Sad Romance For Young Adults Novels & Stories

When he realized I had started crying, he pulled away a little so he could look at me. He wiped away my tears using his thumbs and cupped my face with his warm hands. "Sya Summers, will you be my girlfriend? So I can have every right to kiss you?" He asked, giving me an extremely handsome toothy smile which made my knees weak. His eyes were filled with love and adoration, which I had always craved for.

Starla said as she touched Reo's arm. Reo slapped Starla's hand. He rose to his feet. Then, cast a sharp glare at Starla. "Don't expect you to get sorry after what you did two years ago!" Starla got up too. She laughed sarcastically, but the tears didn't stop falling from his eyes. "Don't overdo it, Reo! I only cheated on my best friend for three months. That's normal in relationships." "Normal, you say?" Reo laughed sarcastically. "I don't think it's something to be taken for granted, Starla. It's a real shame. Unfortunately, you cheated on me while I was still dating you."

I said blushing. __________ Richard Anderson 'Drama queen', I laughed out loud after she left. It suits her perfectly. I started to go to office I reached and went to my office. Need to prepare a bit before the meeting. I called Sofia to bring my coffee. Just as she placed my coffee, there was a knock at the door and Bro came in. He rarely comes in here. "Hey Bro" "Mr. Anderson" Sofia greeted him sweetly. "Sofia, how are you" he asked her in all gentleman way. Sofia blushed she had feelings for bro since she started working here, but bro never responded, poor girl moved on and now has a boyfriend.

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

I pulled my knees to my chest and cried harder, my whole body shaking. I couldn’t believe it. The boy I’d been crushing on so hard… the one whose photos I stared at like a fool, the one who made my heart race every time he smiled… actually liked someone else. And not just anyone — Aida. Beautiful, confident, perfect Aida. Of course he would choose her. There was no competing with someone like that. I slapped a hand against my chest, right over my stupid, aching heart. “I shouldn’t have even liked him at all,” I whispered angrily, hitting it again like I could punish it into stopping. “You’re so dumb. So, so dumb.”

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.

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

“I know. He cares about you. That’s the problem. He’s a good guy. I hate that he’s caught in the middle of this mess.” We talked for what felt like hours. About how we would handle Sophia. About the next payment. About how we could be more careful on campus. No more risky touches in public. No more parties. No more disappearing at events. We had to look like normal stepsiblings in front of everyone— Brady, Sophia, our parents, and the whole world. But behind closed doors, we were still us. Alexander pulled me closer. “I love you, Cassandra. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. We’ll get through this. I promise.”

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

I grabbed the untouched cup of half-hot coffee before he could react and poured it straight over him. The café went silent for half a heartbeat—then chaos. Chairs scraped. Gasps cut through the air. I felt eyes snap onto us from every direction. “Shit, Lucy… what the hell is the meaning of this?” he shot up, coffee dripping from his shirt as he stared down at himself in shock. “That’s for breaking my heart.” I didn’t give him time to recover. The paper cup flew out of my hand and hit his face with a wet smack. “And that’s for being a sonuvabitch.”