Young Adult Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Olivia Cult : Tales of a Witch Detective
Banished to an alternate dimension known as Parabola at a young age for releasing and becoming a host for the omniscient demon, Lilith, Olivia Cult masters her skills as a witch detective to combat supernatural threats that plague the human world and Parabola under the jurisdiction of the inter-dimensional police force, L.I.F.E. Although she yearns to one day reunite with her family, she soon receives a bittersweet opportunity to once again interact in the human world when a sinister occult of supernatural creatures known as The Blessing incapacities most of her allies and threatens to achieve I'm a get an on earth. Olivia must investigate the human world to find The Blessing and stop their plan while also keeping a distance from the family that abandoned her. But she will soon be put to the test tube to determine if she can achieve one of her goals without sacrificing the other./0/21185/coverorgin.jpg?v=a63d866dc22ab4becd225f1f1008da53&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The prince of mages
A legend told that far, far away, in the farthest reaches of the magical kingdoms, there was a city, a great black city built on a mountain famous for its curse. Only the dark mages and all those deeply rooted in darkness had the possibility to penetrate this place of night, feared by all. It was there, unknown to all, that a young boy was imprisoned. He lived only within the walls of a huge building, among other children, and led by a banished mage, who wished to subdue him because of his rebellious and indomitable nature. He did not know how to free himself from this terrible prison. But the opportunity came at his thirteenth birthday when he discovered a power that the black mages wished he never had./0/46841/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b961ab9b2308a061050684c7fd82c02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dork and the Diva
_"Promise me here and now Ari, that you won't hurt me. Promise me you won't betray my love for you. Promise me, Ari, because if you do..." He cut off her wobbly words by placing a kiss on her forehead, "I won't hurt you, Areum. I promise."_ But she did get hurt... Areum Kyung is the best of the best singers in Crystal Academy. A troublemaker and rule breaker and she shockingly found herself falling for the guy she'd bumped into at a café. Not caring about anyone else's opinion, even her best friend's, Areum confessed her love for him. Their love grew so sweet and deep that anyone would get jealous of them. They loved each other a lot but it seemed their love was not meant to be a happy ending one. Before they got into a relationship, Arizona had taken up a disreputable task against Areum's family. One that would change their lives forever. What exactly is the task and how would it affect the both of them, especially Areum. But most importantly, will Areum be able to forgive Arizona for what he's done? Will she consider their love and pardon him? Of course, anyone in her shoes will chose to hate him till the end of time. Afterall, he betrayed her love and broke every single promise he'd whispered lovingly to her. Yet, she had to reflect on the fact that he had no other choice./0/94085/coverorgin.jpg?v=acb4a538e1da97f1e5c827b455e1ab38&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ruin Me, Stepbrother
Blurb "I want to hold you, control you." He rasped in my ear, his voice rigid-cold and at the same time sexy. It made me melt, made me come-nevertheless it broke me too. "Your thoughts, your body is all mine. I own you, all of you." Saying this, he bind my wrists, handcuffing them to the velvet headboard. He leaned in, bringing his head closer to my pussy. He licked, bit me, claimed all of me. I moaned, bringing my thighs wide, further. "Do you like it, Sienna?" I nodded like an idiot, forgetting the fact that he was my stepbrother. "I don't like it, Soren." My breath caught in my chest as I felt warm juice spill through my punani, "I love it, Soren. Everything you do to me." ***** The confused, pleasure-hungry nerd who fell for her stepbrothers? That was me, Sienna Cruz. At first, I thought I'd be able to conquer the urge of wanting my stepbrothers but no, I fell more deeper-lost in the ocean of depravity and Sin. Simon is the calm one, we were close. He was soft hearted and I liked him. Whenever we talked, I would find myself staring at his bulge. His morning erection was damn beautiful. He would ask, "Sienna, are you okay?" I would nod, lying I was but deep down what I craved was every inch of him. All that wanted to break from my lips was "Bury your cock deep in my pussy. Break every wall of restriction." And Soren? He was the demon amongst the twin brothers. I thought I hated him until I found myself staring way too much at the photo mom forced us to take during summer. His Ocean Blue eyes pulled me in. The arrogant smirk on his face spelt more than it looked. He was way too charming. Who did I like more? Simon or Soren? I swear I do not know. Soren was a demon, yet I find myself crawling back to his bed and when Simon flashed that cute smile at me? It made me helpless. I couldn't bring myself to a stop at my forbidden attraction at both brothers. Soren's charm was more gripping. I fantasized a lot about his rod and all I wanted was for him to ruin me in the worst way ever./0/4916/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8afc8d9e16070bbb115035b6392e24e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Life-Story of Insects
Among the manifold operations of living creatures few have more strongly impressed the casual observer or more deeply interested the thoughtful student than the transformations of insects. The schoolboy watches the tiny green caterpillars hatched from eggs laid on a cabbage leaf by the common white butterfly, or maybe rears successfully a batch of silkworms through the changes and chances of their lives, while the naturalist questions yet again the 'how' and 'why' of these common though wondrous life-stories, as he seeks to trace their course more fully than his predecessors knew.Everyone is familiar with the main facts of such a life-story as that of a moth or butterfly. The form of the adult insect (fig. 1 a) is dominated by the wings—two pairs of scaly wings, carried respectively on the middle and hindmost of the three segments that make up the thorax or central region of the insect's body. Each of these three segments carries a pair of legs. In front of the thorax is the head on which the pair of long jointed feelers and the pair of large, sub-globular, compound eyes are the most prominent features. Below the head, however, may be seen, now coiled up like a watch-spring, now stretched out to draw the nectar from some scented blossom, the butterfly's sucking trunk or proboscis, situated between a pair of short hairy limbs or palps (fig. 2). These palps belong to the appendages of the hindmost segment of the head, appendages which in insects are modified to form a hind-lip or labium, bounding the mouth cavity below or behind. The proboscis is made up of the pair of jaw-appendages in front of the labium, the maxillae, as they are called. Behind the thorax is situated the abdomen, made up of nine or ten recognisable segments, none of which carry limbs comparable to the walking legs, or to the jaws which are the modified limbs of the head-segments. The whole cuticle or outer covering of the body, formed (as is usual in the group of animals to which insects belong) of a horny (chitinous) secretion of the skin, is firm and hard, and densely covered with hairy or scaly outgrowths. Along the sides of the insect are a series of paired openings or spiracles, leading to a set of air-tubes which ramify throughout the body and carry oxygen directly to the tissues.Such a butterfly as we have briefly sketched lays an egg on the leaf of some suitable food-plant, and there is hatched from it the well-known crawling larva[1] (fig. 1 b, c, d) called a caterpillar, offering in many superficial features a marked contrast to its parent. Except on the head, whose surface is hard and firm, the caterpillar's cuticle is as a rule thin and flexible, though it may carry a protective armature of closely set hairs, or strong sharp spines. The feelers (fig. 3 At) are very short and the eyes are small and simple. In connection with the mouth, there are present in front of the maxillae a pair of mandibles (fig. 3 Mn), strong jaws, adapted for biting solid food, which are absent from the adult butterfly, though well developed in cockroaches, dragon-flies, beetles, and many other insects. The three pairs of legs on the segments of the thorax are relatively short, and as many as five segments of the abdomen may carry short cylindrical limbs or pro-legs, which assist the clinging habits and worm-like locomotion of the caterpillar. No trace of wings is visible externally. The caterpillar, therefore, differs markedly from its parent in its outward structure, in its mode of progression, and in its manner of feeding; for while the butterfly sucks nectar or other liquid food, the caterpillar bites up and devours solid vegetable substances, such as the leaves of herbs or trees./0/58731/coverorgin.jpg?v=f4f7dc9fdc4bef2d95e67a80d3bc6c5a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking The Facade
Lyra's life seems perfect. She has stellar grades, a loving family, great friends, and the best boyfriend she could ever hope for. But when the dark, brooding Liam invades her seemingly idyllic world, he reveals a truth she's been blind to: her life is far from perfect. As Liam exposes the cracks in her flawless facade, Lyra is forced to confront hidden truths and uncomfortable realities. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, Liam offers her a chance to rebuild and redefine her life. Will LyraE embrace the shadows he brings, or will she cling to her crumbling perfection?/0/2727/coverorgin.jpg?v=86c3a378e6e5ccd9fcc4c33c8af80b8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The White Feather
In the British tradition, a white feather has long been a symbol of cowardice or pusillanimity in battle or when facing adversity. In The White Feather, Wodehouse applies this metaphor to the dog-eat-dog world of school. When an introverted and academically minded student displays a pronounced lack of courage when attacked by a gang of street toughs, he is ostracized by his peers and develops an outlandish scheme to restore his reputation./0/24159/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d9cb97541d1fe32565ad627e1f0bb50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Lies
Keath Gray Galvez, one of the famous students of Haleyson Galvez University who hates attention. He wants to take things easy but his father is pressuring him about college since third year high school. He thought that he could enjoy his last year of high school but something unexpected happened. A girl named Nathalie Chase Sanchez transferred to the university. She radiates weird and intimidating vibes as a nerd. Gray’s childhood friend who is head over heels about him pushed him to make Nathalie as his fake girlfriend, leading one thing to another. Gray realized he was falling for Nathalie but what would happen if he would be hurt by the dark painful past that he didn’t expect in the first place?/0/6951/coverorgin.jpg?v=44a7e43cf7f076e1908d3b6e4dec0f78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The House of the Misty Star / A Romance of Youth and Hope and Love in Old Japan
It must have been the name that made me take that little house on the hilltop. It was mostly view, but the title—supplemented by the very low rent—suggested the first line of a beautiful poem.Nobody knows who began the custom or when, but for unknown years a night-light had been kept burning in a battered old bronze lantern swung just over my front door. Through the early morning mists the low white building itself seemed made of dreams; but the tiny flame, slipping beyond the low curving eaves, shone far at sea and by its light the Japanese sailors, coming around the rocky Tongue of Dragons point in their old junks, steered for home and rest. To them it was a welcome beacon. They called the place"The House of the Misty Star."In it for thirty years I have toiled and taught and dreamed. From it I have watched the ships of mighty nations pass—some on errands of peace; some to change the map of the world. Through its casements I have seen God's glory in the sunsets and the tenderness of His love in the dawns. The pink hills of the spring and the crimson of the autumn have come and gone, and through the carved portals that mark the entrance to my home have drifted the flotsam and jetsam of the world. They have come for shelter, for food, for curiosity and sometimes because they must, till I have earned my title clear as step-mother-in-law to half the waifs and strays of the Orient.Once it was a Chinese general, seeking safety from a mob. Then it was a fierce-looking Russian suspected as a spy and, when searched, found to be a frightened girl, seeking her sweetheart among the prisoners of war. The high, the low, the meek, and the impertinent, lost babies, begging pilgrims and tailless cats—all sooner or later have found their way through my gates and out again, barely touching the outer edges of my home life. But things never really began to happen to me, I mean things that actually counted, untilJane Gray came. After that it looked as if they were never going to stop.You see I'd lived about fifty-eight years of solid monotony, broken only by the novelty of coming to Japan as a school teacher thirty years before and, although my soul yearned for the chance to indulge in the frills of romance, opportunity to do so was about the only thing that failed to knock at my door. From the time I heard the name of Ursula Priscilla Jenkins and knew it belonged to me, I can recall but one beautiful memory of my childhood. It is the face of my mother in its frame of poke bonnet and pink roses, as she leaned over to kiss me good-by. I never saw her again, nor my father. Yellow fever laid heavy tribute upon our southern United States. I was the only one left in the big house on the plantation, and my old black nurse was the sole survivor in the servants' quarters. She took me to an orphan asylum in a straggly little southern town where everything from river banks to complexions was mud color.Bareness and spareness were the rule, and when the tall, bony, woman manager stood near the yellow-brown partition, it took keen eyes to tell just where her face left off and the plaster began. She did not believe in education. But I was born with ideas of my own and a goodly share of ambition. I learned to read by secretly borrowing from the wharf master a newspaper or an occasional magazine which sometimes strayed off a river packet. Then I paid for a four years' course at a neighboring semi-college by working and by serving the other students./0/1633/coverorgin.jpg?v=85d052c99b2692e22cbfb5ccaaee1571&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The University of Hard Knocks
The "Hard Knocks" Ralph Parlette talks about are also termed "bumps" in this collection of lessons life presents us. He says that when life bumps up against us and we learn the lesson, we do not have to endure it again. We move past it and use the experience as our teacher from which we expand our conscious appraisal of the situations we encounter. Because we are independent negotiators of the events that occur, we are often tempted by other attractive paths that lead us into ease and pleasure. If we move upwardly in our way of thinking about the future and do not succumb to instant gratification, we can change unhappiness to happiness, weakness to strength, anxiety to moral conviction, and ignorance to awareness. As we begin to understand things by our own sacrifice and travail, we discover immeasurable distances above us that we can include in our journey. We are able to rise over any obstacle or setback because we learn to truly see and hear. Parlette reminds us that it is not possible to purchase education or security. We cannot buy a prodigious intelligence. Our mind is only able to become great when it is a subordinate to more important issues in our life. As we develop more helpful attributes, our worries grow smaller. We have stationed ourselves to see from a different, more encompassing perspective. And even though we continue to do our best, out of nowhere a calamity descends upon us and breaks our heart. Our plans and schemes are ruined, and there is nothing to live for. But after this personal demolition and the psychological trash is swept away, honorable purposes are suddenly visible, and we are capable of more instruction and schooling in The University of Hard Knocks, the only college worth this excellent endorsement./0/71404/coverorgin.jpg?v=08a21fc165b3e69d8ed6682156c09ea0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One of us did it.
Five years ago, an 11-year-old Jeremy murdered his best friend to protect someone close to him. The town was in shock when they heard what he did, including Arianna, the little girl who witnessed it. Stoneybrook town was at peace with Jeremy away, but now he's back. Two days after his arrival, another murder went down, but luckily for him, he is not the only suspect. They are four teenagers, old-time besties. Four of them are suspects, but three of them are innocent. Who could the murderer be?/0/12271/coverorgin.jpg?v=20d86908828086fdd82524ba03c9214f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag, Vol. 5
Collection of stories by the author of Little Women. According to Wikipedia: "Louisa May Alcott's overwhelming success dated from the appearance of the first part of Little Women: or Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy, (1868) a semi-autobiographical account of her childhood years with her sisters in Concord, Massachusetts. Part two, or Part Second, also known as Good Wives, (1869) followed the March sisters into adulthood and their respective marriages. Little Men (1871) detailed Jo's life at the Plumfield School that she founded with her husband Professor Bhaer at the conclusion of Part Two of Little Women. Jo's Boys (1886) completed the "March Family Saga." Most of her later volumes, An Old Fashioned Girl (1870), Aunt Jo's Scrap Bag (6 vols., 1871–1879), Eight Cousins and its sequel Rose in Bloom (1876), and others, followed in the line of Little Women, remaining popular with her large and loyal public. Although the Jo character in Little Women was based on Louisa May Alcott, she, unlike Jo, never married. Alcott explained her "spinsterhood" in an interview with Louise Chandler Moulton, "... because I have fallen in love with so many pretty girls and never once the least bit with any man."/0/4606/coverorgin.jpg?v=5cd9c00d6f2d5cde430aede5b24791b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Child's Day
GOOD MORNING I. Waking Up II. A Good Start III. Bathing and BrushingBREAKFASTGOING TO SCHOOL I. Getting Ready II. An Early Romp III. Fresh Air—Why We Need It IV. Fresh Air—How We Breathe ItIN SCHOOL I. Bringing the Fresh Air In II. Hearing and Listening III. Seeing and Reading IV. A Drink of Water V. Little Cooks VI. Tasting and Smelling VII. Talking and Reciting VIII. Thinking and Answering'ABSENT TO-DAY?' I. Keeping Well II. Some Foes to Fight III. Protecting Our FriendsWORK AND PLAY I. Growing Strong II. Accidents III. The City BeautifulTHE EVENING MEALA PLEASANT EVENINGGOOD NIGHT I. Getting Ready for Bed II. The Land of NodQUESTIONS AND EXERCISES/0/67963/coverorgin.jpg?v=8770d48ee138ac782648e977577ebcf7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Professor Who Loves Me
Professor Blaine is psychotic. It's there in the ruthless ways he punishes students. It's there in his eyes. In his movements. And years spent observing him has made Azira Sidorov develop a soft spot for the hot, intimidating professor. Blaine has been drawn to Azira ever since the first time he punished her in Grade nine. He loves the way her eyes lit up as his whips and spanks hit her skin. Loved the way she asked for more non-verbally too, jerking her hips backwards. Ever since that first encounter, he's been anticipating for more, but Azira is one student that seldom gets into trouble. Now in her final year, and tired of holding back, Azira is bolder and tries to reel him in by causing trouble so she could be sent to him for punishment. It's her own way of getting close to him. Her own way of making him realize that she can handle whatever depravity he's made of. But Professor Blaine is a cold-hearted beast, and he fears he might hurt Azira with his strange thrills. She should quit him before she ends up broken beyond repair. But she's too far gone. Professor Blaine is an addiction. And he is consuming her whole. NOTE: THIS IS A FOUR-BOOK SERIES: BOOK ONE: THE PROFESSOR WHO LOVES ME. BOOK TWO: THE PRINCIPAL WHO WANTS ME. BOOK THREE: THE BULLY WHO HATES ME. BOOK THREE: THE COACH WHO SAVES ME./0/44185/coverorgin.jpg?v=274e0a166fc3d79ff7577a6bfb572402&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beneath the surface
``𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎, 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜´´ Nifemi Desirae Maseso,a seventeen year old who's always finding herself at the wrong place,at the wrong time. Trouble always seems to follow her where she goes and she doesn't know why. Nifemi leaves her old life and old school in hopes of starting all over in her new one. But when Nifemi stumbles upon an horrendous act in one of the laboratories,it feels like she's back to square one again. And her developing feelings for Andrei D'angelis isn't helping her case either. Andrei Da'vion D'angelis,an eighteen year old often misunderstood. He puts on a hard front and keeps his personal life... personal. Andrei has secrets that haunt him every night. To his mates, he's the perfect jerk. Devilish looks,and a bad attitude. He never once tried to convince them otherwise, until her. But, you see, Andrei has his own demons,and most times they play with his sanity. Andrei isn't the only one with issues to deal with. As time progresses,it seems almost every one of his mates also have demons they're battling with./0/22284/coverorgin.jpg?v=04681611023a616464d7c7ccf714991d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Winds of the World
Talbot Mundy was born William Lancaster Gribbon on April 23rd 1879 in London. After a particularly undistinguished record at Rugby School, he ran off to Germany and joined a circus. After his return, from Germany, he left Britain to work as a relief worker in Baroda in India, followed by further adventures in Africa, the Near East and the Far East. His initial inclination was to be a con artist, a confidence trickster and exploit other areas of petty criminality. However with a change of location to the United States and a near fatal mugging he decided that life as an upright citizen was now more to his liking. At age 29 he had decided on Talbot Mundy as a name and three years later in 1911 he began his writing career. Obviously late but it was still to be prodigious none the less. Many of his novels including his first 'Rung Ho!' and his most famous 'King - Of the Khyber Rifles are set during the British Raj in India. In early 1922, Mundy moved to San Diego, California and in late 1923 began writing perhaps his finest novel, Om, the Secret of Ahbor Valley. Whilst much of Talbot's early life was used in his work it seems he was not particularly proud to return to these places or indeed say to much more about his earlier escapades. Although his writing was to prove very popular over the years and has been revived on many occasions since his death it is fair to say that both his writing and his life were colourful. He married a number of times and still believed that his business dealings would make him very rich. However much of his life would not go as planned and it took several marriages in the hope of finding true happiness. His sixth wife, Dawn, gave birth to a girl on 26 February 1933 shortly after their return to England. Unfortunately the child died shortly after birth. Thereafter he wrote little but much of his work was republished and his name kept in print. On 5 August 1940 Talbot Mundy died from complications associated with diabetes./0/81418/coverorgin.jpg?v=47aca7cfa3240a5ac4d76bf5f9b2ae02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Love, My Curse
My adoptive sister, Sarah, was always distant. Ready to flee to college, my phone buzzed with an odd pop-up: She' s watching you. Her heart is breaking. Soon, these constant, mysterious messages haunted me. Then her manipulative boyfriend, Jake, turned our home into hell, destroying my most cherished things. Yet, the pop-ups relentlessly insisted Sarah' s coldness and complicity were secret acts of sacrificing love for me. The pop-ups justified every cruel act. But the ultimate betrayal came when Jake attacked my little sister Lily. Sarah publicly framed me, forcing Lily to lie, cementing my role as the family' s villain. How could this be love? This twisted nightmare, fueled by constant, insidious messages, made me question everything. Was I blind, or was Sarah truly lost? The gaslighting was relentless. Finally, Jake was gone. Sarah declared her love, expecting a future. But her "love" was a curse. With harsh words, I severed the toxic bond. In that moment, the pop-ups vanished forever. I was truly free./0/18687/coverorgin.jpg?v=88ac80aab6ba1690a659fe7cfef5bf45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Buried In CEO's Frantic Infatuation
When Tabitha was just about to graduate from high school, her father sold her to Boris, one of the most powerful businessmen in the world. He agreed to marry her just so his family would be pleased, but his coldness drove her away. Eventually, he realized he had fallen for her innocence and sweetness and tried to win her heart. However, she was not convinced of his love. But Boris was undeterred. He was determined to make her fall in love with him - whatever the cost./0/80949/coverorgin.jpg?v=82176890f834497bb9f493f39273325c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
