Romantic Books For Young Adults Novels & Stories

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.”

He leaned back in his chair, clearly not expecting such an immediate and forceful response. "You'll go? What about finding your mate?" he asked, tilting his head. "I thought you promised yourself you'd never leave London until you found them." The question hit me like a physical blow, reminding me of yet another failure in my life. I had made that promise to myself when I was eighteen, convinced that my mate was somewhere in this city waiting for me. I was supposed to feel some kind of bond, some magical connection when I met the right person. But when I turned eighteen, nothing happened. No sudden recognition, no overwhelming attraction, no sense of completeness. I thought maybe my mate jus

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.

My hands fly to my neck as I struggle to breathe. Fuck. It was a dream. And I finally understand why Adrian Raven is strange. Why this place feels strange. Adrian Raven is a werewolf. And I’m trapped in his world. ***

It’s a teen romance/young adult and I’ll still have many more teen romance books after it ends. For the sneak peek of my werewolf story, hehe, I’ll just say I’m really excited about it because of a lot of things. I won’t mention much other than that it has a forbidden trope! Watch out for the ride! Finally, this book! My stepbrother. We’ve reached the end of Elizabeth and James’ story and I hope you all enjoyed their journey with all the happiness and sadness that came with it. Of course, this is the official end, but I want to know if you’d love me to write some short chapters on either James and Elizabeth’s story after uni? Samantha and Gabriel’s story or Zara and her mysterious man’s stor

His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought:

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

Do not get jealous, idiot. “I’m going to take him into the corner and give him a little somethin’- somethin’,” the lovestruck girl says. Roxanne. I hate that name. I’m going to end this now. I’m going to go out there and tell her all about herself and explain how my Mick wants nothing to do with her and how she doesn’t have a single chance in hell at getting him into any dark corners. He’s mine, mine, all mine and nobody else’s.

Jayden walked among the bookcases, her eyes reading the titles and the authors of the books. Alexa had become lost in a world of fantasy, mystery, and (although she would deny it if anyone asked) romance. Her heart yearned for a connection like the ones she would read about, that total completeness that true love brought to its bearer, and it ached at the feeling of emptiness that echoed after that thought. The girls inside the bookstore remained completely unaware of the sinister presence that gazed upon them from across the empty street. Muddy eyes gleamed in ominous glee as they observed the redhead browsing books.

She brings her face closer to mine, her eyes peering into mine without blinking, she crossed her eyes, exhaling air out of her nostrils. The air fanned hot against my nose, brewing erotic waves through my mind. I could hear my inner wolf growling in ecstasy, "Mate!" In a blink of eyes, she wielded the sword placing it across my face. She brought the tips of the blade to trail my upper lips. Was she going to cut off my lips? She pulled closer to me. Her scent hit harder on me. I felt a quick erection and my swollen length getting bigger and bluish. "Take off your trouser," She whispered.