Xuanhuan Books for Women
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Dying for His True Happiness
In New York, everyone knew Grady Allen lived for me, Emely Harrison. He was my shadow, my protector, my world, and our future seemed inevitable. But as I lay dying from ALS, I overheard him whisper, "Emely, my duty to you is done. If there is a next life, I pray I can be with Kandy." My world shattered. His lifelong devotion wasn't love, but guilt for Kandy Paul, a woman who had taken her own life after he' d left her. Reborn, I found Grady with amnesia, deeply in love with Kandy. To give him the happiness he truly desired, I concealed my own early-onset ALS diagnosis and broke off our engagement, telling his parents, "I won't chain him to a dying woman out of a sense of duty he doesn't even remember." Despite my efforts, Kandy' s insecurity led her to frame me, accusing me of throwing her engagement ring and setting fire to the mansion. Grady, believing her, threw me into a muddy pit and later choked me, snarling, "You're not even as good as a dog. At least a dog is loyal." During a kidnapping, I saved Kandy, nearly dying myself, only to wake in a hospital to learn Grady had spared no expense for her, while I lay abandoned. Why did he choose her, even when his body instinctively reached for me? Why did he believe her lies? I had given him everything, even my life, to set him free. Now, I would truly be free. I married my brother, Jeremiah, who had always loved me, and left Grady behind, whispering, "Be happy, Grady. We're even now. I'll never see you again."/0/61217/coverorgin.jpg?v=0645613145f8aa70d27c4b050709400a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Borrowing Life
On the day of my daughter's one-month birthday party, Justine trembled as she held the baby, insisting on bestowing a "Longevity Aura." Before I could stop her, a few puffs of foul air had already been blown onto the baby's face. The crying erupted instantly. I frowned, hurriedly snatching the child back into my arms to comfort her. However, all the relatives present criticized me for not appreciating the gesture. Feeling wronged, I vented about the incident online, and among the hundreds of comments, one stood out: "Was the old lady psychic when she was young?"/0/38187/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7a588c6aca741dcc3f4feed12fcd789&imageMogr2/format/webp)
All-Powerful Doctor
Jiang Hao, a migrant worker, was betrayed by his girlfriend and seriously injured by a rich man. He accidentally obtained the inheritance of cultivation. Therefore his life had changed. He began to use medicine to save people, open the farm, make medicinal food, slap the second generation of rich and beat the bully. After the winning over the western medicine, he won glory for the country./0/82639/coverorgin.jpg?v=61458282a5333abd624fa22a63af24c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scapegoat's Return
Halloween night in the mortal world. The Rift, our fleeting portal between the Shadowlands and their realm, was closing fast. Spirits around me scrambled, desperate to return. But not Chloe. She stood at its edge, Ectoplasmic Flames – her rare, ghostly green power – roaring from her palms, forcing it open. She was buying time. For him. Liam. My gut twisted. Not with worry, but with a chilling sense of déjà vu. This was precisely how it all unfurled in my previous life, my destiny intertwined with her misguided devotion to him. A devotion that led directly to my destruction. I remembered every horrifying detail. Chloe, then my girlfriend, screaming accusations, blaming me for Liam's end, as she led the Enforcers straight to me. Right when I was on the brink of ascending to Arch-Spirit. The Enforcers didn't care for truth; they simply tore me apart. To be annihilated, merely a scapegoat for her idolized fool. The betrayal, the agony, burned as fresh as ever. Why did she always choose him? Why did I have to suffer for their toxic dance, not once, but twice? But now, I was back. Reborn to this exact crossroads, this critical choice. To everyone else, I was just a low-ranking Patroller. Good. Let them underestimate me. Because I understood one thing perfectly: I had a new plan. A painful, meticulous plan. This time, they would both pay./0/61883/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1efb405ce6de076beb3889fc939ab09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Avenge My Trapped Fairy Mother
Here’s the translation of the text into English: --- Mother is a fairy from the heavens. For the sake of Father, she stayed in the mortal world, creating a beautiful tale. But only I know that Mother was stripped of her feathered robe, the source of all her powers, and was forced to remain in the human realm. At the age of seven, I knocked on Mother’s door in the dead of night. She was barely clothed, her body limp, lying in the arms of Emperor Father, biting her lip in humiliation. She held me and said, "Ali, go quickly, and never come back." Later, she lay in my arms, covered in blood, laughing with wild abandon. "Ali, Mother can only help you this far." "The rest of the journey, you must walk on your own." I held Mother’s lifeless body, gripping the small knife tightly in my hand. "Mother, don’t worry." "I will soon send them down to accompany you." --- Let me know if you need any further assistance!/0/18411/coverorgin.jpg?v=2aa35970e8a19637a13a56a5e1267386&imageMogr2/format/webp)
To Walk The Mist
Ed is from the physical plane, a locked plane. On a quest to repay a debt, he was tricked into a place called the mist by the very person who gave him the quest. Now trapped in the mist, he travels with a witch, a god and the longest-living mortal he had mistakenly dragged with him from the physical plane to find out who he is to be hunted by the realm of gods and reach the realm of god eater to be able to return home. "Ya! Old pervert! I heard you have a disciple. Which training ground did you send him?" "it's definitely a ground.. An execution ground!" "old pervert. Your disciple is about to break through? what kind of pill do you want me to concoct for him?" "a good pill! His tribulation lightening, If possible, let's make it stay a few more days." "old pervert. Your disciple needs more tribulation lightening?" "don't bother! Tribulation lightening refuses to come no matter what unheavenly act we commit! Say, old Iba! I heard you got some demon fire, lend it to me to test it on him. If it's original, I'll return it."/0/86874/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5bd810dc55cefb66e73daf29f6e6411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife's Betrayal, My Second Life
Thirty years I gave the Miller family. Thirty years of my life, my talent, my devotion. And it ended with gasoline soaking into my clothes. "Our son was conceived using Alex' s sperm through IVF! Aren' t you mad? You spent your whole life raising my beloved man' s child!" That was Olivia, my wife, her face twisted with hatred I never understood until then. Our son, the boy I raised, stood with her, holding the empty gas can. A lit match fell from her fingers. The fire consumed me, the pain absolute. My last thought: Why? Then, I opened my eyes. The scent of roses and champagne, not smoke, filled the air. I was in a tuxedo. My hands were young. The date on my phone: ten years ago. It was my wedding night. Olivia burst in, screaming, "Alex is going to jump!" Her father stopped her, threatening to disown her. The moment he left, Olivia slapped me. "This is all your fault! You and your pathetic ambition! I' d be with him right now!" Her words echoed my death in the future. In my past life, I comforted her, promised to earn her love, built their empire, raised her lover' s son. They burned me for it. All affection turned to ash. I had been brutally betrayed, manipulated, and murdered by the very people I sacrificed everything for. Why had I been so blind, so stupid? Why had I devoted my entire existence to those who saw me as nothing more than a convenient tool to be discarded? This time, I would choose myself. I looked at Olivia, not as the girl I loved, but the woman who would murder me. "You want to go find him? Go."/0/60594/coverorgin.jpg?v=65b3a38994c3dde5fa342a064a9471e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fox Immortal
In order to meet Phil, I sacrificed my Demon Spirit. After going through countless hardships, I finally saw him. The first thing he said to me was, "Get out!" Not long after, I broke free from the mortal world and became an immortal. Meanwhile, he couldn't have the love he wanted and was trapped in the same place. I advised him to let go of his obsession./0/80713/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a87dd2c2edc8fa582ab8d2f36a377e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Compass, Broken Empire
I, Ethan Thorne, had quietly ensured my fiancée Seraphina Vance's family wealth for years. It was a sacred pact, tied to my ancient Thorne Providence, a legacy of power I cherished. At the grand ballroom, I sought Seraphina, only to find her locked in a passionate kiss with Marcus Blackwood. She brazenly announced our breakup, publicly mocking me and our past, calling me a "relic." Then, with chilling contempt, she desecrated our engagement compass, a powerful conduit for her family's prosperity, flicking it to the ground. The crowd snickered, their whispers fueling her disdain, as she declared it "lost." My heart, once bruised, solidified into cold, stark resolve as she deliberately shattered the compass, unwittingly destroying the very source of her family's fortune. She still thought this was about her petty pride or common money, completely blind to the profound act she had just committed. Unaware of the ancient force she had provoked, she laughed when I offered her a final chance to avert disaster, to simply pick up the pieces. Then, I calmly revealed her fate: her company would plummet by thirty percent on Monday. And for her new lover, Blackwood: a crippling leg cramp, within minutes. He scoffed, mocking my "magic," but then screamed and collapsed, writhing in undeniable agony. The lavish ballroom fell into a terrifying silence as everyone witnessed the brutal materialization of my words. Seraphina, her face pale with dawning horror, finally saw the terrifying power she had irrevocably unleashed. This chilling demonstration was just the first payment for her betrayal./0/18096/coverorgin.jpg?v=56968bcbcc2e98a75b79e1672d03eb46&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ultimate Heartbreak of Chef Zheng Mimi
After Zheng Mimi passes away as Yu Zhenzhen, she wakes up from her coma to find everything different. Not only had it been a few years after the last time she ate a rotten egg, but she realizes her family has fallen into poverty because of her medical bills. To add onto her distress, she had long lost her job at the restaurant Starlight, no longer a popular, famous chef but a nameless, poor chef without reputation. With the support of her family, Zheng Mimi forces her broken heart to the back of her mind and slowly begins to rebuild her life, starting with a simple restaurant named Délicieux. Slowly, Zheng Mimi regains her former glory as a popular chef, except this time, she is known to be an Ice Queen. The same Ice Queen that attracts the attention of many suitors, including a powerful CEO named Wang Jinfeng.../0/42137/coverorgin.jpg?v=96816b62e27e13bb2da0d9619460ace0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Immortal Or Demon：Who Is She?
Anna lost her memory three years ago and suffered a lot of hardship when she was exiled from the immortal realm. Three years after the disappearance of the Heavenly God, a girl with a scar on her face named Shine appeared in the human realm. She is an exorcist with superb magic power, like the Heavenly God back then, causing demons to fear. By coincidence, Anna and Shine missed the opportunity to meet three times. Three years later, Anna was found by her childhood friend, Yund, and brought back to the immortal realm. Just when Anna regained her magic power and memory, Shine was captured by the third and seventh young masters and sent to the demon realm. Anna goes to rescue Shine against all odds and the two sisters finally meet. Will they make up? What happened three years ago that caused Anna to lose her memory and Shine to become an exorcist? Will Anna be able to protect her sister? Will Shine forgive the seventh young master who cheated her or fall in love with the half-goblin Lucu who has always given his life for her? Will the demon realm eventually be eradicated by the immortal realm? Who is the mysterious demon who has been using them behind the scenes?/0/83041/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b82e8a668a83ededa5a35180d2f9d9d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Cursed Child to Trueborn Scion
For years, I lived in the hallowed halls of the Blackwood estate, a shadow. My supposed mother, Agnes, systematically siphoned my spiritual energy, gifting it to her own daughter, Claire, who reveled in every stolen blessing. I was the family's "cursed" child, scarred and suffering, my true, ancient Silvercreek power suppressed, biding my time. My life, a lie, a carefully constructed illusion of weakness. Then came the Founder's Centennial Gala. Agnes, consumed by hubris, decided this was her stage. She orchestrated a twisted plan: publicly declare Claire her biological child, and use me as live bait to lure a mythical beast, the Old Man of the Mountain, to steal its powerful Heartstone for Claire. I endured the unimaginable: dragged to sacred peaks, brutally mauled, left for dead, then hauled back to the glittering ballroom, bleeding and broken, a grotesque spectacle. Guests gasped, recoiled in disgust. Agnes beamed, ready to deliver her grand, self-serving revelation, believing her triumph was at hand. They thought me a pitiful, broken creature, a mere pawn in their twisted game. Did they truly believe I had endured decades of torment, of stolen life and power, only for a final humiliation? Did they think my silence was weakness, my downtrodden gaze surrender? I watched and waited. No. The pain was my fuel, the injustice my fire. As Agnes began her smug confession, I rose, not as a victim, but as a force. The Gala wouldn't be Claire's crowning; it would be the Blackwood family's absolute reckoning. I would unveil every single one of their dark, bloody secrets, starting tonight./0/21398/coverorgin.jpg?v=c81eb7bbbfe39a00a03213cb6f96171b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
