Good Romance Books For Young Adults Novels & Stories

“Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.” “But then they almost always take the bastard who rejected them back,” I countered. “That’s the mate bond. It’s how it works. Besides, I’m not reading a werewolf novel at the moment.” Nate and Kam had come in by then. “So, what kind of novel are you reading?” Nate asked. “It’s a forbidden love story,” she answered. I glanced at Kam, and we smirked. “So, is she underage, or are they related?” he asked.

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His presence filled the room like thick smoke, suffocating yet intoxicating. “What should I offer you?” he repeated, his voice smooth as silk. “You,” I said before I could stop myself. His smirk deepened, and in two strides he was in front of me. His fingers tilted my chin upward, forcing my gaze to meet his. Those eyes burned with something dark, something hungry. “You never fail to tempt me, Jade.” His words brushed my lips like a touch. Before I could breathe, his mouth crashed against mine. The kiss was hot, desperate, claiming. I melted into it, my hands sliding up the firm planes of his chest, tracing every ridge of muscle. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my s

Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it. She moved straight toward Damien without hesitation and threw her arms around him. “Darling,” she breathed against his chest, smiling brightly. My body went completely still. ———————— AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW HI readers, if you’re loving this particular story so far, I want you to comment below or go to the dashboard and comment so more readers can be attracted to read my book and you’ll as well, help this poor author in your own little way. Thank youuuu

From euphoria when she got the letter, to weariness after receiving her grandparents' call, and apprehension when she encountered those men from the hood, but right now, as she looked into Julian's eyes, she didn't feel any of those emotions. All she saw were stars. Fire that burned in them, the same way it burned in hers. She hoisted her head up again, pressing her lips to his, daring to kiss him the second time, and to her surprise, he yielded. Her face brightened with smiles. His lips moved over hers lazily, pausing for a fraction of a second, like he was trying to shut off all forms of restrictions that were hollering in his head. Slowly, he resumed the movement of his mouth on hers, dee

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Unable to fight the pull between us any longer, I crossed the distance in two quick steps and threw myself into his arms. He caught me effortlessly, one arm circling my waist while the other rested securely against my back. A soft laugh escaped me as he steadied us, his forehead brushing mine before our lips finally met. The kiss started slow, almost hesitant, but months of longing quickly took over. Every kiss became deeper than the last, each one carrying everything we hadn’t been able to say. I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, refusing to let him go.

Every time Alexander’s knee brushed mine under the table, I felt guilty and turned on at the same time. After lunch, Alexander pulled me into an empty stairwell between buildings. “I saw how he looked at you,” he said, backing me against the wall. His hand slid under my skirt. “You’re mine.” We didn’t have long. He fingered me quickly until I came on his hand, biting his shoulder to stay quiet. Then he kissed me hard and we went our separate ways to afternoon classes. ***** The library that night felt even riskier. We went back to the basement stacks, pretending to study in a far corner. But within twenty minutes his hand was between my legs under the table again.