My Highschool Romance Novels & Stories

Second date. P:S your hair looks so soft from the back;) XOXO YOUR HIGHNESS. /Your one and the only royal king of the High Navy Brandon magnificent and Sexy<3 I look towards Ash who looks so excited like Brandon invite him now me girls besides him giggling while looking at me. Oh God, this is so embracing I can't even talk properly with him how I am going to be his date. He is a hopeless romantic person and I am the most awkward person. "So can we start a class or you want more homework" Hodge ask while I am busy in my thoughts

I needed to accept that high school boys were just not that romantic—or even considerate. I was disappointed to have painted such a romantic picture of how my first time was going to be. The image was so vivid, so accurate. And it was never going to happen. It was just a dream. Maybe someday, when I found the right guy, it could come true. Now, I just didn’t care anymore.

They attend the popular school known as Spice High,,that's the dream school of almost every teenager in Korea and even other countries. Rose is not left out too,,but maybe her own reason why she love the school so much is different. She just want to be a star, She have always dreamed about herself becoming a popular singer and dancer,,but seems her dreams aren't coming true anytime soon,not while she's still staying here,,not like she have anywhere to go. She was still thinking when a hard slap landed on her face,,she fell down immediately since she was already tired from working all night. The slap came from her aunt,,,Tori

he said. "You know those cliché boy meets girl scenes? Like dropping books and reaching for it at the same time. Like being stuck in detention together and finding out your ‘mortal enemy’ and you have a lot more in common than you thought? Like your soulmate in question, dating the cool guy and you’re the dumb nerd that no one notices? No one but her? Yeah, I wish my case was the same, you know. Even as cliché and cringe-worthy as those scenes might be, there’s always some happy ever after. Okay maybe not always, but more times than not, you feel me?” He said, hands in his pocket as he walked down the road, still reminiscing on the ‘good old days’.

He smirked, his voice was strong, bearing an uncanny resemblance to that of the teenager who made my high school years a living hell until he left. My mind flashed back to the teenage boy who dropped a lizard on my desk just to get my reaction, framed me several times for doing things I never did so that I could be in detention with him. He was the same person that gave me a lingering and unforgettable kiss at the only night party that I'd ever attended. "High school? D-Dexter.... Dexter Hemmingway?" I stuttered and stared at him, this time it wasn't just a glance but a thorough scrutiny of the man who awoke strange feelings within me that night and traveled to another country some days late

I kiss him again. RONAN Kimberly has been happy lately,very happy, I've never seen such sparks in her eyes before not even when she was with me. She broke my heart,betrayed and dumped me. I know I haven't been the perfect boyfriend lately but I'm trying to be the best for her, I want to go to the same college or university with her,do everything with her. I don't even care what I want so long as I'm with her. I'm now the talk of the school "highschool jock Ronan gets dumped by girlfriend." Is the school's headline.

she introduced them to each other. "Glad you finally consider me as one. It's a privilege, really. I already know, Luke." She sighed, "Oh, I mean the first day of high school involves a lot of baseless forced introductions and conversations administered by teachers, right?" She placed the burger and lemonade on the bench, "I gotta go check on my grumpy boy. See ya, Ruby." Olivia jogged away, leaving them to themselves. "Baseless, forced conversations? I can't believe someone said that about you. I mean Luke Sharma? The hottest bachelor in the whole of Willowbrook?" Ruby burst out into boisterous laughter.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, and I do my best to focus, but I’m way off my game. My mind is teeming, my body strangely energized, and I make a vow right then and there that I need to stop reading so many damn romance novels. I read one or two a day, fully immersed in the escapism it brings me, and I think they’re getting to my fucking head. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but it wasn’t until I hit my senior year in high school I discovered romance. I’ve been a complete addict ever since. But this obsession has not served me well, especially since my particular tastes these days are always the kinky variety involving handcuffs and safewords and dominants.

"Looks like the poster was either a classmate or a fellow alumnus with Giselle and Jonathan. They know everything in such clear detail." "Puppy love is so sweet. How did they end up like this?" "The school rebel and a top student. Isn't that the usual trope in high-school-based stories nowadays? If Jonathan hadn't cheated, I could really imagine them as the main characters in a story." "I guess it's true that no matter how intense feelings can be, breaking up is the inevitable end. I had a crush on a girl while I was in high school, but I was too timid.

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.