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Young Adult Books for Women

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The Beast and His Beauty

The Beast and His Beauty

We all have that one boy in high school who feels like the demi god of his grade, Elon used to be one of them until his curse. "So are we beginning a new relationship?" Xena asked as she saw Elon walk into the room with his towel hung loose on his waist and water dripping down his rock hard chest. "I actually expected you to be gone before I came back." He said not answering her question. "Elon you just took my pride and you're expecting me to be gone before you came back? We're supposed to become a thing after this." Hot tears roll down her face, she didn't want to believe what her mind was telling her. "Listen cupcake, I don't care what I took from you but I need you to know you're not the kind of girl I'd go after and get the f**k outta my room, I don't do relationships." He thundered and she was cross, with the tears in her eyes and the blood filled bedsheet in her hands she cried loudly laying a curse on Elon. "A monster you shall become for not having love in you, for only monsters have no love. You shall look as beastly as an untamed bear that no lady shall cast a second glance on you. I'd have loved the curse to remain forever but I have a heart of gold and I give you three years to fall in love with someone who would break your heart into pieces before you become normal and live with the heartbreak." She vanished afterwards leaving Elon to transform in the presence of his friends she hasn't noticed where there. Black veins spurt on every part of his body and Elon could feel his blood boil as he turned ugly. He had three years to fall in love and get heartbroken and Elon had a heart of stone. Is he going to find love or remain this way forever?
The Ivy League Curse

The Ivy League Curse

I was a scholarship kid, grinding daily for a shot at the Ivy Leagues, my entire future resting on those SAT scores. My best friend, Ethan, had just given me this vintage 'good luck' watch, and my other best friend, Chloe, was like family-always in my corner. Then the practice SAT results dropped. My scores, usually stellar, had crashed to zero, while Ethan, who barely passed, was suddenly top of the class. That's when I overheard Chloe, my 'sister from another mister,' confessing. She' d given me Ethan' s 'lucky' watch, not for my good fortune, but to transfer mine to him. Because I was 'in his way.' The betrayal was a gut punch. This wasn't luck-sharing; it was a score-sucking curse. First, my grades vanished, then my scholarship was revoked after Chloe framed me for plagiarism-a move that sent my already fragile mom to the hospital. To top it off, Chloe, the 'family' I trusted, dumped me in a dark alley to be beaten almost senseless by a jock and his crew, just to protect Ethan. Lying broken, abandoned, and stripped of everything, I couldn' t grasp the cruelty. My best friend, my 'sister'-how could they orchestrate such a calculated downfall? Was this just about Ivy League dreams, or something far more sinister? Was I merely a pawn to be discarded? And what kind of 'good luck charm' destroys lives? But beneath the pain, a cold resolve hardened. I found Marcus, the mysterious man who' d warned me about the watch. He promised a way to break the curse, to make them pay. My future, my mom, my very identity-it all hung in the balance. This wasn't just about getting my life back; it was about exposing the darkness, and making sure justice found its true mark.
Her Vengeance, Their Regret

Her Vengeance, Their Regret

The email chimed, promising a breakthrough – a perfect 1600 on my SATs, a golden ticket to the future, and finally, acceptance into the Miller family. But then, Chloe, my adoptive sister, gasped, her own 1599 score turning her face green with envy. In an instant, joy curdled into a nightmare as Liam, my adoptive brother, materialized, his protective fury ignited by Chloe' s crocodile tears. He branded me a cheat, an ungrateful outsider out to humiliate his beloved sister, tearing down everything I' d worked for. They dragged me, terrified, from the house, not to reflect, but to a rundown animal shelter, a place designed to exploit my deepest, most traumatic childhood phobia: dogs. This was no prank; it was calculated malice. Left bleeding and broken, Liam' s scathing words on the phone twisted the knife deeper, dismissing my pleas for help as manipulation. Then, Chloe' s voice, sickeningly sweet, promised to destroy my most cherished possession-a photo of my late mentor, Mr. Harrison-and I heard the shattering glass. The line went dead, leaving me in the dark with a freed, aggressive pit bull, its growl a death knell. Just as hope flickered, Chloe' s voice, cruel and dismissive, echoed again, mocking my screams as "dramatic." They weren' t coming. They wanted me to die. But then, I heard the sirens, and found the strength to scream one desperate command: "Break it down!" The world exploded in light, but so did the Millers' carefully constructed facade, exposed live on national television as a horrific betrayal. Now, as they face the consequences of their monstrous acts, I will rise from the ashes, no longer an outsider begging for crumbs of affection, but the architect of my own destiny.
The King's Daughter, The Kids' Champion

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.