Best Novels About Young Love Novels & Stories

‘You must have been married very young. ‘Too young,* he said. ‘I was a still a student, and in the best student tradition practically penniless. Anna was a year younger, sent to England to study. I met her in her second week, and two months later we were practically living together.* Claudia hated herself for the little stab of jealousy that caught at her heart. ‘She was different from anybody I’d ever met before,* he went on. ‘She was like quicksilver. There was something elusive about her.*

"Okay, I believe you. Congratulations, Mr. Young. You have successfully emerged from the shadow of the past." Brandon snorted sarcastically. But then, he laughed along with Briony. His love life was indeed ridiculous and tragic. Even now, he still felt sad. "By the way, what story are you writing for your new novel?" Brandon pointed to the pink laptop behind his laptop. "This?" Briony tapped her laptop with her flower-patterned nails. "A secret. But surely, it is very different from the previous books. I'm sure it will go viral." "Is that your love story?"

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

I needed a little more time to burst free from this rope and get out of this room. “This one should do too, she has such fierce eyes. She must be very beauty and her black hair too, I say he will like her.” Blaise said, and Ryker nodded. “Take her away.” Ryker said and the guards dragged the wolf out of the room. “That’s two out of five ladies, what about this one?” Blaise said and pointed to the lady next to me. “She is pretty endowed around the chest area. I am sure he will like her. I heard he is a party man, he likes them big. Alright take her.” Ryker said and the guards dragged her out of the room.

I was breathless, he always got me there. The moonlight spilled into the room and was our only way of seeing anything. The dim light was comforting and made every unexpected touch intensify. I loved the feeling of him being close to me. His words rather whispers made me feel things I never felt before. Everything about him is unique and special, I love him and I will always do. Spending time with him is all I want, I pulled him closer to me, and as he pressed my naked body, I smiled and kissed him, he opened his mouth to make the kiss, even more, deeper, as his tongue played with mine, I moaned with satisfaction.

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

The last time Carina had come back was a month ago, the day before her five-year anniversary. She never thought that so much in her life would have changed within just a single month. She'd left the place that gave her nothing but hell and gotten over the one person she loved the most. Tara had a head of silver hair. She didn't say a thing when Carina greeted her. She had already lived most of her life and knew as soon as she saw Carina that something was off about her. She pulled Carina into a gentle hug. "Sometimes, marriage feels like a prison. You wouldn't know what it's like if you don't step in, but once you do, you'll learn of all the sweetness, pain, and bitterness it can bring to yo

This apartment carried too many memories. The kitchen where she cooked after long hours at work. The couch where she and Lucas spent lazy weekends. The dining table where she sat every month calculating bills while Lucas promised her that one day everything would be worth it. Camila closed the suitcase halfway and stared at the room quietly. Maybe love really could blind people. Because she had loved Lucas Daniel Torres with everything she had. She met him during her last year in college. He was charming, handsome, confident, and funny. The kind of man who made everyone turn their heads whenever he entered a room.

Strangers lingering just long enough to glance my way and disappear. It didn’t feel like coincidence. It felt like someone was guarding me. “I don’t know who it is,” I continued, “but it doesn’t feel bad. It feels… careful.” Mara considered that. “Secret admirer?” I let out a breath of a laugh. “Maybe. Maybe someone from the publishing project. There were letters before. Poetic, anonymous. They stopped for a while, then one appeared again—with a gift.” “What kind of gift?” “A first edition copy of my favorite childhood book. The one I lost during the move.”

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.