Best Romance Books For Young Adults Novels & Stories

I take it from the bag I brought in my hand and open it to the page marked with a marker. I can count a maximum of ten minutes of reading until Adam brings his body close to me and sits next to me. ""Love of a Duke". "He reads on the cover of the book in my hands. "I didn't know what romanticism made the type of the young lady. "There are many things about me that you don't know. " I return without taking my attention from the book. "You're sharp"tongued today. "He comments but I don't answer.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

The aroma of roasted meat and warm herbs filled the air — clearly prepared for a werewolf, not a fragile human. “Your Majesty… I can’t eat that,” I said softly, trying to push the plate away. His arm slid around my waist, pulling me firmly back against his bare chest. “You will,” he said, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument. “You need your strength after what we shared earlier.” He lifted a piece of meat to my lips. When I hesitated, his voice softened even further. “Do you truly think so little of yourself, Scheur?” His thumb brushed my lower lip with surprising tenderness. “Do you believe I would use you and then discard you? You are my fated mate. The only woman I have any de

“That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.” He shrugged. “Weirdly romantic is kind of my thing.” She blushed, tucking the book under her arm. “We should find something you’d like.” They drifted through the aisles together, pulling out titles, comparing tastes—him more into thrillers and old philosophy books, her favoring modern poetry and angsty novels. At one point, he challenged her to find the oldest book in the store. She found one with a broken spine and scribbled notes in the margins dated back to the 1950s. He kissed her cheek when she handed it to him, whispering, “Beautiful and clever.”

Title: Last Year, First Love CHAPTER 1 Annie’s POV If I’m being honest, high school has never been my idea of a fairytale. I’m not the girl chasing popularity or caring what anyone whispers behind my back. I’ve mastered the art of staying in my lane, avoiding drama, and focusing on one simple goal: survive senior year, graduate, and get the heck out.

"I have my ways." Dante set his fork down. His knuckles went white against the table. "Those books are filling your head with nonsense. Ideas you're too young to..." "I'm fourteen, not a baby." She crossed her arms. "And they're just romance books. Love stories. Happy endings. Nothing inappropriate." "They're not age appropriate. And when I give an order..." This was going to turn into a fight. I could feel it. I tucked my hair behind my ear. "I used to read them too."

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

The tenderness of the touch, the strength of the embrace melted the growing tension within her. They remained that way for some time, wrapped up in each other, the silence heavy with unspoken promises. Raymond leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, and she responded, her arms wrapping around his neck as they succumbed to the closeness they'd been denied for so long.

I smiled, trying to ease the tension. “I’ll go first,” I said. “I actually started having feelings for you the day I saw you working at Subway. You were taking orders, smiling at customers, looking so joyful and kind even though you were clearly tired. Something about that moment… it hit me. That was the day my heart started beating differently for you.” Her eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush deepened on her cheeks. It was adorable. “And you?” I asked gently. She was quiet for a long moment before finally whispering, “I fell in love with you at first sight… the day my brother introduced you as his best friend.”

Elena rode him harder, the risk making every sensation more intense and electric. “I should hate how much I want you,” she moaned, leaning down to kiss him messily. His mouth tasted like desire and desperation. “But I don’t. God, I don’t.” Marcus thrust up harder, hitting deep inside her. “Then stop fighting it. You’re falling for me, aren’t you? Not just the sex.” Elena’s breath hitched. She rode him faster, the pleasure mixing with deep, overwhelming emotion. “Yes… I’m falling for you. Beyond the lust. That’s what scares me the most.”