterling. Veronica, in a vicious plot, faked a terrible accident and convinced Ethan that only my special blood could save her. Blinded by his infatuation, Ethan ruthlessly demanded my life essence, forcing me to bleed for her, again and again. I died from exsanguination, my extraordinary power grotesquely twisted into the instrument of my demise. The revelation of Veronica's calculated deception and my husband's complicity was a shattering, unbearable injustice that followed me into the void. But then, I woke up, back on the precise day my tragedy began, granted an impossible second chance. This time, I will not be a victim; I will rewrite my fate, wielding my gift to build a life of my own choosing, far from their shadows./0/17987/coverorgin.jpg?v=2062688f4dfc11193fdb83dd8dd2e0d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kindred
Natasha Morozova was a renown Russian hitman. However, she was betrayed and died in the middle of her mission. When she thought it was over, she found herself in a fancy bed, being treated by small children. She discovers that she is a good-for-nothing sixth daughter of Quas Empire's Prime Minister in a world called Rulea. With the use of her experience from previous life, she sets off on the harsh road of cultivation. However, she is not the main protagonist of this story?!/0/85801/coverorgin.jpg?v=01049fc2267dcccd37f36a7c451e3c7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge On My Deceptive Bride
The cold prickle of the lethal injection syringe was my last sensation. Then, I gasped, choking on air, my lungs burning as I shot upright in my own bed. It was the morning of the day my life ended the first time. Framed for a brutal hit-and-run, I' d watched my family crumble and my fiancée, Chloe, look on with pity-filled eyes. Now, the date on my phone confirmed it. I was back. A soft knock, and Chloe stood in the doorway, smiling. Her presence, once comforting, now sent a jolt of pure fear through me. I remembered the courtroom, her sorrowful gaze-it felt like a prelude to my personal hell. "Leo, you awake? I made breakfast." Her voice dripped with concern, a perfect performance. My instinct screamed: change everything. I told her I wasn' t feeling well, cancelling the fateful drive. Her smile flickered, a micro-expression of annoyance I' d missed before. Hours later, I heard her hushed voice from the living room, tight with frustration. "No, he didn' t go," she hissed. "The point is to ruin him, whether he' s on the coast road or sitting on his damn couch. Find another way." My world tilted. The woman I was to marry was plotting my destruction. The cold dread of betrayal numbed me, then a white-hot rage ignited. I bolted, my mind a blur. I had to run, to put distance, to survive. But she was standing there, a fresh smile on her face. "Feeling better?" she asked. I pushed past her, fumbling with the lock, her voice calling my name echoing like a curse. I ran until I hit the street and called my best friend, Matt. He picked me up, confused but loyal. I told him Chloe was setting me up, omitting the rebirth. "Chloe? She adores you. Maybe you misunderstood." "I didn' t misunderstand, Matt! I heard her. She said, 'The point is to ruin him.' " He believed me, taking me to his apartment, the safest place on Earth. I hoped I had dodged the bullet. Then the news broke. "Police in Oceanville are searching for a suspect in a violent hit-and-run that occurred just an hour ago on Seaside Boulevard." My blood froze. Seaside Boulevard was nowhere near the coast road. But the face on the screen was mine. LEO VANCE. Wanted. Dangerous. My beer bottle shattered. "Leo," Matt whispered, his face pale. "What the hell is this?" Confusion turned to anger. "You lied to me! You were driving! You involved me in this!" The sirens wailed. They had found us. Just like before. The trap wasn' t a location; it was a narrative. And it had snapped shut around me again./0/80935/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f0ca7cee8dee0de47591f8ad134e02d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Betrayal to Billions
The federal courtroom buzzed, a low hum under the harsh fluorescent lights, as my fiancée Chloe begged me to sign a plea bargain for corporate espionage. This exact scene, these same tear-streaked pleas were painfully familiar. I'd lived this nightmare once before, framed by Chloe and her lover Derek, condemned to a brutal prison where I was left infertile, slowly dying alone in a cold cell. But this time, I was reborn, remembering every agonizing memory, every betrayal, burned into my mind. I feigned compliance, signing what sealed my supposed guilt, my heart a brewing storm under a calm facade. Chloe, dripping with false sympathy, celebrated, convinced Derek's narrative of my villainy would protect him as she took over my life, discarding my belongings and claiming our home as hers. She then imprisoned me in the building's damp basement, where she confessed the horrifying truth: she had systematically poisoned me for years to ensure my infertility, then brutally whipped me, counting each lash. The searing pain of the blows, the cold calculation in her eyes, mixed with the shock of realizing her long-term, meticulously planned evil, threatened to break me. How could someone I loved mete out such depravity? Yet, beneath the agony, a burning resolve tempered my spirit. Then, just as I was dragged back to court, battered and broken, seemingly destined for ruin, the doors burst open. Olivia Hayes, CEO of the company I supposedly betrayed, the woman from my true past, strode in, radiating icy power. She not only unilaterally withdrew all charges but then, to the utter shock of everyone, knelt before me and asked: "Ethan, this lifetime, will you marry me?" She remembered. And this time, armed with a second chance, our perfect revenge was just beginning./0/61154/coverorgin.jpg?v=68b935cac9a1cf29bb7c8deeb4a208bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking Free From My Abusive Family
Kyra has been unable to conceive for two years after getting married. The doctor said Kyra is malnourished and needs to eat "meat" to be able to have a son. Kyra secretly eats snake and rat meat every day behind her family's back. At six months pregnant, during a major anomaly scan, I discovered the baby has a cleft lip. There are also heart issues, and I suggested to Kyra that she should not keep the baby. When the child was born, it was a deformity, and the whole family wanted me to take the blame./0/83222/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f18d986025612433852184940d51e8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Hidden Power, Their Downfall
Elara Vance believed her world was solid: a devoted Lumin wife to Damien, and a proud mother to Kaelen, her son whose powerful Tier 7 Aura brought her immense joy. But that foundation crumbled when, in a horrifying display of ambition, Damien and Kaelen, with chilling indifference, betrayed her, brutally extracting her Lumin Core and leaving her for dead. She gasped awake, not in the afterlife, but back in opulent Lumin society, at the very Concord Gala where, in her past life, Damien had chosen her as his bride. This time, however, utter public humiliation awaited as Damien heartlessly announced his choice of her cousin, Selena Vance-a supposed rising Lumina Scion-and dismissed Elara as nothing but "Tier 1 weakness." The degradation deepened when community patriarch Alistair Thorne, driven by family "pacts," condemned Elara to a forced marriage with Rhys Ashworth, a man suffering from a fatal Aura Drain, a cruel ploy by Damien to ensure her quiet, swift end. The raw, burning questions of her agonizing death tangled with the fresh pain of public scorn: Why did they crave her demise so deeply, despising her very being as an insurmountable obstacle? Yet, armed with the vivid nightmares of betrayal and the shocking truth she now held-that Selena' s dazzling Tier 6 Aura was a dangerous lie, fueled by illicit serums-Elara stood firm. Her seemingly helpless acceptance of the doomed marriage concealed a quiet storm: she carried the forgotten ancestral secrets of her Vance lineage, ancient healing arts like "Aura Weaving." This forced union, intended as her grave, was now her unlikely battleground, her chance to not only survive but to uncover the insidious rot beneath their community's shining facade and unleash a power they never dreamed she possessed./0/23870/coverorgin.jpg?v=30112dcfc66f3c0f62a2afb4a3f4e808&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Watchers –Elementals
When the wild lighting was invoked by an unknown person, it throws the secret world of the Ànjanu– Guardians of the five portals to hell upside down. Mikel Adele, an Ànjanu prince who thought himself human was brought into the secret ancient war between demons and the watchers. But this time, it may not remain secret because the watchers themselves are picking sides and the wild lightning will claim its master. Adike Coldbreaker, the heir to one of the powerful portal watches will face her greatest challenge yet and also answer the question of what happened fourteen years ago when her mother died. Love and war power and ambition. What will happen to the human world if the wild lighting isn't tame? When the Watch Lord themselves take to the sky and fight with fire and ice, air and earth./0/85845/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f5c4f1028f778929d5a25fe47d6997c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Prodigy’s Last Dance of Love
The terminal diagnosis felt like an ending, a quiet period to a long, exhausting sentence. I, Ava, the world' s only true prodigy in data analytics, was dying. My mind-a machine that could map the future with flawless precision-couldn't find a single path that didn't end in a hospital bed. The irony was suffocating. My body was failing because my mind had been running at an impossible overload for centuries. Not just this lifetime, but seven of them, a secret etched physically on my chest. Then the doorbell rang. It was Liam, my ex-fiancé, radiating success as always. But he wasn't alone. Clinging to his arm, my stepsister, Chloe, was unmistakably pregnant. "We came to tell you in person," Liam said, his voice devoid of warmth. "Chloe and I are getting married. Next month." Chloe added with fake sweetness, "We wanted you to be the first to know, sis." He then dropped the bombshell: "I' m buying out your shares. It' s time we made a clean break." He was cutting me out, erasing me from the company I had built. I watched him. He saw my frail form, noted my fading life, and coldly assessed it as his final liberation. He believed my death would untether him, unleashing his supposed genius to unimaginable heights. Little did he know, he was a parasitic fool convinced he was the host. For six hundred years, I had been the silent engine behind his every success, bleeding myself dry in the process. Each lifetime, my illness and early death fueled his ascent, bound by a master-servant contract. He thought my dying was his victory. He was wrong. My death was not a sentence. It was a deadline. And for the first time in centuries, I felt not despair, but a cold, sharp surge of energy. He thought he was closing the book on me. He had just given me permission to write the final, devastating chapter. This time, I was ready to reclaim what was mine./0/81634/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0540d2093d418cfa80fb299a2444634&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruelty, Her Crown
For generations, my family bore a strange, ancient burden: the Karmic Concord, an ethereal tether binding one Hayes woman to a destructive "catalyst." For me, it was Julian Thorne, a man born to inflict torment. I silently understood that each public humiliation, every calculated cruelty he dealt, was a necessary cut, a step towards my ultimate soul's liberation. But his games grew crueler; after forcing me on a grueling, body-breaking trek for his superficial girlfriend, he then, without blinking, bruised and twisted my already injured leg in a remote hospital, publicly accusing me of theft. Left in agony, he abandoned me, only to reappear with an unthinkable demand: my healthy kidney, to save his dying lover, Brynn. His offer-a grotesque marriage, a lifetime of "care" under his thumb, knowing my own health would be shattered-felt like an insult after so much already endured, and for a bond that had just begun to loosen its grip. How could one man possess such audacious cruelty, expecting not just my spirit, but my very body, as payment for his desires, for a life linked to a lie? Yet, shivering, broken, and coerced into a cold storage cell to await his will, a profound, luminous dream broke through: a divine revelation that sacrificing a part of myself, not for him, but by my own choosing, was the true, final path to complete spiritual ascension./0/38160/coverorgin.jpg?v=10f94f6d1e1603b77efd72fed09b10c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Invincible God Emperor
He was repeatedly bullied by all people because of his powerless identity. In an accident, he occasionally gets a mysterious stone which contained a kind of power that supports him to become the brightest shining star in his Sect. He started from Luoshan Sect and walked to the summit of the world step by step./0/84883/coverorgin.jpg?v=32f21cf37db40ca178d9a815c4a61575&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed By My Maid
The last thing I remembered was the cold, the damp dungeon walls, and the raw, blinding pain as David, the man I loved, cursed me for Bethany' s death. His boot connected with my ribs, a sharp crack echoing in the small cell, as he snarled, "She killed herself because of you… you worthless woman." Broken, stripped of everything, I realized Bethany, my personal maid, had manipulated him, orchestrating her own death to frame me, sealing my fate. His final words, a curse of rot and forgotten names, followed me into the abyss. Then, I opened my eyes. I was in a lavish dressing room, in a stunning wedding gown; it was my wedding day, and my fiancé was David, no longer a brutal general but a charismatic tech CEO. A wave of nausea washed over me, because standing right there, about to be my maid of honor, was Bethany. The cold stone and crushing pain of my past life were vivid, sickeningly real. I was back at the beginning, the very day my destruction had woven its first thread. Clara, my loyal assistant, whispered, "I just saw Bethany… with David. In the garden conservatory. She was… holding onto him, crying. He was stroking her hair. It didn\'t look right." The pieces clicked into place, the exact same betrayal, the same opening act of their cruel play. In their story, I was the villain, the jealous, cruel woman. But this time, I wouldn\'t play my part. I would walk off their stage, and rewrite my own./0/38170/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfc3655e5e99e654b5fa024bff681f60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
