Best Romance Young Adults Books Novels & Stories

“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

“Shouldn’t come in? Shouldn’t tell you how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you? You kissed me back, Malia so don’t bother pretending.” “That was…” she stammered, hugging the book against her chest like it was armor. “That was a mistake.” I smirked, climbing onto the edge of her bed, ignoring the way she shrank back against the headboard. “Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like you finally stopped lying to yourself.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. I could see it in her eyes, panic tangled with want. “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

"Is this your boyfriend?" "No," I said too quickly. Jonah, still holding me, muttered under his breath. "Hoping to be." I shot him a sharp glare. Victoria's eyes sparkled at the tension. "Adorable." She turned with a little smirk and tugged Cassian's arm. "Come darling, let's check the antique bookseller." Cassian didn't say another word. He let himself be led away, the leash snapping taut ass the Dalmatian bounded ahead.

“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.”

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

“Your apartment. Now.” They barely made it out of the building without getting caught. The drive to Marcus’s off-campus apartment felt endless, hands roaming over each other the whole way. By the time they stumbled through his front door, they were tearing at each other’s clothes with frantic need. Marcus kicked the door shut and pushed her against the wall. His mouth claimed hers hungrily, tongue hot and demanding, while his strong hands roamed over her curves. Elena kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers pulling desperately at his shirt. “I need you so fucking bad right now,” she breathed against his lips.

“It’d blow up the company image, the family rep, everything.” I rolled my eyes, even though my heart did that annoying flip thing it always did when he got all protective and broody. “We’ve been doing this for two months already, Liam. Sneaking around like horny idiots. I’m not a kid and you’re not exactly ancient. Three years isn’t some crazy age gap.” “Still too risky,” he said, but his hand was already sliding down my stomach, fingers brushing over the fresh marks he’d left on my hips. His voice dropped lower, that rough London accent making it sound filthy. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting you every damn minute though.”

I pressed my legs together as I walked, trying to steady myself. The girls' words repeated in my head. Enemy. Consequences. Mousy librarian slut. I touched my lips again. Remembering the passion. The connection. Josh was worth it. I hoped. The night had been magical, romantic, and even erotic amidst the tension… But now danger loomed.

It is the point of Focus in this thrilling love story, And you will get to understand more about it later on. The main focus of Mr Black is Love and Obsession and how they vary and I am going to try my best to use my characters to portray this important topics, I hope you enjoy. Please Note: This Book is not suitable for readers under the age of sixteen as it contains, matured languages and mild sex scenes, Thank You. Characters: Grace Winters Leonard Alister Black JasonWalker Eliene Winters Loren Black Melissa Meredith Liana Mathews Austin Ms. Leigh

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.