Young Adult Books for Women
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Cold As Ice Cubes
A boy with an ice-cold nature named Alizter made Morin curious to death. Why is that boy so closed off and so difficult to approach? Morin felt curious, she wanted to approach Alizter, but it wasn't as easy as she imagined. There is something going on with Alizter, and Morin wants to get to know that cold boy even more. Morin only hoped that she didn't go too far and make a mistake./0/90275/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1e836abf7867d0083307264e4e8da60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hockey Star Regret
Coleen Maine hated Hayden Michaels with her entire heart. After high school graduation, she thought she had escaped the hell that being a classmate to Hayden was. Being his academic rival was enough to put her, Coleen, at the top of his shit list. To make matters worse, he's the hot, popular jock with a full-ride scholarship he doesn't need, because he has all the money that she doesn't. When Coleen finds herself in close contact with Hayden again out of no free will of her own, she expects things to be the same. But somehow, somewhere between summer and starting their first year at college, something changed. Now, Coleen isn't sure Hayden hates her anymore. Between her new job, college, and her friendships, she finds herself wondering what lies behind Hayden's deep gaze towards her./0/80420/coverorgin.jpg?v=f8235a05203f4cefd00d44058cb654dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mother, My Attacker
My NFL dream was within reach, a scholarship to A&M, a future as a star quarterback. Life felt perfect under the Friday night lights. Then, one night, after a showcase game, I was dragged behind the bleachers. Blinding pain ripped through me, a sound like splintering wood from my throwing arm, then blackness. I woke up in the hospital, my body broken. But the true nightmare began when I overheard my mom and sister, supposedly my heartbroken family, plotting. They had hired the thugs who attacked me. It was all to "slow me down," to "clear the path" for my half-brother, Caleb. They wanted me to miss the combine, to make sure Caleb got his shot. My own mother engineered my brutal assault. Caleb even came to my hospital room and staged a pathetic fake attack, making me look like the monster. The perfect family, the supportive mother, the caring sister—all a grotesque, suffocating lie. My entire future, my identity, shattered by the very people who claimed to love me. How could they do this? Lying there, crippled and utterly betrayed, a desperate memory resurfaced: a crumpled note from my deceased father, a number for a grandfather, an oil baron I’d never met. With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone. It was my only hope./0/7364/coverorgin.jpg?v=9620803981a63a706d12996e78187950&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Onlooker in France 1917-1919
Sir, William Newenham Montague Orpen, KBE (1878-1931) was an Irish-born British portrait painter. He studied art at the Metropolitan School and at the Slade School in London where, at the time, great emphasis was put on the study of old masters. He was a fine draughtsman and a popular painter of the well-to-do in the period leading up to World War I. Orpen was made an official war painter of the First World War and in 1917 he travelled to the Western Front. He produced drawings and paintings of privates, dead soldiers and German prisoners of war along with official portraits of generals and politicians. (Excerpt from Goodreads)/0/80265/coverorgin.jpg?v=23fe5624f04e57709cc7bcf6b54c7541&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Reunion That Broke Me
I was just an art student from Philly, trying to build a new life. A small, hopeful spark ignited when Julian Vance, from prestigious Blackwood University, reconnected with me after years. He seemed different, quieter, and even asked me out to a party. But I never made it to that party. Instead, I was ambushed in the school woods by Marcus, Kevin, and Dave – Julian’s friends – a night that became a blur of pain and terror. And through my agonizing tears, I saw Julian himself, standing at the edge, watching. Then, he walked away, joining them as they left me shattered. Years later, the nightmare returned as Julian violently dragged me into his car. I was held captive in a secluded lake house for months, enduring his baffling accusations and escalating abuse. He tortured me, broke my leg, and chained me like an animal, claiming I’d betrayed his family and taunted his deepest secrets. His sister, Olivia, joined the torment, kicking me, sneering, amplifying my suffering. Even my desperate attempt to end it all was thwarted; they wouldn't even grant me that peace. What unthinkable crime had I supposedly committed to deserve such barbaric cruelty? What kind of twisted debt did they believe I owed, justifying months of physical and psychological torment? How could the Julian who once seemed genuinely kind twist into this monstrous captor, especially when his friends were the true architects of my long-ago trauma? My world was a vortex of agonizing confusion and terror. Then, Julian's powerful mother, Eleanor Vance, offered an unexpected lifeline: marry Julian and be bound to him, or disappear forever with a new identity. Without a moment’s hesitation, fueled by a visceral need for freedom, I chose to vanish. I had to escape, at any cost./0/80891/coverorgin.jpg?v=2640574af91e60d39a0d15376b9c25d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mean Girl's Masterplan: Derailed
As a high school counselor, Sarah Miller, I stood at the PTA meeting, ready to discuss college preparedness. It should have been a routine night. But then Tiffany Hayes, bright smile, clear voice, spoke: "Ms. Miller, about those optional after-school college essay workshops..." A cold dread seized me. I knew this moment. Tiffany's insidious campaign had, in my past life, systematically destroyed me. She’d publicly shamed me, whispering accusations of bribery ruining my career. Her cruelty had shattered Emily, a brilliant student, driving her to a suicide attempt. Emily’s anguished father, blaming me, had violently ended my life with his truck. Darkness. Nothing. Now I was back, staring at Tiffany, as if none of it ever happened. The same words, the same deadly moment. This horrifying loop, the injustice, consumed me. But this time, Tiffany wouldn't win. This time, I would fight back./0/80422/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd54d3bedd3d5281134ad98fd786165d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Burger Barn to Billionaire's Trap
I was just Emily Miller, stuck in a Rust Belt town, working at Burger Barn, with only my Ivy League dreams and a worn-out textbook to escape my indifferent foster parents. My entire future depended on a scholarship. Then, the unthinkable happened. The Waltons—the billionaire supermarket magnates—appeared. They claimed I was their long-lost daughter, genetic proof in hand, complete with a dazzling lifestyle upgrade and a campus heartthrob fiancé, Blake. It should have been a dream come true. But as they spun their heartwarming tale, shimmering, intrusive messages popped up, visible only to me: `>> LOL, the crocodile tears are Emmy-worthy, Marian. #FakeFamily`. These chilling "reality comment subtitles" revealed a sinister truth: the Waltons, including my "fiancé" Blake, were orchestrating an elaborate psychological "kill with kindness" plot. Their real daughter, Jessica, my academic rival, was threatened by my success, and they’d paid off my foster parents to neutralize me. What they offered wasn't a second chance; it was a gilded cage designed to crush my ambition and ensure Jessica's ascent. Every "generous" offer, every "loving" gesture, was a meticulously placed trap, aiming to turn me into a mindless socialite. The comments were my brutal, cynical guide, exposing the true intentions behind their saccharine smiles. Naive? Not anymore. I took a deep breath. If they wanted to play a game, I’d play along – right up to the moment I turned their own resources against them. I’d use their money for the most expensive SAT prep, feign airheadedness, and transform Blake into my unwitting assistant, all while planning my ultimate, public triumph that would expose their vile scheme to the world./0/17066/coverorgin.jpg?v=f995c649964ea2d5d6337650848b0245&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Triple Alliance
Charles Harold Avery (1869-1943) was an English author of children's literature. He began writing in his early twenties, and in 1894 his book The Orderly Officer was published. Avery wrote mainly school stories. These books were popular among boys and girls in the later half of the 19th and earlier part of the 20th centuries, and described life in public and private schools in England. For his books he drew mainly on his experiences at Eton. Avery also wrote several adventure books and stories, often featuring pirates and again drawing on his childhood experiences in Malaysia. He was extremely prolific, writing over 50 books within a 45 year period. His works include: The School's Honour, and Other Stories (1895), An Old Boy's Yarns; or, School Tales for Past and Present Boys (1895), Frank's First Term; or, Making a Man of Him (1896), Soldiers of the Queen; or, Jack Fenleigh's Luck (1897), The Triple Alliance: Its Trials and Triumphs (1899), Stolen or Strayed (1899) and Mobsley's Mohicans: A Tale of Two Terms (1899)./0/80268/coverorgin.jpg?v=87de4133f89f4801efa50bf1d728b0dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The SAT Eve Nightmare
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High’s auditorium hummed, a familiar sound. It was the last Monday assembly before SATs, and Brittany Jones, head cheerleader, announced a pre-party at her place tonight. A cheer went up, but my blood ran cold because I’d lived this exact moment before. Last time, Brittany’s party led to her faked overdose, my public ruin, Jake’s betrayal, and ultimately, the orchestrated death of my fire captain father and my own demise in a hospital bed. Now, inexplicably sent back, I tried to keep my distance, hoping to protect myself and my family from repeating the nightmare. Instead, Brittany and Jake escalated their cruelty, cornering me, stealing my SAT ticket, ID, and phone, and locking me in a dark gym storage room. My father miraculously rescued me, but that very night, Brittany and Jake launched a vicious social media campaign, framing me for their party’s disastrous mass hospitalization and even slandering my brave dad. Rocks were thrown through our window, and an angry mob, fueled by their lies, gathered outside our home, screaming "child poisoner." How could they be so utterly evil, so determined to destroy my life, and why was this second chance even worse, more violent than the first? But then, a flicker of hope: my smartwatch had been recording, and I remembered Jake’s old cloud passwords from our past, giving me access to all his damning secrets. This time, I wouldn’t just survive; I would use every memory and every piece of evidence to ensure they reaped what they sowed, for good./0/2050/coverorgin.jpg?v=8508d9e0a703188e58a384d7731df1ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jeanne of the Marshes
Edward Phillips Oppenheim was an English novelist, primarily known for his suspense fiction.He featured on the cover of 'Time' magazine on 12 September 1927 and he was the self-styled 'Prince of Storytellers', a title used by Robert standish for his biography of the author.He wrote 116 novels, mainly of the suspense and international intrigue type, but including romances, comedies, and parables of everyday life, and 39 volumes of short stories, all of which earned him vast sums of money. He also wrote five novels under the pseudonymn Anthony Partridge and a volume of autobiography, 'The Pool of Memory' in 1939.He is generally regarded as the earliest writer of spy fiction as we know it today, and invented the 'Rogue Male' school of adventure thrillers that was later exploited by John Buchan and Geoffrey Household./0/25985/coverorgin.jpg?v=48163aca33203ab160e160a836a8a960&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not Over You (Teacher x Student)
Grace McCullen, diagnosed with terminal blood cancer, believes in keeping few connections to spare them pain after her inevitable death. Her resolve is challenged when she falls in love with Mr. Bradley Archer, a troubled teacher at her school. As their relationship blossoms, Mr. Bradley's past trauma resurfaces, testing their love. Will he find the strength to reciprocate Grace's feelings amidst his own struggles?/0/15504/coverorgin.jpg?v=671d7c3a0217a8006e7fa43bda3e3595&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Reborn to Save My Dad
My Harvard acceptance letter felt like a golden ticket, a one-way out of this dead-end town. That Friday night, after the football game, all I wanted was to help my dad close his auto shop. But then I heard a muffled sob. It was Jessica Miller, the head cheerleader, trapped by star quarterback Bryce Vanderbilt. My dad taught me: "You see something wrong, you make it right." So, I intervened. That act of courage cost me everything. Jessica pointed me out to the police: "He' s the one who attacked me." My scholarship was rescinded for "moral turpitude." My name was dragged through the mud. The stress killed my father, the only man who believed me. Months later, at a gas station, I confronted Jessica and Bryce. He shoved me into traffic. And then, nothing. I woke up expecting hell, but instead, I was back in the high school parking lot. The Friday night lights buzzed. The Harvard letter was in my pocket. And then I heard it again: Jessica's muffled cry. The trauma of my first life crashed over me. Last time, I sacrificed everything for a lie. This time, I knew what to do. I turned around, put my hands in my pockets, and walked away. My father was alive right now. And my only job was to keep him that way. This time, justice would look very different./0/9247/coverorgin.jpg?v=7379849551d2bcd147eeb3625e79c974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Decoration of Houses
The Historical Tradition Rooms in General Walls Doors Windows Fireplaces Ceilings and Floors Entrance and Vestibule Hall and Stairs The Drawing-room, Boudoir, and Morning-room Gala Rooms: Ball-room, Saloon, Music-room, Gallery The Library, Smoking-room, and "Den" The Dining-room Bedrooms The School-room and Nurseries Bric-à-Bracooms may be decorated in two ways: by a superficial application of ornament totally independent of structure, or by means of those architectural features which are part of the organism of every house, inside as well as out. In the middle ages, when warfare and brigandage shaped the conditions of life, and men camped in their castles much as they did in their tents, it was natural that decorations should be portable, and that the naked walls of the mediæval chamber should be hung with arras, while a ciel, or ceiling, of cloth stretched across the open timbers of its roof. When life became more secure, and when the Italian conquests of the Valois had acquainted men north of the Alps with the spirit of classic tradition, proportion and the relation of voids to masses gradually came to be regarded as the chief decorative values of the interior. Portable hangings were in consequence replaced by architectural ornament: in other words, the architecture of the room became its decoration. This architectural treatment held its own through every change of taste until the second quarter of the present century; but since then various influences have combined to sever the natural connection between the outside of the modern house and its interior. In the average house the architect's task seems virtually confined xx to the elevations and floor-plan. The designing of what are to-day regarded as insignificant details, such as mouldings, architraves, and cornices, has become a perfunctory work, hurried over and unregarded; and when this work is done, the upholsterer is called in to "decorate" and furnish the rooms./0/36468/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef2c497e7c60956cd3fe90eafb2599f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bad boy turned the good girl bad.
It wasn't about the monsters that surrounded her, it was about the demons that were living inside her. But he was ready to fight. Fight with her demons for her. But she wasn't ready to let him in, not after how he broke her soul brutally. He regretted everything he did after he realised his feelings for her. He realised every girl isn't the same. But he wanted her now. He wanted every inch of her and never wanted to let her go. Ashton Monroe was a lucifer dressed up like a greek god. Arrogant, cocky, famous bully of the school and he was famous for his good looks and cold yet unforgiving nature. You wouldn't ever want to fall in the bad books of Ashton if you want to graduate your college with a smile on your face. Clara Hughes is a girl with a positive attitude and loves herself the way she is. Until everyone pointed out that she was ugly and cursed and was bullied. But her positive attitude never changed. She was a ball of sunshine, whose daydream kind of life turned into a nightmare just because people around her thought she was unfit based on her looks. She was fine with it, until HE walked into her life. She felt that he breathed by bullying her. He broke her to an extent that she couldn't take life anymore and killed the positivity inside her. She fell for her bully, something she never thought would be possible even in her wildest dreams. And she knows she'll be paying for it forever./0/23328/coverorgin.jpg?v=15a1d1ed1bea86a3d3e3080dc99118f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./0/17071/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b1416190c212d0a9b1313dc36a0778d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The True Citizen, How To Become One
The True Citizen, How to Become One was written by W A Smith and W F Markwick. This book was written for Middle School aged students. There are many books on civics written empathizing the political aspects. This book prepares the student for the moral and ethical aspects of public life. The book is divided into 39 chapters one for each week of the school year. Each chapter begins with 5 memory gems one for each day of the week./0/17385/coverorgin.jpg?v=f4bfb2f860566d8d6c19947a492218e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twelve Good Musicians
n the Preface of his admirable contribution to the Oxford History of Music (Vol. III.) the late Sir Hubert Parry writes: "The seventeenth century is musically almost a blank, even to those who take more than the average interest in the Art; and barely a score of composers' names during the whole time suggest anything more than a mere reputation to modern ears." Of course the distinguished author is speaking of the musical world in general, not of our own country's music only. I am inclined to think it is a little severe on us. I have always found that great interest is taken in the 17th century music and musicians of England. Surely the century which began with the great Madrigal school at its highest point, which saw the Masque at its best in Milton's Comus, which witnessed the supersession of the viol by the violin, and which, at the close, had to its credit the complete works of our greatest composer, Henry Purcell, ought not to be in any sense "almost a blank," to English students at least./0/1742/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e9df085861767a36c259c75c5520a60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
