Young Adults Romance Books Novels & Stories

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

“Watch for anyone wearing tight skirts, low-cut tops, or heels way too high for comfort.” After several older looking single ladies and a few single men exit the building, a gaggle of chicks walks out giggling and holding onto each other’s arms. They fit my profile to a T, probably in their late twenties or early thirties and definitely dressed for picking up guys. They’re the perfect age and profile to have jobs that include gossiping. Awesome. I grab Alissa’s arm in excitement and shake it back and forth as I hop on my toes. “It’s them!” I whisper-squeal. “It’s them!”

Samantha "With ....bringing me ten cups of coffee,answering all the calls I have to take on the front desk ,going through all the old files my former assistant didn't do correctly" he finished handling me a bunch of files I didn't even realize he was holding. I stood there in shock ,what was I expecting a kiss? Those wattpad romance book have really gotten into my head. He looked at me with his piercing green eyes ,I looked down having trouble maintaining eye contact with him,moving from foot to foot.

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Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

Slow and soft and entirely unhurried, the kind of kiss that had nothing to prove and everything to give. When it ended, I settled back against his chest without a word. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes, finding the steady beat of his heart under my ear and letting it do what it had been doing all night. Neither of us said anything else. We simply held each other in the quiet dark of the apartment and let sleep come gently, finally safe inside the truth of what we both felt. The sound hit before I was fully awake. A crash so loud and so violent that I was sitting upright before my eyes had even properly opened, my heart already slamming against my ribs with the particular ur

ADRIAN I’d made a lot of regrettable mistakes in my twenty-seven years of existence. At the very top of that list was agreeing to be in a five-year relationship with someone who would end up being a liar and a cheater. But I was beginning to realize that wasn’t even my worst mistake— and that was saying something. My absolute worst mistake had to be hooking up with a random stranger I met in a club. And not just any random stranger, a stranger that turned out to be my student.

She repeated her question, seductive eyes roaming him from top to bottom. That was all it took for his hesitation to dissolve. He pulled her closer, arms circling her waist as he leaned into her. He deepened the kiss, erasing every reason he had to stop. They nibbled on each other’s lips, slowly, at first. Unrushed. But intensified when their souls were fully consumed, begging for a deeper connection. Their wet tongues tangled, mouths moving in sync with their lust towards each other. By the time they pulled away, they were breathless. Mouths swollen, tongues tingling, but they weren’t done.

"Your tracker brain is right. But your hands are actively fanning the pack fire." "Let the territory burn," I tell his chest. "I think these three volumes should do the trick." "Beginner, intermediate, and advanced mating books. Does your wolf require anything else from the archives?" he asks, his arms folding. I nod my head. "Actually, yes. My wolf desires to browse the explicit romance scrolls." "Lead the trail," he says, following my boots across the wooden floor, carrying all three massive sex texts securely in his large hands.

We looked like people who hadn’t learned yet how much loving could ask of you. I almost deleted it. Instead, I locked the screen and went for a run hard, fast, punishing. I needed the burn. The exhaustion. The reminder that my body could still carry weight without collapsing. When I got back, lungs on fire, phone buzzing with missed messages, I knew what I had to do. I had to talk to someone who wasn’t her. That evening, I met my older cousin Daniel for coffee. He was the closest thing I had to a blueprint for adult love married, grounded, unromantic in the best possible way.