Romance Books For High Schoolers Novels & Stories

Harold hurriedly tattled on her, “The title of the novel is ‘The Domineering CEO Fell in Love with Me.’” Adina fell silent. Duke remained silent as well. Was it appropriate for someone so young to read romance novels? Melody spat out her tongue guiltily. “I’m not reading novels. I’m just learning to recognize new words.” Adina stood up and grabbed some classic books from the bookshelf. “Finish up these books first, then I won’t stop you from reading whatever novels you want.” She believed that after Melody had read the classic books, her appreciation of good reading material would be greatly improved, and she would no longer be interested in these romance novels.

To cancel the weird feeling of intimidation, I praise him back. "And you look good," I smile quickly and check the books on his cart. "Panda Writes? You like fiction?" "Ah, no. My sister asks me to buy this for her." "Ow..." "How about you? You are..." he is checking the books I picked "fond of reading Things You Should Know About Teenagers and Their Hormones," he reads the title completely. I smile and... what?! I check the book in my cart and it is definitely there. A book with the title Kaze read. A book to understnad kids. A book for parents. Are high school kids supposed to read that?

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

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.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

"Not recently, but yeah. A friend of mind passed some around last year. I've been reading her cast-offs." Which friend? And what kind of romance books? "I read a few." He shook his head. Lumen wrinkled her nose. "You have?" "Yeah, people sent all kinds of things in care packages. There were always a few romance books in the bins for us to pick through. I figured you always see women sitting by pools, relaxing and reading one. Maybe that's what I need?" "You seriously read one?" she asked. "I read...a dozen? They gave me too much anxiety. Too much will-they-won't-they, back-and-forth business. Too personal, too high stakes, too real for me to actually relax and read."

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.

Or it could just be my overthinking brain making up stuff. I look around now very much conscious about his presence; I walk towards my cliché favorite book, Romeo and Juliet. I take the book and walk towards the reading area. The room was pretty much empty, there are few students busy typing their life away in the laptops, some of them are writing notes in their Ipad and some of them are reading books like me.

she says, excited. “What do you have me reading,” I say, stunned. I mean after the times I’ve had with both Parker and Rafe nothing should shock me. But she’s 14! They actually put this stuff in books?? At 14 I was nowhere close to having extremely intimate thoughts about males! “I told you! It's called, “Love Under The Moon.” I’ve read it like four times, soo soo good,” she swoons. I gape at her, not sure what to think.

The spine’s creased like it’s been read a hundred times. I flip it over without thinking. It's probably some romance novel. I open to where the bookmark is. My eyes scan the lines. “…rough fingertips dragging over sensitive skin until he found her already soaked. She gasped when he pushed two fingers inside her without warning. ‘So fucking wet for me,’ he growled against her throat, pumping slowly, letting her feel every inch of his fingers stretching her open…” My mouth goes dry. My pulse is suddenly loud in my ears. I read the next paragraph. Then the next.