Romance Teenage Novels & Stories

“If you win that panda for me, I’ll let you tag along. If you lose, you leave me alone.” “Nice try. It will not happen.” He said, folding his hands. “Damn. If you win, you can tag along with me, and if not, then you leave me alone. Deal?” “Deal.” He grinned before adding. “Spit promise,” “We’re not kids anymore,” she said, disgusted. “Either a spit promise, or I’ll pester you even if I lose.” “Fine.” They did the spit promise. Evy immediately wiped her hand on Eddy’s T-shirt, making him frown, just as she ran off before he could retaliate.

I looked at Mommy who was starting to grin flirtatiously. "The usual, Dad. I pretending to be shy." I took a deep breath, staring alternately at Daddy and Mommy. "What the hell, Dad, Mom? I don't like Mr. Chiko. Don't overdo it." Daddy and Mommy exchanged glances as if they couldn't believe my words. "It's okay, Na. Mommy and Daddy once also young. We understand how teenage romance dramas. Yes, Dad?" Daddy put his arm around Mommy's shoulder. "That's right, Mom."

Well, she did have a very short relationship with Matthew Sterling, a boy whom she had grown up with and stayed near to the Carrington mansion. He spends most of his times following her around even when Christine had tried so much to attract his attention but somehow, this boy with thick caramel locks for a hair and bright green eyes can’t seem to ignore her as she did him. Thus, both dated each other in high school and well enough, she was able to experience teenage romance with him. All the hand holding, hugging, leaning on each other while watching TV and a little making out session that definitely fulfills their lusty teenage hormone from going AWOL.

If Damien wouldn’t talk, she’d dig until she found something herself. Public records on Damien Drake? Useless. His past was polished to perfection — school accolades, charity events, corporate milestones. Nothing raw. Nothing real. But buried deep in the digital archives of a small-town newspaper, she found it: A grainy black-and-white photograph. A teenage Damien, standing beside a wrecked car on a riverside road. The headline read: “Local Teen Pulls Girl From River After Car Crash.” The girl’s face was blurred, but Serena knew. The long hair, the necklace, the faint outline of her body — it was her.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

"Is it that obvious? God! That's humiliating." "What's the deal? You're 18, right? Never had a boyfriend or anything?" "I've never even kissed a boy," she confessed, sighing. "Oh, come on. Now you're just fucking with me. You've never kissed a boy?" His eyebrows rose. "No, never," she whispered, groaning inwardly. "You ever kiss a girl?" he teased and she swatted his arm playfully, her palm connecting with his firm bicep, feeling the muscle flex under her touch.

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.”

No. Iris told me Riona doesn't do things most teenage girls do and so that's what I'm going to do for her. After school was over, I told Keith to leave without me and stayed back in the empty classroom. I took out my pen a piece of paper to make a list of activities I guessed teenage girls enjoyed doing. Going to the mall, gossipping about boys to other girls, getting manicures and pedicures, taking selfies, tik tok. I dropped my pen on the desk and lifted the paper up to review what I've written. I have never seen Riona talk to anyone except teachers, her nails are perfect and I don't see her smile often.

It’s true she does. My bestie is hankering for a romance novel type of love. Boy meets girl, sparks fly and they live happily ever after. That is not real life, I have reminded her on several occasions. And I have also pointed out that she is still only early twenties, what is the rush?

I smiled, selected a romantic film with a same-sex storyline, and sat down beside him as the movie began to play in soft hues across the room. The film unfolded through four short stories, each portraying love at different stages and in varying forms. The first story centered on two eighteen-year-old high school students, each quietly noticing the other from afar, bound by the awkward beauty of young attraction. In the shared spaces of their school, they observed each other, hearts fluttering yet hesitant, neither daring to take the first step. They existed in a delicate balance, close yet distant, until graduation loomed, and they finally confessed their feelings. Only then did they realize