Young Adult Books for Women
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"He Chose Her... Then Came Back to Me"
"You don't get to hurt me and then make me responsible for how guilty you feel about it." "Friends don't stand next to you, learn everything about you, and then use it to get close to the one person they know matters." Aria thought she knew two things for certain: she was going to graduate with her best friend, Iris, by her side, and she was in love with her boyfriend, Liam. One kiss changed everything. But as the secrets of their "before" come to light, Aria realizes the betrayal didn't start at a party or in a moment of weakness. It started weeks ago, in the conversations she wasn't part of and the moments she wasn't invited to. Now, Aria has to decide if she can find herself again in the wreckage of the people she trusted most-or if some bridges are meant to be burned/0/7425/coverorgin.jpg?v=7586260e2be1fd2aeb38423f9ff399b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Rewound: A Sister's Vengeance
I woke up to sunlight, a normal morning, but my heart hammered. Today was the day my little brother Sam died on the football field. I' d lived through this nightmare once before, watched my family crumble, and been blamed for everything. Then, the crack of impact, Sam falling, not getting up. Just like before. This time, instead of running to his side, I turned and walked away. A wave of nausea hit me, but also a desperate hope: I wouldn' t be the scapegoat again. The blame started instantly. My mother, Dr. Eleanor Vance, chief of surgery, was furious. Not because Sam was dying, but because I hadn't called her immediately. Her priority? A Napa wine tasting with Chloe, who, as always, was whispering poison in her ear. While Sam fought for his life, Mom and Chloe sent photos of clinking wine glasses and luxury shopping. How could a mother choose a spa day over her dying son? How could Chloe, the "hero" whose parents supposedly died saving Sam, be so cruel? This wasn't just neglect; something was deeply, horribly wrong. Sam died. And this time, my father saw it all. He pointed at my mother, his voice raw with agony and rage: "You killed our son." With that truth laid bare, the lies of my family began to unravel. I had to expose the dark secrets behind Sam's death, no matter who stood in my way./0/12944/coverorgin.jpg?v=46d08a429d7d0e42ada1605741f572e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Natalia’s High School Manual
Welcome to Natalia’s high school manual! Yup, she’s just your average normie student. And nope, this is definitely not a fairytale. It’s not your typical girl meets boy and they fell in love with each other story, then all of the sudden, BOOM! A happy ending that will satisfy the whole humanity. Her story was a bit different, –nope. Scratch that. It was a disaster, to be exact. A roller coaster ride to the top. Witness how Natalia (without H) face her high school journey with the help of her manual, a set of rules that she invented for herself. Rules that will help her survive high school. Along with her family, friends, and even enemies, will she be able to follow all the rules on her manual, or not? Read and find out./0/11648/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5cfc6d0db81fcf3995ff81ef71731a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Heiress's Loop: My Second Chance
My head pounded, a familiar ache, as I slowly sat up in my dorm room, sunlight streaming through the window. But something was terribly wrong; the last thing I remembered was my farewell party before London, a drink from Brianna, and then a confusing blank. Now, my phone confirmed the impossible: September 5th, move-in day, the exact beginning of my freshman year. A cold dread washed over me, stomach churning, as the door creaked open, revealing Brianna Evans, my new roommate. She was slinging a cheap, shiny black jacket over her arm – a blatant, terrible knock-off of my AllSaints leather jacket, the one I had just worn in my real past. It hit me then: I was trapped in a horrifying loop, forced to relive every cruel detail of the previous timeline. I remembered her subtle digs, the stolen moments, the way she'd mimic me, then twist things until I looked like the villain, the prestigious internship I lost, the friendships she sabotaged, the reputation she systematically destroyed. My blood ran cold, then hot with a fury born of knowing exactly what she was. How could I be back here, forced to endure this slow-motion psychological torture all over again? The sheer unfairness of facing her again, knowing the devastation she' d leave in her wake, was almost unbearable. But deep within me, the old Ash – the one who was kind, accommodating, and always gave the benefit of the doubt – was gone, poisoned out of existence by Brianna's venom. This time, things would be drastically different. The game was on, and though she thought she held all the cards, I knew the rules now. I had a lifetime of future knowledge, and this time, the winner wouldn't be Brianna. My future was finally mine to reclaim./0/39876/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b6b5590264ac4b9974e1e496b958ca2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha Aires;My Bully Loves Me
"I love you, Aires" "Who wrote this letter?" Aires asked, bending to pick the piece of paper that has fallen at his feet, his eyes pinned hers and she swallowed, "you love me?" His voice sounded strange to her ears but she couldn't fathom the emotions behind it. Timidly she nodded finally voicing out her feelings. His gaze raked over her and she stood absolutely still, "flat chest, flat bum, teeth filled with braces and clumsy as hell, I can never love someone like you so get lost" and so she ran, with tears streaming down her cheeks like rivers of water....../0/18138/coverorgin.jpg?v=112f783b4f20260947c62f472ecb26c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Love The Bad Boy
Cali Evans is just trying to get through high school without bringing unnecessary attention to her. She decided to join the cheer team and now hangs around in the popular crowd. Shawn Myers is the bad boy. Without even trying, Shawn get all the girls attention, even when he doesn't want it. He only wants one girls attention, and one only. When Cali gets paired up with The Shawn Myers, she thinks her life it over. Quinn would find out and she would be friendless. Trust, love and jealously brings the two together, but it also brings them apart. And so does Cali's thoughts about How To Get Through Highschool./0/84326/coverorgin.jpg?v=86249a79e26b940283eae9fea6597cab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Grandmother's Curse
My parents always said I was bad luck, but my Grandma Stella was the only light in my brutal home, my only shield against their cruel abuse. When Grandma Stella finally succumbed to her pain, ignored and reviled by my mother, her last breath was a desperate plea for relief, drowned out by contempt. My mother, truly monstrous, ordered me to take Grandma' s body and dump it in the industrial lot, a feast for stray dogs, claiming she was "trash." Against their wishes, I secretly buried her in the old church cemetery, the one they coveted for themselves, whispering a desperate vow for justice into the cold earth, sealing it with my own blood. But soon, strange accidents plagued our house-my brother's fever, our truck dying, even our chickens dropping dead without a mark. They blamed me, a proven curse, and brought in a crooked preacher who, instead of helping, declared me the vessel of misfortune and conspired to use me as bait for "the spirit." Now, cornered and used, I realize my quiet promise to Grandma was far more powerful than I ever imagined, turning our home into a terrifying battleground where true reckoning begins./0/15544/coverorgin.jpg?v=3221b1274a6c76cf3ab4f9bd7ffd0027&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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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./0/21710/coverorgin.jpg?v=49339f6896c77427203924bd1c67d57a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Meandering Love
Liliana is a friendless, socially awkward, and tomboy who is constantly being ridiculed for her appearance and lack of social connections. However, she is destined to meet a charming prince, and a rollercoaster ride awaits her, which will completely transform her life. Jason is a charming, arrogant jock who has never trusted a girl, who has never believed in steadfast love, and who has finally decided to be with the tomboy girl, Liliana. At first, his goal was to keep the girls out of his way. However, once they both looked into each other's eyes and kissed, once the sparks of love-struck their hearts. "Can you tell me why you're dressing like a boy? "Do you have any idea that you're a girl?" He chuckled, inspecting her from her shoes to her bizarre bun in a mocking manner. "Then kiss me," she said, a competitive tone in her voice as she raised her eyebrows in irritation. She caught him off guard with her words, but she managed to pull him into a powerful kiss that broke his heart. They had no intention of falling in love with each other. But it was their destiny./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./0/25281/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./0/28202/coverorgin.jpg?v=f82d97eff880ac3ef6982ca475e5b801&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wasn’t Part of the Plan
When Gianna Emerson best friend gets dumped by her boyfriend; Gianna is determined to make him go through the same pain and hurt he made her best friend go through. Get close to him, make him fall in love with her and then mercilessly dump him. It was the most perfect and flawless plan except that it didn’t involve Gianna falling helplessly in love with him. What’s more, her Favourite rule of friend is “though shall not fall in love with your friend’s ex”/0/86929/coverorgin.jpg?v=24ef1ae292a959f494efb009ce936e30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Pawn To Queen: A Love Story
The acceptance letter from Atheria Art Academy was heavy in my hands, promising a future I' d dreamed of with my childhood friends, Jake and Noah. We all got in, scholarships secured. But then, Jake' s smile faltered. He and Noah dropped a bombshell: they weren' t going to Atheria; they were choosing community college, all for the new girl, Emily, who' d appeared just months ago. "It' s because of Emily," Jake stated, his voice filled with a righteousness that grated on my nerves. "She needs us. She' s going to Northwood, so we' re going with her." I wanted to scream, to shake them, but then shimmering, golden letters appeared before my eyes, a phantom message only I could see: "If the supporting character continues to hinder, the male leads will design to lose her scholarship documents. She will then fall down the stairs while looking for them, resulting in permanent leg paralysis, spending the rest of her life in a wheelchair." More words appeared: "She deserves it! Anyone who obstructs the plot will face consequences!" The world spun. Supporting character? Male leads? This was a cheap novel come to life, and I was slated for paralysis. My blood ran cold, the words I was about to say dying on my lips. They weren't just making a stupid choice; they were agents of a predetermined, horrifying destiny. My family had given them everything, treated them like sons, and this was their repayment? Becoming pawns who would see me crippled? No. I refused. I choked down the bitter taste of betrayal and forced a calm over my face. "If you' ve made up your minds, then go to community college." They looked surprised, then relieved, completely missing the quiet fury in my eyes. They thought they were choosing a different path. They had no idea they had just chosen to walk off a cliff./0/7439/coverorgin.jpg?v=5cbd7c218ca5a6737b0bcce06f21139d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Camp-fire and Wigwam
Classic adventure novel. According to Wikipedia: "Edward Sylvester Ellis (April 11, 1840 – June 20, 1916) was an American author who was born in Ohio and died at Cliff Island, Maine. Ellis was a teacher, school administrator, and journalist, but his most notable work was that that he performed as author of hundreds of dime novels that he produced under his name and a number of noms de plume. Notable works by Ellis include The Huge Hunter, or the Steam Man of the Prairies and Seth Jones, or the Captives of the Frontier. Internationally, Edward S. Ellis is probably best known for his Deerhunter novels widely read by young boys up to the 1950s (together with works by James Fenimore Cooper and Karl May). In the mid-1880s, after a fiction-writing career of some thirty years, Ellis eventually turned his pen to more serious works of biography, history, and persuasive writing."/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."/0/8414/coverorgin.jpg?v=97837659b241c178ab4c534e8bb48d57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
