Romance Books For Tweens Novels & Stories

I nodded, a smile creeping onto my face despite the looming storm of chaos surrounding us. “One step at a time,” I echoed, knowing that this was just the beginning of our dangerous obsession. With that, I leaned in again, kissing her softly, a promise of what was to come. The world outside may have been filled with shadows, but in that moment, under the dim light of her apartment, we were wrapped in our own bubble of possibility and desire, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding. He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book. "André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside intricate golden threadings, I knew they were Fantasy books. Dark Romantasies.

She asked. A sudden picture of our conversation about that book came in my head. Her honey eyes stared at me and I couldn't look anywhere else. I remember how her cheeks heated up in embarrassment. I smiled thinking about it. Because I was swimming in an ocean of Briar's thoughts, I didn't really hear what she asked and randomly said, "Yeah." "But, sir. Isn't that a romance novel for teenagers mostly? You still read them?" she asked with a little hesitation. I suddenly came back to reality.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

"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?"

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

"That's tots fabulous! Isn't Ms. OG just amazing?" "Like tots! I can't believe she started writing only a few months ago!" "Me neither. But I'm glad she did." I pretended to surf through a pile of books when the two teens passed by still giggling. I gathered the books I'd already found and went around the rack to the isle the girls had been at, trying to find what they thought worth bragging. Unsurprisingly, I ended up in the erotic section. "Of course." I shook my head, what else could a bunch of teenage girls be giggling about? "Been there, done that."

I smiled. "Did she really--?" She said across the aisle. I nodded. "All the way?" "To the max. She was terrific." Kim got a stern look on her face. I started a normal conversation with them, asking them where they were coming from, going to, their schools, etc. My oral princess carried their side of it at first, but soon they were both chatting. It was romantic to think of meeting this girl, deflowering her throat, and saying good-bye without knowing her name. Life is imperfect.

But I didn't get a chance to call it out when she continued . “I stumbled upon this book the other day. By mistake, obviously. I thought it was a theological study on ‘Fellowship,’ but it was actually this incredibly sappy romance story about two childhood best friends who fall in love after they made a promise to marry each other if they were still single by thirty.” She let out what sounded like a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “They were very scandalous scenes in the book, Leon,” Rose murmured in a low voice. “Their…sexual escapades were so vividly described I couldn't stop blushing, but I couldn't stop reading either.” She laughed again.

"I have my ways." Dante set his fork down. His knuckles went white against the table. "Those books are filling your head with nonsense. Ideas you're too young to..." "I'm fourteen, not a baby." She crossed her arms. "And they're just romance books. Love stories. Happy endings. Nothing inappropriate." "They're not age appropriate. And when I give an order..." This was going to turn into a fight. I could feel it. I tucked my hair behind my ear. "I used to read them too."