Novel & Cerita Romance Young Adult

Writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League

Nao tilted his face while looked at her. "no, I'm fine" Loki blushed as Nao approached closely on her face. "All alrighty then" Nao smiled a bit while his hand was still gripped on Loki’s arms. She just stopped remembering Nao's face where she could seen how cute he looked while asleep. Since she already here now and they’re met each other in unexpected time. Loki wanted to know what’s going on his life while she was gone. Loki offered him by poking his shoulder “ Do you like to drink coffee or hot chocolate on Star bucks?" and she added a few words "Don't worry, it's my treat" smiled widely and winked at him. Nao refused her offered as they walked into the Star bucks. "I'd rather pay yo

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

"He even asked if you wanted help...help getting away." I eyed her cautiously. "Did you tell Francis?" "No!" Nora was quick to deny it. "I wouldn't rat you out. However, Natalie...if you really want out, I'm here for you." I stared at her, at the innocence in her young face. At the age of 20, she was supposed to be in college, experiencing first loves and lively parties, not caught up in the mafia's brutal power struggles. Yet there she was, having chosen this life, or more accurately, having been pulled into it by Francis.

I never expected a library date to turn into this kind of chaos, but with Sophia, nothing ever stays simple. We’d been dancing around each other for weeks—flirty texts after class, stolen kisses in the dorm hallway, that one night last month where we almost went all the way before her roommate barged in. Drama followed us like a bad habit. She was the bold one, the artist with wild curls and a laugh that could light up a room, while I, Elena, was the quiet bookworm, always overthinking everything. Our first real date? A “book date” in the university library, because apparently sharing poetry under fluorescent lights was romantic. Or so she said.

Nova moaned into the kiss. Pulling away, Adam's eyes burned with unrestrained lust. "Let's get you bent over for a bit," he said, helping her turn and positioning her hands on the counter, her ass presented to him. "Do you want to wait for college? Or would you like to lose your virginity tonight? Tell Daddy what you want, baby girl."

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

“It only happens on TV shows, not real life.” “What if it’s true love?” Annabelle said. Paige uttered, “True love?” Annabelle nodded her head, her eyes intent on Paige. “That’s right. True love. True love can conquer all.” Paige was speechless. It seemed the girls had been brainwashed by cheesy romance shows. “Are you talking about true love between Cinderella and her prince?” Paige asked. The trio nodded their heads. Paige gave it a thought before replying, “I suppose true love exists, but I’ve never seen it in my social circle.”

(Lancelot’s POV) The novel “The Love of My Life” is a story best suited for teenagers. That being said, some of the topics discussed in the novel weights heavily on romance compared to other elements, world building included. Because of that, the scale between the love interests’ life stories and others’ life stories tipped unfairly to the love interests’ side. Not like I have any problem with it when I read it. Because, I’ve read somewhere before that other than fantasy books with hellishly long storyline and particular world building, books which was written to suit the romance genre shouldn’t depict too much of characters’ other than the main characters’ life.