Best Romantic Books For Young Adults Novels & Stories

Tonight I lay in the arms of the most powerful werewolf in the kingdom, his seed still inside me, his claim settling over my skin like a second heartbeat. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady breathing brushed against my neck, I found myself hoping — quietly, dangerously — that this new future might somehow be real.

Chapter 3 I stood in the centre of all the books in the library, my fingers trembling as I flipped through another ancient history book, the pages brittle under my touch. The ink bled in places, the words looked smudged with how old they looked, but the message was clear…royalty must marry royalty. Always. Without exception.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I guess this is one of the reasons Rose and I got along well as we both love reading Romance. While listening to The music playing in the background I started reading the book. It's a story about a young Sixteen-year-old final year high school student, Adriana who fell in love with Her schoolmate Simeon who happens to be a Playboy. I love books revolving around Playboys while because they often teach us lessons about life. Getting to the middle of the stories I often get to Realize the reason why the guys turned out to be Playboys in the first place. Most of the time it's often due to the guys being hurt by a girl they love or their family background.

Not that it was doing her any good. She reached into her bag and pulled out a romance book that she’d allowed herself to indulge in. It was a book she’d gotten from the library. When she was younger, before her transition and that awful encounter with her mate,she had loved reading. She soaked up every single romance she could find. There was something intoxicating about a hero who would do anything for his woman.

He smirked and did the unthinkable, he leaned down and kissed her deep and breathy. My pussy spasmed at the sight. At first she froze in place, then she responded eagerly. Her palms wandered over his chest, side, stomach as she rose on all toes to wrap her hands around his neck. He pulled away, their breaths intertwining. My pussy pulsed so hard I could feel my juices flowing down to my ass. “Our little girl needs a release, don't you think?” He said calmly, dark eyes swinging to me. I whimpered. My Aunty stalked towards me carefully, the sound of the lock clicking in place as she stopped before me, our eyes locking.

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

She is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”

Just enough to tease. Gregory’s eyes darkened. “You must be as intelligent as you are beautiful.” The word hung between us, and I tilted my head, letting my lashes flutter. “Thank you, sir.” When I reached for the business card he offered, I made sure our fingers brushed. Just a graze, barely there, but the way his breath hitched, the way his pupils dilated, told me everything. I was playing with fire, and I loved it. Adrian’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist hard enough to bruise. His voice was a low, dangerous growl. “That’s enough, pet.”

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.