Highschool Romance Novels & Stories

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

I'm lucky to have friends like this. I rest on my bed to do nothing in particular but ended up sleeping till morning. I took a shower and went to school. School without Alexis was the worst. It totally sucked. It did help that the week flew by and that prom was tonight and our graduation tomorrow morning. I planned to stay indoors to watch shitty romance movies and in the few I watched, I noticed that the girl always runs back to her love during prom or graduation. If Alexis was going to run to me she should wait till tomorrow but for now I shove a big scoop of ice cream in my mouth.

we were until our junior year in high school every thing change and she started behaving like she was attack by a zombie. Zombie land double tap cool movie. Chole wasn't cool she was opposite of that hot....eww not that type of hot...hot as in volcano eruption hot. It like she hated seeing me happy for some unhuman reason and that why now I try my best to always appear sad in her presence so she wouldn't know what going on about me and try her best to destroy me. I snapped out of another murderous thought about chole. Maybe I should write a book about1000ways to kill chole.

He made me feel alive once again, made me realize I could be happy, he always told me not to think of my dad as a missing part. “He lives in you” was exactly his usual statement. I was only happy after he came into my life. What do you say about high school love? Happily ever after? Hahaha, funny! Do you think a girl and a boy will fall in love at 17 and spend the rest of their lives together? Bullshit! What happens to all the love? Your prom date? Those were our vulnerable days, we want to explore, meet new people, try new things, not everyone marries their high school sweetheart, well except the lucky ones.

Seven years of disappearance only for him to appear again and expect me to come running into his arms like a little girl who has been awaiting the arrival of her father. Sitting down on the sofa, now relaxed, my eyes were glued to the TV drama going on. It was a movie about a high school for elites and rich kids where two students who come from an average background have to prove to them that not only the rich kids are privileged to have whatever they want. In the process and in between the ups and downs, the two students fall in love. As I popped a cheese ball into my mouth, I heard shuffled footsteps behind me, plus a strong smell of strawberry shampoo. My favorite kind of shampoo. What is

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

He didn’t look away until I sat down. Halfway through class he made us break into pairs to discuss a short story about obsession. The blonde from yesterday—Chloe—ended up next to me. She kept glancing at the front of the room. “God, he’s hot when he’s serious,” she whispered. “I had a dream about him last night. Do you think he dates students?” My stomach twisted. I smiled with too many teeth. “Probably not. He’s married.” She shrugged. “Married men still fuck. Especially the quiet ones.”

He leaned in, his mouth inches from mine, and everything inside me screamed to close that distance. I could feel it the almost inevitable. And then footsteps passed at the end of the hallway, voices carrying. We snapped apart, too quick, like guilty kids. His smirk didn’t fade though. If anything, it deepened. “Not here,” he said, voice threaded with amusement and something heavier. I hated how shaky my laugh sounded. “You’re insufferable.” “Yeah,” he agreed easily. “But you like it.” Back in the main room, the lights felt too bright, the music too loud. I couldn’t stop touching my lips like I needed proof nothing had actually happened. People were watching us and whispering. I couldn’t tell

Almost mattered. I told myself not to look again. I looked anyway. His laugh reached me before his eyes did, low and familiar, and when he finally glanced up, our gazes collided without warning. The moment hit harder than it should have. He didn’t smile. He didn’t look away. Neither did I. Something tightened painfully in my chest. It wasn’t attraction alone. It was recognition. As if some quiet truth we’d both been avoiding had finally decided to show itself publicly, mercilessly on the first day of senior year.