Young Adult Classics Novelas e Histórias

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter

"Julian, quit playing dead. I see your location hasn't moved. Are you staging a sit-in protest against me? Well, let me tell you—it won't work. "If you're not at the summit by midnight tonight, don't even think about going back to that crappy college of yours. You can go work on a construction site instead!" His finger lifted, and the message was sent. I stared at that familiar chat window. The last message was still the one I'd sent him three hours ago. "Dad, I can't breathe. Is the medicine in your bag? I think I forgot to bring it." His reply was, "Medicine? I already threw it away. That stuff's a crutch for the weak. Just tough it out—it'll pass."

I glance at the cover of the book she slid across the counter: a Catherine Bybee novel. “Oh, wow, Mathilda. You’re a fan of Catherine Bybee?” I smile, genuinely impressed as I open the ledger. “It’s refreshing to see a teenager with such classic taste. Most girls your age are glued to their phones, but here you are, diving into a good romance.”

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

This amused me. I pushed him away lightly; he seemed taken aback by this and stood gaping at me. I lay on the bed and rested my head on my hand, savoring the flustered look on his face. "Go back to where you came from, kiddo. Tell your boss that I don't fool around with minors," I said. I stretched out on the bed, crossing my long legs together. My thin skirt barely covered me. He seemed to panic when he heard me. He hurried over but couldn't bring himself to meet my gaze. "I'm of age, angel! I don't have a boss, either. I volunteered for this—I just wanted to be by your side."

"Daddy, it was my tenth birthday, and I knew how to read, perfectly fine." I don't say that I was already reading Aunty Seedy's Harlequin books. They all had similar titles: Burning desire. Fury. Loving a highlander. I can't believe I enjoyed those kind of novels once. They all had the same story line, different settings, different characters, same guy gets the girl at the end of the book ending. Absolutely cliché. Dad says, "I remember all those times you'd come to me with all those big words."

Then, she pulled out a wooden stick, manipulating Lina's position and pose until it matched her liking. I had no idea what Grandma was doing, but gradually, the blood pool began to solidify, eventually forming a hard ruby. Lina was encased inside like an amber. "I didn't expect that mixing two people's blood would result in a ruby of even better quality this year." Grandma illuminated the ruby with a luminous pearl, meticulously inspecting every inch for cracks or discoloration. "Just a bit of polishing, and it'll be ready for sale." That was how the legendary ruby bed that preserved youth was made. No wonder there were girls from our clan who vanished every year.

She asked back and I immediately shook my head. Maybe I'm overreacting a bit. But I'm feared about it. What's more, she's been silent ever since. Arriving at the canteen, Sandra and I immediately took the food that was still served on the table. Today the menu is sandwich with juice and I’m so loved it. "I think the food at this school is much better than in middle school," I joked to Sandra. Prang! "Oops." "Ha ha ha …." Oh shit! My new shoes got splashed by the girl's juice and again, Sandra and I also had to be a spectacle because of what she did.

Ch-1 --------------------- [A naïve son tries to help his father get a reluctant mom to expand their tiny family. He makes several mistakes; thank heaven for mistakes.] * Never in the history of the world was there a better little boy than me. Well behaved, devout, celibate before marriage, it was truly an admirable litany. That all changed after I turned 18, but it wasn't my fault...really.

She adores this book! -You have such an elegant taste, Ma'am! The woman laughed at the comment. She found her spontaneousness brave and cute: - Well thank you, young lady. You are fluttering me with those compliments. - Oh I'm not! you deserve it. Nowadays, not many people are interested in classics. - I would say that not many are interested in detective fiction. Because I observe many young women interested in classic romances. So, are you one of them? - I used to read romantic novels when I was younger. Now, only mysteries and murders are thrilling me.