Young Adult Books for Women
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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./0/82799/coverorgin.jpg?v=671ac66ffa86fd2579d57d3358389775&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Refused to Be Broken
My whole life was about getting out of this blue-collar town. Ivy League scholarships were my ticket, and I lived and breathed SAT prep. My best friend, Bree Van Doren, struggled with her studies, her family's hardware store failing. She always said I made it look so easy. Then Bree suggested a "study retreat" at her remote family cabin in the Adirondacks. After she handed me a bottle of water, that's the last thing I remembered before darkness. I woke up on a dirt floor, head pounding, in a filthy shack. This was no cabin; this was a nightmare. The Petersons, a rough, menacing family, treated me like an animal. Then Bree appeared, her face shockingly cold, flatly admitting she sold me to them. For a few hundred bucks and a beat-up snowmobile, my "best friend" had erased her academic competition. I was to "keep Cletus company." Sold. Like an object. For a snowmobile. Every Ivy League dream I had, reduced to ash. Panic clawed at my throat. How? Why? Even my own cousin, Jake, seeing me bruised and desperate, didn't recognize me. But a silent scream of "NO" echoed in my mind. I would not break. I was Sarah Miller, and my formidable grandparents, Eli and Agnes Miller, would find me. And when they did, Bree Van Doren would pay./0/23353/coverorgin.jpg?v=de65fb6cb58de717e02f4a1e286f497e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touched by Forever
Ann Willow, a human teenager's world gets turned upside down when new students enter her class one day. Ann soon finds out that she is connected to a Supernatural world in more than one way, from Werewolves, Vampires, Hybrids, and everything in between. What will become of Ann when she finds herself in love with the beings of the Supernatural world?/0/86241/coverorgin.jpg?v=95af8b433a6636c68585640548a1082b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Her Lies, My True Destiny
The scholarship trophy, the culmination of years of relentless effort, was almost in my grasp. Then the world tipped sideways, and Madison' s tear-streaked face appeared, her trembling finger pointing directly at me. "She cheated," her voice echoed, accusing me of plagiarism in front of the entire faculty and student body. That was the final blow in the ruthless campaign Madison, my seemingly innocent roommate, had waged against me ever since we moved in. She' d subtly undermined my grades, isolated me from friends with "worried" lies about my sanity, and now, she' d orchestrated the destruction of my future. Expelled, my name dragged through the mud, the shame a suffocating weight-I ended it all on a cold, rainy night, unable to bear the torment. But then, a sharp poke jolted me awake. "Chloe? Are you awake?" Madison stood over me, holding a textbook, wearing that same vacant, innocent look I once fell for. Professor Miller' s class. This was it. The very beginning of her calculated destruction. Rage, pure and blinding, surged through me. I snatched the textbook from her, tossed it, and pulled the covers over my head, my voice flat, "Figure it out yourself." The silence that followed was deafening. She was confused. I had a second chance. And this time, I wasn't just going to survive. I was going to make Madison pay for every single tear./0/3017/coverorgin.jpg?v=256e894153da06e8c31404c9f9f5d2e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Andy Grant's Pluck
Andy Grant is forced to drop out of boarding school and abandon his plans for college because his father is facing difficult economic times at home, particularly because the local squire is threatening to foreclose on the family's farm. This is the story of how Andy goes out into the world and conquers every obstacle and then returns home to deal with the wealthy squire./0/7085/coverorgin.jpg?v=05c37a9d2e102abffe7254e6119bec4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Son of Clemenceau, A Novel of Modern Love and Life
Alexandre Dumas "fils" was the illegitimate son of a Paris dressmaker and the renowned author of "The Three Musketeers." Dumas "pre" took him from his mother as a child (French law then allowed that), and gave the child a marvelous education at schools that included the Institution Goubaux and the Collge Bourbon — but he could not take from the child the memory of his mother. Dumas "fils" spent much of his life writing of the loss of her — in works like "Camille" and this novel, "The Son of Clemenceau." Alexandre Dumas "fils" died at Marly-le-Roi, Yvelines, on November 27, 1895; he is buried in the Cimetire de Montmartre in Paris./0/22416/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a929061b6eccc7504010b4066f02787&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Greatest Holiday Ever
Cole is both a manipulator and a lair. Yet the only fault Valley finds in the love of her life are the uninvited guests he brings to live with them. He's bad news father said, he's your sickening addiction best friend argues, all of which Valley sees as superstitions. Well, that is until she invites him to live with her together for their last summer before heading to college. Will Valley be able to overcome what Cole has in store for her, or will she keep bickering with the arrogant badboy Louis, one of her guests, who she falls into hate with at first sight./1/111273/coverorgin.jpg?v=85e4164c0fec67416a3f85c239b54f62&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Being My Archenemy's Fake Girlfriend
Amy has enough problems. She's the new girl at Fieldman High, still grieving her parents, living with a brother who resents her existence, and now working at a coffee shop just to get by. The last thing she needs is Leo Calloway charming, infuriating, and the most performative person she has ever met - proposing that she pretend to be his girlfriend to make his cheating ex jealous. She says yes anyway. Because she's tired of being the girl things happen to. Because Michelle has made her a target. And because the arrangement comes with protection she didn't know she needed. What she doesn't agree to is falling for him. But somewhere between the fake smiles and the real conversations, between kitchen tables and difficult truths and Leo showing up every single time it counts, the line between pretend and real becomes impossible to find. And as Amy's carefully kept secrets begin to surface secrets darker, and more dangerous than anyone around her knows, she discovers that the boy who is her archenemy might be the only person she trusts with all of it. And that the coffee shop she walked into looking for a job might have given her something she has been missing her whole life. Some things, it turns out, find you exactly when they're supposed to./0/6148/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f6f02f7a4bc814f7042d62aed26d695&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Peggy Parsons at Prep School
Excerpt: ...with scant sympathy, but with much merry appreciation of her snow-powdered face and its look of wondering appeal. Nevertheless, in spite of difficulties and delays, they had covered two meadows and a large open field without more stress of adventure than they found pleasant. All of a sudden Peggy pointed ahead. There, gleaming on before them, straight ahead and over the crest of a bit of rising ground, were the glistening snow-shoe marks of another explorer who had recently gone that way before them. The sun shone into the criss-cross pattern of the steps, which seemed to the girls to be both invitation and challenge. Katherine adapted the quotation, laughing. \"If I could leave behind me any such even tracks as that it might be worth while going on, but when you can't get the swing of it, Peggy, you can't keep warm, and while I want to learn, sometime, I think it wasn't born in me as it was in you, and it will need several practice attempts before I can be in your class at all. So I'm going back-for now-do you want to come, or are you going on-?\" Peggy looked back toward the familiar roofs of Andrews, and then she looked away out over the barren fields in their whiteness, new and untouched save for the gleaming snow-shoe tracks that called and called to her to be as adventurous as they. \"I guess I'll go on,\" she said, a hint of abandon in her voice. \"Well, good-by, hon,\" said Katherine, meekly taking her leave. \"I will get about as much more of this as I want going back, but I hope you have a nice time-and-and end up at tea somewhere just as we were going to.\" \"Tea by myself would be horrid,\" Peggy called after her. \"I won't be long, but I just must have some more, I love it so.\" Then she turned her face to the snow-shoe tracks, and with a little gay song on her lips took up their trail. \"I'm Robinson Crusoe,\" she told herself blithely, \"and these tracks are the good man Friday's. And we are the.../0/8339/coverorgin.jpg?v=2bf49cb5a4d865dd3b73851813bf9e10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Kissed By My Brother
He always called me his little bird. For six years, since my parents died in that tragic fire, my uncle Michael Davies was my world. He promised to protect me, to give me a gilded cage where I could feel safe. But on the eve of my 18th birthday, that gilded cage became a prison. I overheard him in his study, a phone call that shattered my entire existence. He was talking to Emily White, his ex-fiancée, the woman he truly loved. And in that chilling conversation, I learned the truth. My "savior" had orchestrated a monstrous plan: he was going to auction me off at my own birthday party. And Emily, the woman he swore he loved, revealed she was the one who set the fire that killed my parents. My uncle knew. He' d known all along. Every sweet word, every gentle touch, every act of supposed kindness was a lie designed to keep me a pawn in his twisted game of revenge. I was just a substitute, a cheap copy of the woman he truly desired. The pain was unbearable, a betrayal so profound it left me gasping for air. But the girl who loved Michael Davies died in that hallway. A new Sarah was born, cold, hard, and desperate to escape. I would not be his victim. I would not be their entertainment. I would survive this. My only escape was a desperate plea to his grandfather: arranging a marriage to a comatose man, miles away. It felt like a desolate choice, a sacrifice for freedom. But it was my only hope. I had to get out./0/4742/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220108103629&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Pirates
William Hope Hodgson was born in Essex, England on November 15th, 1877. Over his short career he produced a large body of work which explored and covered many genres. From horror, to science fiction, to stories on the sea, where he had spent much of his early life. In 1899, at the age of 22, he opened W. H. Hodgson's School of Physical Culture, in Blackburn, England, offering tailored exercise regimes for personal training. Eventually the business shut down and he immersed himself in writing. An article in 1903 "Physical Culture versus Recreative Exercises" seems to be one of the first and the following year came his first short story "The Goddess of Death". It was the beginning of an intensely creative period in his life. When war drew its shadow over Europe Hodgson received a commission as a Lieutenant in the Royal Artillery. In 1916, he was thrown from a horse and suffered a serious head injury; he received a mandatory discharge, and returned to writing. Hodgson recovered sufficiently to re-enlist but at the Battle of Ypres in April 1918 he was killed by an artillery shell./0/46198/coverorgin.jpg?v=2648bd17083a965ac51218badf4e9cb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Inamorato's Obsession
Jealousy, obsession, danger, and secrets lurk beneath the surface, threatening to tear her world apart, as Lily navigates the twist and turns of love and friendship, she must decide which boy is truly right for her and face the consequences of her choices. --------------------- Eighteen-year-old Lily Brower, who has never been in an intimate relationship, finds her self-torn between two boys in her senior year. Mark, the arrogant and cocksure captain of the basketball team, commanding attention with his entourage. He wields his sharp wit to garner both envy and admiration. On the other hand, there’s Ethan, the enigmatic newcomer, who makes his entrance carrying an aura of intrigue. His mere presence captivates attention as his tall and attractive physique becomes a magnet, drawing admiring glances toward him. Lily gets to know both of them and finds herself drawn to their unique personalities, but soon realizes that there is more at stake than just her heart. She finally discovers the unsaid words and secrets beneath their perfect smile. She finds out that the perfect truth can turn out to be the biggest lie. Does she really love them? Or is she caught in a web of manipulation? Can she trust that they are who they claim to be?/0/32588/coverorgin.jpg?v=cafedad332189ab41b083664223cdc61&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Betrayed Heart, Culinary Rise
The scent of rosemary and garlic used to be my comfort, a promise of a future I was meticulously crafting. My Ashton Culinary Academy application, almost complete, sat waiting for my signature dish video. Then, my step-sister Brittany waltzed in, phone already recording. "Welcome back to the 'Ultimate Prank Challenge' !" she announced, her cruel smirk widening. This wasn' t my audition; it was my entry for her "Worst Chef Wannabe" contest. Laughter erupted, sharp and loud, from her clique, including Liam, my childhood friend, who just stared at his shoes. They'd "accidentally" spilled water on my application. My meticulously written essays blurred into meaningless inkblots. My chance was gone. They hadn't just destroyed my dream; they' d turned me into a prop in their game for social media likes. The reflection in the oven showed their triumphant faces, a circle of hyenas enjoying their kill, while I was a ghost in my own kitchen. The warmth was gone, replaced by the sting of betrayal. My mom' s voice later confirmed: Ashton had withdrawn my application. No anger, no sadness, just a factual pronouncement. She didn' t ask what happened, or if I was okay. I was just a problem to her. They wanted peace? Fine. I would find my own way, with people who actually respected me. I was done understanding./0/1458/coverorgin.jpg?v=20210813192720&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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