Young Adult Classic Books Novels & Stories

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

His eyes never left my face, and I just couldn't bring myself to stare back at him. I was about to leave when I spotted the book he was reading from the corner of my eyes. He had closed the book when I walked in, so I saw the cover and title, "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee. I looked up at him in astonishment, "I didn't think you would be interested in classic literature."

"What drew you towards it?" "Well, I used to read a lot as a child. It was kind of my escape from reality a lot of the time. As I got older, I guess I never really grew out of it,” I mused. “I was especially drawn towards the classics. Something about the romance of them always swept me away.” "Actually, speaking of that, do you mind if I ask you a question? It’s something I’ve always been a little curious about, honestly." "What's that, Sir?"

Harold hurriedly tattled on her, “The title of the novel is ‘The Domineering CEO Fell in Love with Me.’” Adina fell silent. Duke remained silent as well. Was it appropriate for someone so young to read romance novels? Melody spat out her tongue guiltily. “I’m not reading novels. I’m just learning to recognize new words.” Adina stood up and grabbed some classic books from the bookshelf. “Finish up these books first, then I won’t stop you from reading whatever novels you want.” She believed that after Melody had read the classic books, her appreciation of good reading material would be greatly improved, and she would no longer be interested in these romance novels.

He's also a bookworm, so he lets me borrow some of his classic novels. The previous book he gave me was Little Women. "Did you like it?" A boyish smirk was plastered on his face. "Yes! I've always wanted to write a novel, just like Jo March," Goodness, I almost cursed when Amy burned Jo's writings! Over all, the novel was really good. In every book I read, I always pick up a life lesson.

Crazy, isn't it? But I know why these books are pretty expensive. It's not just some normal book you can buy in bookstores worldwide. These are rare books you can only find in this shop. Some were ancient. The old grumpy man, Fernando, said, “It's a book about the annual coming of age.” My brows furrowed. “Coming of age? What's that?”

I never meant to stay this late. The university library usually kicked everyone out by ten, but I’d sweet-talked Mr. Kane into letting me finish pulling books for my thesis. He was the quiet type, the one who barely looked up from his desk most days. Tall, dark hair always a little messy, glasses that made his green eyes sharper. I’d had a crush on him since freshman year. Pathetic, right? A twenty-one-year-old student crushing on the thirty-something librarian who probably saw me as just another noisy undergrad.

“Some men would love to find a beautiful wolf laying here, ready to ravish.” “Are you trying to be cringey or is it an accident?” “Shut up. Do you want to head back? Or live out a common fantasy?” “Is shagging in a hay loft a common fantasy?” “If my gran’s bodice rippers are anything to go by.” “Maybe it was just your gran.” “Those books are apparently very popular. She told me I should read them, learn what a lady wants.” “Did you?” “I tried, couldn’t get past how bad they are.”

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.