Novel & Cerita Romance Novels For High School Students

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

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Now we don't sleep in the three of us anymore with daddy like we used to, but just the two of us, hugging my mom all night and every night, me and my mom. My relationship is really hanging, both with Impin and Miftah. Tomorrow is graduation day for us, hopefully my grades are good and satisfying, at least we can go to school together again. With Catur, Maria, Fina, Yeni and Nicky. I can't wait for my heart to see the results. Let me keep those monkey love stories in one day, High School is the most beautiful place, right? With 1000 romantic stories. Unforgettable teen romance. Ehm, how about going out in high school? Is it still the same as friends but intimate.

We made our way into the main building of the school; I could hear the whispers from the students in the halls and caught a few glances from some of the girls as they sneered at me walking with the twins. We made our way down the halls to our first lesson English lit. As we entered the classroom and took our seats to the back of the class, the room was deadly silent as I placed my bag down on the floor, next to me, the twins either side, it felt like having two insanely hot bodyguards that I was crushing on.

This is what I once mistook for boredom. Because I was conditioned to equate anxiety with attraction. He reaches for my hand—not as a declaration, not to anchor me—but because his body wants to be near mine. There’s no question in the gesture. No testing. Just ease. And somehow, that ease is electric. I realize something then: Fire doesn’t have to burn to be real. Burning is what happens when two people bring unresolved heat to the same space. This fire is contained. Directed. It warms instead of consumes.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

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 take a seat at the far end of the balcony and start to enjoy my book. There is nothing better than a good romance book. Sometimes I wish I could live in one, but then I remember I’m the fat girl. Ok, maybe not that fat, but enough to get me teased relentlessly in school by the boys. Thank goodness Papa switched me to an elite all-girls school for high school. It’s an accelerated program school, so most of the girls are smart and well-behaved — most of them. Bryanna Charlton is neither smart nor well-behaved. Her posse of ingrates are bossy, rude, and think they own the world. There was a rumor that she is moving schools at the end of this school year because her marks, well, they suck. Goo