Novel & Cerita Novel Teenlit Who Am I

Books by John Grisham, Sidney Sheldon, Colleen Hoover, James Patterson and Ted Dekker. Jamaal Amir Haidar reads novels, crime most especially. I'm even shocked to see he reads Colleen Hoover's books too. I picked one of the books and began to smell the fresh scent of newly printed books. The door opened suddenly, Jamaal stepped in with little Ahmad in his arms. The little boy had his hands wrapped around his brother's neck. I stared at Jamaal in shock, seeing Jamaal holding his younger brother, trying to lure him to sleep shocked me.

Phoebe hastily scribbled down an address, her face full of sincerity. "This is my mother's address. She's the one who did this. I don't know anything about it." I asked, "Your mother? If you can contact her, why are you living in an orphanage?" Unexpectedly, Phoebe suddenly started banging her head frantically like a madwoman. "I don't know, I really don't… Mrs. Shaw, please go find her…"

“I hate when you talk about crafting of any sorts, don’t tell me any thing about that subject “. She giggled cutely. “I think you only hate it cause you failed it “. “And I failed it cause I hate it, period” “Hey guys”. A high tone cheer erupted as Amaya stepped into the classroom going over to meet her two close friends. Amaya Knights. The only child of Lucas and Chloe knights. With her blonde hair, and brown beautiful eyes, she is often thought as a sweetheart but she is quite the opposite. She often dons the character of her mother as she is quite the troublesome type. “Oh great, it’s Amaya “. Jana muttered un happily. She wasn’t that excited to see her.

“What do you want to be? I found myself asking suddenly taking interest in this cute young girl. “I want to become a warrior.” “A great warrior fighting against evil.” She clenched her fists and flexed her slender arms with a serious expression that looked more adorable than intimidating. “I have the potential to become a warrior, right, Big Sister?” she asked. I found myself nodding in affirmation. “What’s your name?” I suddenly asked, already finding myself liking this strange girl with her cute and childish personality. “Sorry, my bad,” she replied. “My name is Amelia.” She smiled brightly before asking,

“Really? Bitch, try harder to convince us you don’t know anything about elemental wolves.” “That I know of. Amelia is one of them, but me?” She pointed at herself. “Me? A bully, mean girl. I know what kind of person I was. I don’t deserve it, and I’m not. I’m sure this is all a mistake. Maybe I got struck by the power of the book last night, and it will vanish sooner.” “Well, that, we can all agree. You don’t deserve it.” I groaned at Theia. “Fine. I’m gonna zip my mouth.” She did with a gesture of her fingers.

“Long ago, the Fae told of a girl born with the Ember Vein — fire in her blood, power in her heart. A girl who would tip the balance between light and shadow.” “That’s not me,” she whispered. “That can’t be me.” He moved beside her, his voice calm but firm. “The moment I saw you in the woods, I felt it. You were glowing with it. You didn’t just survive the bite, Evelynn — you awoke it.” She backed away, the walls suddenly too close. “No. I’m just a girl. I go to school. I hate math. I eat way too much chocolate when I’m anxious. I’m not…”

I kicked off Selene’s heels and padded to the balcony. Grandma wants a baby machine. Cassian wants a mannequin. Marcella wants a library sold for scrap. But out here, with salt on my skin and Clarisse’s napkin in my pocket? I am Amara Veyron. Five years old, building blanket forts. Fifteen years old, tracing scars in library dust. Twenty years old, surviving caviar blinis and rhino horns. And I will not be fattened into silence.

If not for school, I was sure I’d be stuck in my bed, sleeping or reading books from Monday to Monday, just like I was doing now. I don't go out, and it never bothers me. I'm always lazy in that category. Amy is lucky—at least she and her family always visit her granny every Saturday and Sunday. But since I’ve got parents who are more focused on work than spending time with their daughter, I stick with my bed. I spent hours reading a storybook by Jenny Han. She's my favorite author, and if I wasn't more into writing song lyrics, I'd want to be a writer just like her.

Knowing Juliette, they'd probably still spend an hour more before she'd finally decide on something. "Better to be a hoe, than to not be whole," Sam piped up. Sensing our confusion, she chuckled. "It's from my book." A string of 'ohs' was what followed her statement. We needed no further explanation to understand what she meant. "What was the book title this time?" I asked, smiling lightly. "I Am A Teenager In Heat," she answered between laughs - something we soon joined in. "Who even names their book that?" Juliette reasoned, chuckling softly.

she announced in one breath. “You have been observing me? What am I, your science project? Who the fuck are you anyway?” Nate said, clearly annoyed. “I am Amelia, Amelia Martinez, and I just moved here last week. Nice to meet you!” Amelia said and extended her hand to him. Nate just stared at the hand without saying anything. He looked up and down at the girl who was bothering his peace. “Welcome to this shitty ass high school. So now, if we are done here, get the fuck away from me. I am trying to eat my sandwich.” he said and waved his hand in a shooing gesture.