Mystery Romance Novels For Young Adults Novels & Stories

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

The motions were automatic, her hands working while her mind wandered elsewhere. Placing the pot on the stove, she turned on the gas, waiting for the coffee to brew. The aroma began to rise, but before she could even take a moment to let the scent calm her, she felt arms wrap around her waist. Her body stiffened immediately, recognizing the familiar touch of Raymond. His chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck. Instinctively, her anger flared, a reminder of all the lies, all the betrayal that still simmered under the surface.

She confessed. “And I never liked it when you scolded me.” He chuckled and kissed her lips, she kissed him back. “I love you Maeve Cartel.” “I love you, Dixon Ambrose.” They laughed at themselves. “I wanna spend every moment with you, till forever comes.” THE END Thank you for reading Mystery Girl

"'Jane Eyre'? Really? Isn't this, like, some sappy romance?" "It's a gothic romance, which means there's mystery woven in. Read it." She grinned at me, stepping closer. "So does this mean I can give you homework, too?" "I guess," my pulse shot up as she got closer, "if you're nice to me." "I can be nice." "Yeah?" "Yeah." She lifted my chin for a kiss, and as our lips made contact I totally forgot I was still holding the book, which tumbled out of my hand onto the floor.

Casey, an 18-year-old girl, is drawn to her confident 24-year-old neighbor. After dinner, he invites her into his room, where their connection deepens. He skillfully guides her through intimate moments, awakening her senses and emotions ******************** The air was thick with anticipation as Casey stood in the doorway of her new neighbor’s room, her heart pounding in her chest. The soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm amber hue over the space, illuminating the sleek, modern furniture and the scattered books that hinted at his intellect.

“Promise to come to me if something is wrong, if an issue comes up at school or with some boy.” “Yeah… I promise,” I nodded as I reached for the pancakes on the tray. “Now can you go to work? I have to finish this delicious breakfast.” “Yeah,” she grinned with satisfaction. “Enjoy and have a good day.” I munched slowly as I watched her exit my room. She was right, I had a lot going on in my mind. There was a dead lady who clearly knew something that was beginning to prick my curiosity. And I might have just scored my first date with a really great guy, but there was this other one, this barrier.

All I did was stare as the death dragged me away from my fiancé. Dear Readers, Welcome to a brand-new journey! ❤️ If you've read my previous novel, A Twenty Something, you might recognize a few familiar names and faces. This story takes place in the same fictional universe, but it is a complete standalone. You don't need to read any of my earlier books to enjoy Luna and Alessandro's story. For this novel, I've also introduced fictional cities and locations to better suit the world and the story I wanted to tell. This is a dark mafia romance featuring mature themes, violence, and morally grey characters. Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and

I forced my brain to assimilate the words until I couldn't take it any longer. I loved reading, in fact I had huge collections of crime and mystery novels because they were my favorite genre, but romance and historical . . . anything? Count me out. There was just something about ‘soulmates’ and romance that just grossed me out and the fact that this book had both just made me hate it. I stretched and yawned as I reached for my bed. I fell on my bed, face down. I didn't bother with my purple and white duvet as I let myself fall into slumber, Kenneth's smiling face the last thing I thought of.