روايات وقصص ضمن Best Romance Books For Young Adults

Something she wanted to share only with the man she loved. She had asked Marco to get her a book and Marco, who was understanding enough, brought her a new-age young adult novel, which had a lot of cute romantic moments. It took Marco some time to find a book that was fun and nice and not something depressing. With one g****e search and asking the teens in the bookstore which one was the best, he settled with the upside of falling. But Lise hadn’t even moved from the first page. She just sat out, looking beyond the gates.

Do not get jealous, idiot. “I’m going to take him into the corner and give him a little somethin’- somethin’,” the lovestruck girl says. Roxanne. I hate that name. I’m going to end this now. I’m going to go out there and tell her all about herself and explain how my Mick wants nothing to do with her and how she doesn’t have a single chance in hell at getting him into any dark corners. He’s mine, mine, all mine and nobody else’s.

He kept pounding until he finally groaned and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum, his body shuddering against mine. After we caught our breath, I straightened my skirt, feeling his cum already starting to leak down my thighs, and gave him a wicked little smile. “I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry.” Later that afternoon, I found her in the quiet corner of the university library, tucked between the tall shelves of old literature books. She was pretending to read, but her face was still flushed and her hands were shaking as she turned the pages. I walked up behind her and leaned in close. “Hey… about what you saw earlier.”

“You seriously don’t understand why I’m nervous?” Sebastian’s expression softened slightly. “I understand perfectly.” Before I could respond, he reached for my hand gently. “Come have dinner with me.” My breath caught instantly. “A date?” A slow smile appeared on his lips. “Yes, princess. A date.” Against all logic… I said yes. A few hours later we sat inside one of London’s most luxurious restaurants hidden inside a private section away from the public. The atmosphere felt romantic. Soft lighting. Wine. Quiet music. And Sebastian looking devastatingly handsome across the table from me.

His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

I never expected a library date to turn into this kind of chaos, but with Sophia, nothing ever stays simple. We’d been dancing around each other for weeks—flirty texts after class, stolen kisses in the dorm hallway, that one night last month where we almost went all the way before her roommate barged in. Drama followed us like a bad habit. She was the bold one, the artist with wild curls and a laugh that could light up a room, while I, Elena, was the quiet bookworm, always overthinking everything. Our first real date? A “book date” in the university library, because apparently sharing poetry under fluorescent lights was romantic. Or so she said.

“I know. I’m just curious. You seem like the type who likes calm guys — you know, the sweet, reliable kind.” Felicity thought about Leon — about his sharp grin, his bad timing, the way he made her feel alive and uncertain all at once. “Maybe,” she said slowly. “But sometimes calm gets boring.” Charity tilted her head, smiling faintly. “Yeah. Sometimes the wild ones are the hardest to let go of.” Their eyes met briefly. Something flickered between them—an understanding neither of them wanted to name. Then Charity laughed softly and changed the subject, asking about class schedules and hostel food instead.