Romance Books For 12-year Olds Novels & Stories

"Not for sale. Just… in case the rain lasts." That made her smile wider. “You run this place?” “Yes, I’ve been a book lover since I was a kid, I bought it from an old couple ten years ago.” “That's cute.” “So, tea?” “Tea sounds nice.” Three minutes later, they sat by the window, Teacups between them. Romance books neither of them had opened. "You don’t seem like the romance type," she teased. Rowan’s ears turned pink. "I like the ones where love sneaks up. You know? Two people… just slowly falling. No games. No drama. Just warmth.”

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

JUNE: I shut the book tight. Fast enough like it was some deadly piece in my hand. What the hell was that? I met Romy's eyes, the wide-eyed girl already knew what she had done. She had slipped the book into my hand right before we boarded the bus for the long trip. “What book is this?” I had asked, eyes fixed on the cover. “Another romance book,” she answered. “Just something to keep your raging mind focused during the trip.”

"Yes. I learned when I was young." "Where?" I almost said my grandmother and then caught myself. "At the orphanage. They taught us basic reading." He stepped closer and held out his hand. "May I?" I gave him the book and watched as he looked at the cover and then flipped through a few pages. "Romance," he said with a chuckle. "Interesting choice." "Is it not allowed?" "No. It's fine. Take it. And when you're done, come back and pick another one. Or stay here and read if you prefer."

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

"I also think that I knew you before the notebook incident. But as far as I remember I never associate myself with you." Prince Caspian nod. "Yeah... maybe I saw you somewhere beside I'm a reader." Peach blush. What the heck?! Prince Caspian is her reader?! "Oh... Which book? Or what story?" She ask. Trying to pull herself and blocking the blushing. Damn! That doesn't sound right. Trying to block the blushing? "I like the one that you wrote about a two love birds forgetting each other. That's the only romance story that I have read in my entire life. I'm into thriller and horror you know." Oh, Prince Caspian likes that story of her.

Glancing pointedly at Kaitlynn, I said, “And you don’t think that would jive with me because…why, again?” When she floundered for an answer, Gabby stepped in. “She’s big into romance novels.” Lifting her eyebrows meaningfully, she added, “And you know what that means, don’t you?” “It means…she likes sex?” I guessed optimistically because there was a lot of sex in those kinds of books, weren’t there? Well, great. I liked sex too. Loved it, in fact. Ergo, we should get along splendidly. “She likes romance, you buffoon,” Kaitlynn explained with an impatient sigh. “She put together the book club Gabby and I are in.”

"I mean, I get it, I love a good book too, but really, Avery." She counters, "You're the last person to lecture me on my taste in books when you listened to the audio version of Captain Underpants on the way here like a ten-year-old." I retort, "Hey!" defensively. "Captain Underpants is a classic from your childhood!" We both burst into laughter at our own silliness. "Seriously, Isabella, why not give them a shot? How can you judge romance books when you've never read one? You're always saying not to judge a book by its cover. What happened to that principle of yours?"

I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember. Aiden finds me in my small library reading a romance book of course. Things that are more embarrassing than having a crush find me sitting in my grandpa's large chair reading a romance novel. He looks at the cover and sees a chiseled bare chest of some man whose name I don't know. Probably a model for some sports magazine. On the cover, he's caressing a lady whose back is turned towards him and her chest is bare and open and exposed. Everything about it is graphic, the way all romance novels are these days. The title is something awful as well something like My Brother's Sexy Best Friend by Jane Doe. I'm not sure who Jane Doe is but s

She dramatically rolls her eyes, and fans herself. I chuckle and she starts laughing, the sound melting my heart and piercing my soul. "What kind of book you like?" "Anything which has a good romance- Fantasy or Fiction, any book. It has to have romance, slow burn, haters to lovers, friends to lovers, anything. I will take it." She says and her eyes light up. "Got it. I will definitely bring you more books , when I miss you. " I add," So , you will probably have a library by next year, because I miss you every moment I am not with you."