Young Adult Books for Women
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Leaving the Friendzone
A young and innocent girl, bullied and shamed for her complexion, fell in love with a newly admitted classmate in high school. A twist– she had a best friend since kindergarten who always had her back and stood for her against all odds until his feelings grew stronger above that friendship. She got close to her crush and they became tight friends than ever, causing jealousy among the girls, especially the most popular one. If finally reached the night before prom where she found out she was being played by the new student. He always led her on since he was dared. Her best friend saw the signs and warned her before then but she turned a blind eye. Shattered and heartbroken, she needed a shoulder to rest on and her best friend came through still something usual happened. What could it be?/0/21682/coverorgin.jpg?v=197f32e586f0d211bc3480364bfaf1d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Knowing Jude
"You're not the kind of girl I'd usually kiss," he says, his eyes latching onto my lips. "But I'll do it anyway." Then the cocky jerk leans in and kisses me. ____ Jude Walker is a troubled soul. As a little boy, he made a mistake that made him grow up with hate from his siblings and unacceptance from his dad. He is depressed, suicidal, and a bad boy. Ava Jo Hansen is a quiet girl who cares too much about others. She seems okay to everyone around her, but she has demons gnawing at her sanity. When their paths cross, Ava finds herself drawn to Jude's darkness knowing very well every step of the way it's a wrong direction to go. But she keeps on. Will it be a happy ending for them?/0/86447/coverorgin.jpg?v=1211c709c85a73d98b0596469632e902&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Family, The Cost of Love
The university acceptance letter, a full scholarship, felt like my ticket out of our forgotten town. I was Chloe Davis, and for eighteen years, I' d studied, dreamed of this escape. But when I showed it to my father, Robert, his eyes didn' t gleam with pride, but with a calculating hunger I knew too well. He announced a "celebration," but it was no party-it was a twisted auction. Middle-aged men, reeking of stale beer, assessed me like livestock, stuffing cash into my father' s pockets as he paraded me around. A churning dread solidified in my gut: I was the prize. My mother, Susan, stood by, a ghost of a smile plastered on her face, turning away when my eyes pleaded for help. When I tried to escape Frank Miller' s sweaty grip, my father' s fury erupted. "Smile, Chloe," he hissed. "Don't you dare embarrass me." Later, for a piece of pie, he backhanded me across the face, leaving me bleeding and dizzy on the kitchen floor. My mother' s only reaction was a sigh of annoyance before she followed him, leaving me in the dark. Lying there, the truth hit me: their "love" was a lie; I was merely a commodity. Then, from their bedroom, I heard it-the monstrous plot. "Frank wants to marry her… a fifty-thousand-dollar 'dowry.' Enough for Kevin's wedding." "She's a good girl, deep down. She just needs to understand that this is for the good of the family. It's her duty." My entire life, my body, my future, sold to an old man to pay for my cousin' s wedding and my father' s gambling debts. But the final dagger was my mother' s next whisper, my father' s rough affirmation: Kevin wasn't my cousin. He was my half-brother, my father' s illegitimate son with his sister-in-law, the golden boy for whom I had always been second, always sacrificed. Every childhood slight, every dismissal, every manipulation clicked sickeningly into place. They hadn't wanted me to succeed; they had kept me small, easy to sell. The girl who craved their love died on that cold kitchen floor. A cold, hard resolve took root: they had a plan for my future, a prison disguised as a marriage. But I had a plan too. They thought I was a compliant girl. They were about to find out how wrong they were./0/17615/coverorgin.jpg?v=66c6ec85bffd8a773c47af5e957eb151&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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High school love
Tom Rivera, a playboy. He plays with any girl he sees, while some took their lives, some where found in the psychiatric hospital, and some were lucky enough to leave the school, and no one said anything about it. He's is the CEO of a popular cult group known as the VAMPS. They murder and discard whosoever that gets in their way. What happens when Alexandra Diego, the pure and innocent girl moved to town? Will the VAMPS kill her? Or is her heart gonna be broken by Tom Rivera?/0/36075/coverorgin.jpg?v=810aec6e2d35425a55b78e0f5d085c44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SECRETLY INTO YOU ( WAITING SERIES #1 )
Loving someone in a far is not easy. You will feel the emotion that no one will know or probably the person you love will not know. Will you risk loving him even in secret despite possible pain? Venice Marquez is a typical girl. She is the definition of a mediocre person. She may know everything but does not have confidence in herself. Bryan Cruz is the Mr. almost perfect guy. He excels in everything except noticing Venice. Their story will make you realize the journey of waiting and its ending. Will it be a happy or a heartbreaking story? It is for you to find out. "Loving you cause me pain, but I am still secretly into you and keep praying for you." - Venice. "Waiting is worth it. I will wait for that girl who is worth the wait." - Bryan. Will Venice's prayers be answered, or will Bryan be meant for another girl?/0/25281/coverorgin.jpg?v=3333c7b87b90afb7a3240b7a2453effe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sorry, I'm not Cinderella
Should love come from sincerity, heart with a beat, or from beauty with status? Can the beauty of the soul win over the beauty of the body to capture a person's heart? Is the Prince for Cinderella like a fairy tale? I'm not Cinderella will give you the answer. Love is so simple! Don't put it on the scale of losing./0/82381/coverorgin.jpg?v=460972877fee5febabf87297a12bf1bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Puppet Daughter to Powerhouse
My freshman year at Green Mountain College was supposed to be about freedom. But my mom, Susan, had other plans for her only daughter. She turned my dorm room into a high-tech prison, monitoring every single video call, scrutinizing my bank account, and even tracking my social media DMs "for my safety." It wasn't safety; it was relentless, suffocating surveillance, a gilded cage I desperately wanted to escape. Then came the ultimate college freshman nightmare: my debit card (tied to Mom' s account, of course) got declined at the crowded campus coffee shop. Total humiliation. A kind senior, Liam, stepped in and paid for my coffee and bagel; a simple, unexpected act of grace. But that small kindness triggered a reaction I never anticipated. Hours later, Liam messaged me, sending a screenshot that made my blood run cold. My mother had instantly found his Venmo payment, tracked him on Instagram, and sent him a chilling message, warning him off her "vulnerable" daughter. Liam, understandably, blocked me instantly, dissolving my only new connection. Mom's video call that night wasn't an interrogation; it was an execution, dredging up every past friendship she' d ever destroyed, every connection she' d severed. She wasn't just protective; she was ensuring I was utterly, completely hers. The shame of that night quickly curdled into a burning, unyielding rage. She wasn't trying to keep me safe; she was systematically isolating me, controlling my finances, my friendships, my entire existence. I finally saw the pattern with terrifying clarity, a sinister obsession veiled as maternal love, one that perhaps even connected to my father' s "factory accident" years ago. The thought that she might have secretly engineered my entire life filled me with a chilling dread. I wasn't just terrified anymore. I was done running. If she wanted to monitor my life, I decided to give her something truly alarming to find. I created Ryder Stone, the brooding musician, everything she' d despise. It was time to stop being her puppet. It was time to turn her own controlling surveillance into my weapon, inviting her into a trap she wouldn' t see coming./0/81130/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194845&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Cheated Death & Injustice
I was the golden child. Valedictorian, set for Stanford on a full ride. The American Youth Scholar Championship? Just a final victory lap, a taste of competition before my bright future. Then came the roar of angry voices, the hands grabbing me. "You cheated!" they screamed. Event security, police. They found a micro-earpiece in my custom bracelet, a receiver. A college kid named "Ace" confessed, said I paid him via Venmo. None of it was true, but no one listened. Stanford pulled my acceptance. Our small Oregon town, once proud, turned on my family. The online hate was relentless. My dad's heart couldn't take the stress; he died. Mom faded away, gone weeks later. I was in a cell, awaiting a trial I knew I'd lose. The grief, the injustice – it was a crushing weight. I died not knowing how they pulled it off, how they shattered my life and destroyed my family with lies. Until I woke up. The cheap floral carpet of a motel lobby. My best friend Jess, shaking my arm: "The Championship starts tomorrow!" This was it. The day before it all went wrong. My second chance. And this time, I wouldn't just survive; I'd expose them all./0/21684/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5118c96e9eef3a6a2936a55a03849ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Fromont and Risler -- Volume 2
Nominally Daudet, with the Goncourts and Zola, formed a trio representing Naturalism in fiction. He adopted the watchwords of that school, and by private friendship, no less than by a common profession of faith, was one of them. But the students of the future, while recognizing an obvious affinity between the other two, may be puzzled to find Daudet's name conjoined with theirs./0/86606/coverorgin.jpg?v=5144b285225ad6901e5bd3a80fdf1207&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Second Life, His Fatal Invitation
The scent of lavender and old books filled my dorm room, a stark contrast to the black void I' d just clawed my way out of. Then my phone buzzed, displaying a name that froze my blood: Chloe. Her text, "`Hey sis! Girls' night! Let's celebrate our bday tonight at Club Neon! Can't wait! xo`," was an invitation to my own destruction. I remembered the last time, walking into Club Neon full of hope to mend things with my half-sister, only for her to frame me for drug possession. My parents, who always adored Chloe, believed her over me, their "ambitious" but seemingly unlovable daughter. I lost everything: my prestigious internship, my reputation, my family' s trust, and eventually, my will to live, dying in a cold prison cell. But in the void, the truth shattered the darkness: Chloe and her boyfriend Brandon planned it all, laughing about ruining my life because of her vicious envy and his need to escape his own drug charges. Now I was back, breathing, the sun warm on my skin, with their fatal invitation buzzing in my hand. The naive Olivia was dead; the woman now holding this phone was a ghost with a second chance, her resolve a cold, hard diamond. "Okay."/0/85981/coverorgin.jpg?v=73da9491ecda41a42cd6983632c9a085&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Kissed My Bestfriend's Brother. Now What?
Kaida thought forever was the deal with her boyfriend, Liam, the captain of the Runners Hockey Team, until he broke up with her and reunited with his childhood lover, who had returned after several years of being away. Heartbroken and angry, Kaida decided to make her ex-boyfriend jealous by kissing her best friend's older brother, Maverick. Unfortunately, she reignited the flame he'd been trying to quench for years. Now, there was no turning back and no quenching the obsessive flame burning inside Maverick for her. After some time, Liam realized he truly loved Kaida and wanted her back, but Maverick wasn't letting her go. Kaida was his now, and he would go to the end of the earth for her sake. What began as revenge against her ex turned into something twisted and dark: something beyond words and certainly beyond obsession./0/82384/coverorgin.jpg?v=1072e5d08064f0c698e2fb10decf35c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Best Friends Become Strangers
I spent my entire childhood as one-third of an inseparable trio: "EOM Forever." That meant a built-in future, headed to UCLA with my best friends, Olivia and Maya. And by college, I was supposed to choose which of them I' d pledge my heart to. But as my cursor hovered over the UCLA "Submit" button, thinking about that pact, triumph was replaced by a chilling sense of surrender. Instead, on a whim, I clicked "Confirm Enrollment" for Yale. It wasn't just a different school; it was an escape route. Because for months, our tight-knit world had been invaded by Liam Spencer, a charming new transfer. He charmed Olivia and Maya, and then effortlessly pushed me to the sidelines. My messages in our group chat became sparse, often ignored, as their plans revolved around him. Liam's "accidents" were always strangely convenient – a spilled glass of red wine on my laptop, a sudden "fainting spell" right before graduation. And every time, Olivia and Maya leaped to his defense, dismissing my feelings. "It's just a sweatshirt, Ethan," Olivia chided when Liam wore mine. "He needs it more," Maya chimed in, with a heart emoji. The ultimate betrayal came on Decision Day: Liam pushed me, cracking my head open on a stone planter. Even then, as I lay in the hospital, Olivia and Maya pled for his forgiveness, calling him "tormented." How could they be so blind? My childhood best friends had become total strangers, enabling a manipulative narcissist, turning my life into a living hell. I was done being their afterthought, their punching bag. Leaving them behind wasn't just a decision; it was a desperate declaration of war for my own life. But letting go of "EOM Forever" meant they wouldn't let go of me. Not Olivia, not Maya, and certainly not Liam./0/24033/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5d04cf577d842eee6b6933bbf075360&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ishq Paheli (love a mystery)
Possessiveness, jealousy, hatred, pain...these were the things she learned growing up in the infamous Khan Haveli where ego of its residents was even higher then its walls... "Forget everything that happened and anyway it was not that big like you..." her mother started saying but got cut off in the middle by her shout. "What do you mean forget it....It don't work like this after taking someone's life and telling them to forget it..."she cried, not believing that her own mother was saying those words. "Forget it that he did this..and this..."she said, showing the deep scratch marks on her neck. She was broken....her heart was torned by the one she loves the most... ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "Will you marry me???"she asked with hope filled eyes knowing that if he declined at that moment she would break into pieces like a broken glass... "Please marry me..."she demanded like a child falling in front of him.. It was her story....a girl who lost herself in the maze of his love../0/30447/coverorgin.jpg?v=4ecc08dcf9a937e82cc6ca4943b8f932&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE NEW MOON
Book 1 - The new moon/ note this book is 2 in 1🤗 In order to locate Jack Morde, the leader of the Rebels pack, Violet is given an assignment. Unexpected turns are still to come, and she has no idea what is in store for her. When Violet is taken prisoner by him, she begins to suspect that the information she had been given of the Diamond Pack's adversaries may not have been entirely accurate. Will she abandon her life and her family in order to pursue her future and her destiny? Will she carry out the task she was originally required to complete, or will she attempt to flee Jack's mansion? Book 2 - The spoiled wife Synopsis👇 An imperial edict bestowed upon the young lady of the Shang Dynasty the marriage of an imperial concubine. It would be a great favor to have the daughter of an imperial concubine become the official wife of the Emperor; however, the entire Shang clan and even the entire capital felt sympathy for this unheard-of young lady.There was no other reason. It was said that Duanren Emperor was fierce and merciless, that he could stop children from crying at night, and that was even worse. He had a strange fetish, which was to suck the blood of young girls and scare to death a few of Duanren Wangfei's candidates.This wasn't the worst part of it, the most important part was that King Duanren had been in bed for three months, his life and death was uncertain, and he desperately needed a bride.This person was Shen Qi.She felt that she must be the most tragic woman in the world. There was no free lunch in this world, so she had to pay a price for her whole life./0/26849/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6d76915870b607fa71a8eaa0a21131d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE CONQUEST LIST
When a wealthy and arrogant playboy collides with a headstrong tomboy, disaster is bound to happen. But what happens when out of this disaster love blooms? Would they be compatible, being that one is filthy rich and the other is only a poor and orphaned scholarship student? Robin and Andrew are in for one hell of an experience this semester. What would it be like? Find out in The Conquest List./0/25754/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d805896a83eb6b241fffda120c02ad5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Price of Jealousy: A College Nightmare
My parents dropped me off at college like a princess, with a platinum card and no worries. My new life, full of independence and excitement, was just beginning. My roommate, Sarah, seemed sweet at first, a quiet girl with kind eyes. But her sweetness quickly turned sour, poisoned by resentment over my privilege. She' d sneer at my new laptop, comparing it to her brother' s grueling factory job. Then, the unthinkable happened: my emergency debit card, with over a hundred thousand dollars, vanished. A bank alert confirmed my worst fear: a $5,000 withdrawal attempt blocked. I knew, with a sickening certainty, who the thief was-the quiet girl consumed by jealousy. The betrayal shattered my idyllic college dream, leaving a bitter taste. I called the campus police, my hands shaking with fury. Sarah was arrested, my card found in her bag, and my sense of home was destroyed. I moved into a new apartment, seeking peace, but my mom' s well-meaning housekeeper, Mrs. Davis, brought a new kind of terror. She started with subtle criticisms, then tried to turn me into her domestic servant. Her demands escalated, culminating in an outrageous proposal: she wanted to control my finances and marry me off to her unemployed son, Kevin. The audacity of her plan, the sheer delusion, made my blood run cold. When I fired her, she called my mom, trying to slander me, but my mom shut her down cold. As she stormed out, my grandmother's silk scarf, a cherished gift, was found crumpled in her bag. Just like her daughter, she was a thief and a liar. I thought the nightmare was over when Kevin, her "good, strong boy," was leaning against my apartment door. His sneer, his entitlement, and the reek of stale cigarettes chilled me to the bone. He raged about his family, about how they were entitled to my money, our money. The fear was sharp, but my own anger surged. Then, I came home to a ransacked apartment, my belongings destroyed, and Kevin sitting in my armchair, drinking my dad's scotch. Mrs. Davis was there too, silently watching, complicit. My phone was shattered. They laid out their plan: I would empty my accounts, sign over my car, give them everything. Then, maybe, they' d let me go. Trapped, I feigned submission, my mind racing for an escape. In a desperate, reckless moment, I grabbed my heavy coffee pot from the kitchen. With a surge of pure, unadulterated rage, I swung./0/82854/coverorgin.jpg?v=dab7a8367543ab509dcbe2bd6f230ce0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
