Young Adult Books for Women
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No Sweet Sixteen Only Bitter Betrayal
My Sweet Sixteen was supposed to be a dream. I was Scarlett, a golden child, engaged to my childhood sweetheart Julian, and protected by my powerful brother Ethan. Our lives were perfectly aligned, part of an influential dynasty. But then, a science experiment gone wrong left me disfigured and screaming. The intern, Brianna, who caused it, seemed to vanish, destined for jail. My brother and fiancé swore revenge, their initial protectiveness a comforting blanket. Yet, strange, mocking voices whispered in my head: "They're impressed by her. They'll fall for her. Hard." Soon, Brianna was "sick," and Ethan and Julian abandoned my hospital bedside to rush to hers. My calls went to voicemail, my care diminished, and then I was framed for attacking her. Julian dissolved our engagement, calling me unstable. I was banished to a forgotten wing, then a rundown halfway house, forced into grueling labor. The lowest point came when they held me under icy water, demanding an apology for a crime I didn't commit. Why abandon me, their Scarlett, for this woman who ruined my life? Was I just an inconvenience, a damaged relic of a past they wanted to forget? The voices in my head revealed the shocking truth: "It was a diversion. You were a pawn. Everything – your suffering – was a strategic move." My pain wasn't about love or betrayal; it was a cold, calculated sacrifice for power. With this sickening clarity, I refused their hollow apologies and offers to "restore" my life. I walked away from their gilded cage, leaving my old self and their lies behind. Now, free from their toxic influence, I begin a new chapter, far from the corrupt city, ready to redefine my own destiny./0/83469/coverorgin.jpg?v=5bd1fd38446733fbf6bd0fa16880a56f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beneath The Surface: A Family's Secret
My life was a laundry cycle of servitude. A straight-A student, yet at home, I was just the maid, my younger brother Kevin' s muddy jersey a constant reminder. My parents, Karen and Rick, lived through his fleeting athletic glories, barely acknowledging my existence. Then came the Spring Break survivalist trip to the Nevada desert, Kevin's latest TikTok obsession, eagerly championed by my parents. I warned them about the aggressive wildlife, the missing hikers, but my mother's hand found my cheek, silencing me. Deep in the desert, our SUV got stuck, and as darkness fell, a chilling tap on my window turned our ill-fated adventure into a nightmare. A starving mountain lion shattered the glass, its claws tearing into my arm. But the real terror wasn't the beast; it was the cold calculation in my mother's eyes. With a sickening shove, Karen pushed me out of the car, right into the lion's path. The door slammed shut, the lock clicked, and my last sight was their taillights speeding away, leaving me for dead in the dark. Their relief was palpable, and I died knowing they abandoned me without a second thought. I was consumed by the grit of the sand, the tearing pain, the animal' s hot breath, but most of all, the chilling indifference of my own family. How could they? How could my own mother make such a conscious, fatal decision to discard me? Why was I always the problem they needed to eliminate, the buzzkill they had to silence? Then, the familiar smell of bleach filled my lungs. I gasped, eyes flying open, standing in the laundry room, Kevin' s muddy jersey in my hand. I was back, and this time, the cold, hard block settling in my chest wasn't sorrow or fear, but a thirst for revenge. Not this time. This time, they would pay./0/82821/coverorgin.jpg?v=26dcc68050c0bc803f7610b0b12bbb16&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The King's Daughter, The Kids' Champion
The group home reeked of old bleach and unspoken sadness, but for nine-year-old Leo, the community center was a fragile beacon. There, Ethan, the kind program director, was a rare comfort. Then, Sarah arrived. She was sharp, detached, and moved like a cat, yet Leo saw the unspoken longing in her eyes, always fixed on Ethan. She protected Leo from schoolyard bullies, her silent strength a stark contrast to her obvious, secret pain. As Ethan' s relationship with Isabelle, a beautiful and successful lawyer, blossomed, Sarah began to crack. Her cold exterior dissolved into raw, agonizing heartbreak. he started disappearing, returning with bruised knuckles and a haunted look, battling an emotional turmoil Leo could barely comprehend. He watched her self-destruct, pouring liquor into her coffee, her vibrant potential fading into a hollow despair. When Ethan announced his engagement, Sarah' s world shattered, and Leo found her at the bus station, a one-way ticket to oblivion clutched in her hand. Desperate, Leo faked a severe asthma attack, halting her escape. It worked, but the emptiness in Sarah' s eyes remained, a silent question: how could he save someone so determined to destroy herself? What dark secret tied her to this path of slow annihilation? At the lavish wedding, as Ethan and Isabelle celebrated their future, Leo knew this was Sarah' s ultimate breaking point. He barged in, a small, scruffy kid amidst the glittering crowd, shouting about Sarah' s selfless sacrifices, her anonymous donations, her quiet devotion. The truth hung heavy in the air, forcing Ethan to see, and stirring a new resolve in Sarah. This wasn' t just about her unrequited love; it was about finally choosing herself./0/22152/coverorgin.jpg?v=55eec7bd8c6ddef6ed23f46ede30247b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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?/0/37077/coverorgin.jpg?v=494b2f8fa0306514df1fbe12959a00df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FOREVER AND MORE
Get your pop corn 🍿 and let get ready 🥰💋🌹 GENERS: Romance, betrayal, separation, heartbroken 💔. Prologue: Am so happy to have him in my life, it's soamazing how destiny bring one together, if anyone would had told me this day wouldcome , that I'd finally be with the person I love , I'd never believe it . And right now , am the happiest girl in theworld to have such a good, caring loving andunderstanding boyfriend, and also the most handsome boyfriend in my world. I love him so much . YOU don't wanna missed it...... Trust me you will stay at the edge of your seat craving for MORE 🥰😜/0/18259/coverorgin.jpg?v=a985390477949914cd3f2630a27f2c9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Accidental Babies
[Announcement: As per the author's request, this book will be taken down on April 28th, 2019.] Jason Halloway had a hard time finding a nanny for his recently acquired 9 month old twins, Daphne and Tanner.They hated all of their previous nannies and drove them away.However, maybe they didn't need his help to find their nanny? Maybe they could find her all on their own. April Saunders couldn't believe picking up two wandering babies would bring her face-to-face with Jason Halloway, the business magnate of Chicago.He was the hardest to reach man in the city and he was personally giving her a job.As a nanny. She was less thrilled with the prospect. Not because she thought it was a lowly position but because she had no skills or idea on how to take care of toddlers. However, Jason was unmoving and she took the position. With April trying her best to nurture the twins and Jason wanting to be in every part of the twins' life, how will their relationship go?Will it be 'familiarity breeds contempt'?Or will it be 'love conquers all'? Accidental Series #1 Accidental Roommate (new version) #2 Accidental Babies (completed) #3 Accidental Pregnancy (ongoing)/0/83474/coverorgin.jpg?v=99e8fc7e52869dedc8fbe18cdbe8b357&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scapegoat Daughter
My brother didn't die. He just used a hurricane to run away, leaving me to pay for his escape. For eight agonizing years, my parents blamed me, punishing me for a "sin" I didn't commit, calling my very existence a penance for their lost golden child. On my nineteenth birthday, I tried to break free from their toxic grip. But as a notorious killer stalked me, I begged my father-a detective hunting this very monster-for help. He had already broken my only self-defense, a pepper spray he'd derided as a "useless toy," and then he dismissed my desperate texts as just another one of my dramatic cries for attention. I died because of their callous neglect, because the weapon I relied on failed me. As a ghost, I watched in horrifying silence as they grieved for a son who was never truly gone, while simultaneously dismissing my actual death. My dismembered body on their evidence board was just another case; my own parents were too consumed by mourning a lie to see the devastating truth of my final moments. How could they be so utterly blind? How could they condemn me for a lie, only to be completely untouched by my real, horrific truth? My entire life was an inconvenience, my death an unacknowledged whisper. But then, Ethan returned, alive, shattering their carefully constructed grief and revealing his selfish deception. And my killer, caught by my father, delivered the final, crushing blow: a confession detailing how my parents' neglect had sealed my fate, forcing my father to finally confront his own daughter's terrifying final pleas./0/84123/coverorgin.jpg?v=f428fd6411efe060d13bc423713042d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Genius's Desperate Play
My MIT scholarship was locked, courtesy of a national coding competition. My future was set. But then I overheard a conversation in the high school computer lab, one that shattered my quiet certainty. Jenny, my childhood best friend, and her powerful "Syndicate" gang-the police chief's kid, the judge's daughter-were planning to cheat on the upcoming AP exams, using stolen data from Jenny's cousin. They found me, and everything changed. They threatened my father' s life-saving transplant, my mother' s safety, everything I held dear. With their parents controlling this town, I had no one to turn to. They forced me to decrypt the stolen files, to create the perfect answer keys, then Jenny deliberately smeared my fingerprints all over the USB drive. "Insurance," she called it. A perfect frame. So, I did the only thing I could. I walked into the SAT, held up that incriminating drive, and publicly confessed to a crime I didn' t commit, a crime so big it had to be federal. I watched my MIT dream vanish. I saw the rage in Agent Morris' s eyes, the pity in my guidance counselor's, and the raw despair on my mother' s face as I admitted guilt. Why would I sacrifice everything-my future, my reputation, my family' s hope-for a ludicrous hack I didn't even do? Why would I burn down my own life and confess to a story so absurd, it made me sound insane? Because I wasn't just confessing. I was setting a trap. And they were about to walk right into it./0/85097/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d69fc8c19b506979c3860d580b3a9e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Humiliation, Her Freedom
For seven years, I lived in Liam Sterling' s shadow, meticulously crafting his academic success. Tonight, at our graduation party, he stood on stage, arm around his new girlfriend, Skye Miller, and publicly humiliated me. He announced they were going to Northwood Community College, then suggested I come along, sneering, "You know you can' t manage without me telling you what to do. It' s for the best." Murmurs and snickers filled the room. "His lapdog." "He owns her." Humiliation burned my cheeks, but this time, something snapped. The suffocating feeling that had always compelled my obedience vanished. All the years of silent suffering exploded into rage. When Liam, unaccustomed to resistance, tried to order me around again, I looked him straight in the eye. "No," I said, my voice clear and loud for the first time. His face reddened, but I wasn' t done. "I' m not going to community college with you, Liam. I' m not going anywhere with you." His control shattered, Liam escalated. He and Skye led a mob to my house, turning my sanctuary into a frat party. They poured wine on my graduation dress, laughed at my humiliation, and when I saw my grandmother' s locket-a precious heirloom-around Skye' s neck, a piece of my soul was torn. Liam had stolen it from my room and given it to her. "It' s just a piece of cheap metal, Ava," he scoffed. "It was my grandmother' s! It' s all I have left of her!" I cried, but he just said, "Get over it." Then, Skye whispered to Liam about my college applications, suggesting he destroy my future. My heart pounded as he headed for my room, a cruel smile on his face. No! My future. My laptop. He publicly deleted my Ivy League applications, replacing them with Northwood Vocational School, and submitted it. Then, he smashed my laptop. They dragged me to the basement, locking me in, knowing my deepest fear. My world ended there, swallowed by darkness and their laughter. But somewhere, a father was about to get a call, and Liam Sterling was about to learn a very painful lesson./1/113973/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d539aabcef289a78550335d652233b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jenny & Jay - Volume 1
Johnny Simmons thrives on competition-whether in the pool, in playful bets, or in charming his way through life. He's used to being in control, but when Jane Shepperd enters his world, she proves to be an unexpected challenge. Assigned to his study group, Jane is sharp, unfiltered, and unimpressed by his usual charm. Their first real interaction is filled with witty banter, subtle tension, and a clash of personalities that leaves Johnny both frustrated and intrigued./0/1714/coverorgin.jpg?v=383d19cf3446178d8ffb82e89d8bc5e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Domestic Problems: Work and Culture in the Household
Excerpt from Domestic Problems: Work and Culture in the Household, and the Schoolmaster's Trunk Containing Papers on Home Life in Tweenit A few, a very few, of our women are able to live and move and have their being literally regardless of expense. These can buy of skilled assistants and competent supervisors, whole lifetimes Of lei sure; with these, therefore, Our problem has no concern. The larger class, the immense majority, either do their work themselves, or attend person ally to its being done by others others Signify ing that inefficient, untrustworthy, unstable horde who come fresh from their training in peat-bog and meadow, to cook our dinners, take care Of our china dishes, and adjust the nice little internal arrangements Of our dwellings./0/39027/coverorgin.jpg?v=624e96955072212d8b7c5888b9cd6bea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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My enemy's daughter
After spending a few years in prison, Henrico Zattani, an heir farmer, is finally released and vows to fulfill his promise of revenge to his ex-wife's family, especially her father, an important politician and CEO of one of the largest construction companies in the country. When he finds out that his ex-wife got married, then he chooses her younger sister for his pawn piece in the game. Amelia knows that her last name attracts the most diverse predators, however, she is even more sure that being the bastard daughter is a greater target, so she will do everything to protect her family./0/4314/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a729ab0d04f8216e7fb36cdda84905e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reveries of a Schoolmaster
This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book./0/17941/coverorgin.jpg?v=550e2dbc92612d689d5994268c7ae420&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She's A Natural
Mia knew she wasn't normal. She just wanted to be left alone. On her seventh birthday, she was cursed with gold eyes and the power to control all four elements. She was a freak, and she didn't know what she did to be punished like this. On her eighteenth birthday, after her foster home slammed the door in her face, a mysterious man shoved a train ticket into her hand and told her to get on the midnight train. Confused but not having anywhere else to go, she followed his instructions. She didn't know that she would end up at a protection school for supernatural creatures. She didn't know she was needed to fulfill a stupid prophecy some witch lady chanted a thousand years ago. And she definitely didn't know she would meet her mate, whatever that was. All she did know was that he was hardheaded, possessive, and a dragon./0/82831/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ce09082b5931190dc62bffc815e24f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: Three Days Before The SATs
My world was perfect. Top of my class, early acceptance to Yale, just days away from the SATs. Then, my stepsister Tiffany handed me a protein shake. I trusted her, drank it, and then – darkness. I woke up in a cheap motel, framed for cheating, test booklets scattered, my phone incriminating. Campus security, news cameras flashing. "Cheater!" the headlines screamed. Yale rescinded my admission, my furious father disowned me, and my popular boyfriend Chad, feigning support, was part of it all. Pregnant, isolated, my dreams shattered, I withered, looking ten years older than I was. Five years later, I overheard Chad boasting, chillingly: "Tiffany and I planned it perfectly. She needed Sarah gone – Valedictorian, Yale, the Miller inheritance. And Sarah? Served her purpose. Time to upgrade to Tiffany." The betrayal, so cold and absolute, utterly shattered me. I ran blindly into the street, and then – screeching tires. Nothing. A gasp. I sat bolt upright in my own bed, sunlight streaming through my window. My heart hammered, the nightmare vivid. I looked at my phone. Three days before the SATs. It was happening again. No. It was my second chance. This time, they wouldn't know what hit them./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./0/82832/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8faf47e664b954c3a7938bcf1853fa1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Round Two: My Second Chance
Last thing I remembered was pain, then cold, then nothing. I woke up back in my old bedroom, seventeen again, just months before senior year officially began. My heart pounded as I realized: a second chance. But the horror truly started when I walked into Northwood High and saw them: Mark Olsen and Tiffany Vance, draped over each other, flashing smug smiles that radiated pure evil. They caught my eye, and in their gaze, I saw it-not surprise, but chilling recognition. They knew. They were back too. Just like before, they immediately set out to ruin me, mocking my dream of MIT and launching a vicious smear campaign on an anonymous gossip forum, accusing me of cheating and mental instability. They thought their rebirth was a VIP pass to success, flaunting their "past life" knowledge and believing they were invincible. This wasn't some cosmic second chance just for me; it was Round Two, and they were playing dirty, again. My first life, they ruined it completely, watching triumphantly as my world crumbled, my scholarship lost, my future shattered. The humiliation, the years of struggle, ultimately leading to my death, flashed before my eyes. But that cold dread transformed into an unshakeable resolve. This time, I wouldn't break. This time, I would reclaim my destiny. Challenge accepted./0/91917/coverorgin.jpg?v=8810f373605dacb25a4c8b5ae1141c82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
