Young Adult Books for Women
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My Grandmother's Curse
My parents always said I was bad luck, but my Grandma Stella was the only light in my brutal home, my only shield against their cruel abuse. When Grandma Stella finally succumbed to her pain, ignored and reviled by my mother, her last breath was a desperate plea for relief, drowned out by contempt. My mother, truly monstrous, ordered me to take Grandma' s body and dump it in the industrial lot, a feast for stray dogs, claiming she was "trash." Against their wishes, I secretly buried her in the old church cemetery, the one they coveted for themselves, whispering a desperate vow for justice into the cold earth, sealing it with my own blood. But soon, strange accidents plagued our house-my brother's fever, our truck dying, even our chickens dropping dead without a mark. They blamed me, a proven curse, and brought in a crooked preacher who, instead of helping, declared me the vessel of misfortune and conspired to use me as bait for "the spirit." Now, cornered and used, I realize my quiet promise to Grandma was far more powerful than I ever imagined, turning our home into a terrifying battleground where true reckoning begins./0/9080/coverorgin.jpg?v=abfa60485884065c2233a3698af75fba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once a Week
Alan Alexander Milne was born in Kilburn, London on January 18th, 1882. He was a pupil at Westminster School and then Trinity College, Cambridge where he graduated with a B.A. in Mathematics in 1903. Whilst there, he edited and wrote for Granta, a student magazine. Coming to the attention of Punch Magazine he contributed humorous verse and whimsical essays which led to him becoming not only a valued contributor but later an assistant editor. During the early part of the 20th century Milne was very prolific keeping up his numerous article writing as well as 18 plays and 3 novels. In 1920 he, and his wife of seven years, Dorothy, thought they were expecting a baby girl. When the baby was born a boy, he was named Christopher Robin Milne. In 1925, the Milne's bought a country home, Cotchford Farm, in Hartfield, East Sussex, and on Christmas Eve that year Pooh first appeared in the London Evening News in a story called "The Wrong Sort Of Bees". A book, Winnie-the-Pooh, was published in 1926, followed by The House at Pooh Corner in 1928. A second collection of nursery rhymes, Now We Are Six, was published in 1927. All three books were illustrated by E. H. Shepard. Milne's life was so much more than Winnie-the-Pooh but his legacy is overshadowed by the world-wide success of that not so bright bear. We hope that by reading this work you too will agree./0/21126/coverorgin.jpg?v=29dbfe03fbc11d2478c40d9327f69f54&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My High School Romance
While being interviewed about her latest book "My High School Love Affair", Rebecca Javier – a well-known writer – mistakenly admitted that her story mostly came from her old diary. As their topic went deeper, she started recollecting her teenage life while pursuing Ibarra Constantine who was the school's prince at that time. Due to massive demand from her readers, she had no choice but to share her high school life with them and called upon the attention of Ibarra himself. With him suddenly appearing in her life after several years, her world started to crumble again. Will she be able to protect her heart this time?/0/40055/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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When Charity Turns Deadly
The last thing I saw was the Chicago skyline rushing up to meet me. Then, merciful darkness. Now, blinding sunlight streamed through a window, hitting my face as I lay in my university dorm room. My head throbbed with a pain far deeper than a physical fall. It was the brutal, horrifying memory of my parents, David and Susan Miller. Their kind faces, now hauntingly overlaid with images of their blood on the polished floors of our beautiful Chicago home. They were murdered. And the architect of that devastation? Brittany Evans, the very scholarship student my generous parents had taken under their wing, hailed as their "charity case." Her smile, so sickeningly sweet and fake, her boyfriend Spike's cruel, calculating eyes, haunted my every waking thought. She had meticulously orchestrated their downfall: the forged will, the baseless accusations leveled against me. I endured the looks of disgust, the complete abandonment from everyone I had ever known. The crushing despair consumed me, pushing me to the desperate, final leap. How could such an act of profound kindness be repaid with such heinous betrayal and wanton violence? How could I have been utterly blind, so incredibly naive, to allow my entire family, my entire life, to be so mercilessly dismantled, ending in that horrific, unjust way for all of us? The injustice burned. But then, I sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for air. My hands flew to my throat, my chest. I was whole. Alive. It was the first week of freshman year. Again. I had been granted a second chance, and this time, a cold, unyielding rage, something I' d never felt in my first, naive life, settled deep in my bones. Brittany Evans would not win./0/82919/coverorgin.jpg?v=682990f63f599180e6642e3ddd2f5471&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scholarship Setup: A Rebirth Story
Tonight was everything: my final interview for the American Achievement Scholarship, my gateway to an Ivy League. As I refined my presentation, my stepsister, Jessica Vance, entered, that sweet, insincere smile on her face. "Nervous, Sarah?" she asked, offering a steaming mug of "herbal tea." Naively, I drank it. The next thing I knew, I woke disoriented in a cheap motel, my laptop displaying a plagiarized presentation. Moments later, stern school security and committee members burst in, accusing me of fraud. Publicly shamed, disqualified, my father disowned me, swayed by Jessica' s mother. My boyfriend, Mark Olsen, offered false comfort, trapping me with an unplanned pregnancy. While my peers thrived, I was stuck, my dreams shattered, my spirit ground into dust over five miserable years. One night, I overheard Mark and Jessica: the tea, the motel, the plagiarism-all a "perfect" setup for her to win. Their cold, calculated betrayal shattered me. The injustice was soul-crushing. Broken, I stumbled out, only to die in a blinding crash. Then, a sharp gasp. My eyes flew open. I was in my bed. The door creaked open. Jessica walked in, holding a steaming mug. "Nervous, Sarah?" she asked, that fake-sweet smile identical. "I made you some herbal tea." But this time, I knew. This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would fight back./0/46000/coverorgin.jpg?v=107ceb8edd3b045a150673b3726e145b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Deep Ocean Blue Eyes
Could you ever imagine having a phobia for eyes? A pair of deep ocean blue eyes is not just enticing but aesthetically appealing to the visual senses (eyes) as well. But that was miles away from being the case for a certain Ashley Sinclair. Not only did she have a phobia for blue eyes, she was also diagnosed with insomnia, anxiety disorder, panic disorder, etc, and had to live on drugs following the gruesome event that occurred on the 18th of July. Hooded guy with black nose mask and blistering deep ocean blue eyes raining lours on Ashley. That enigmatic scene that continued for days was brought to an abrupt end on a bloody note – Makayla Palmer was murdered in cold blood. Unfortunately, Ashley was the only one allowed to wake up in that pool of blood, falling asleep with her best friend full of life only to find her on the brink of death afterwards. Subsequent to lying unconscious in the hospital for a few weeks, she woke up with a whole new personality, dampened yet one with the deep burning urge to bring the killer to misery. She did all in her power to help the police in her case. Having chiseled a spitting image of the hooded guy to mind, she was able to produce a portrait on paper. That portrait was useless until a second murder case resembling Makayla’s took place. The other female students of International University of Chicago were slowly consumed by fear after a series of death confirmed to be a serial killer case, wondering ‘who’s next?’ A part of Ashley surged with thrill, gaining the opportunity to pull the puzzle pieces together and somehow solve the mystery. Ashley somehow eventually found herself entwined in an exhausting love triangle between Carson Anderson – her detective friend – and Daniil Smirnov – an ousted Russian heir transferred to her school. The duo slowly began to compete for her attention and love but Ashley wasn’t into either of them. At first. Their relationship later ended with Carson as the third wheel because Ashley without knowing, fell deeply in love with Daniil. Slowly his influence rubbed off, letting her old personality return. Little did she know what laid in store at the end of that tunnel she thought to bring so much positivity and radiance to her soul. There was more to Daniil than met the eye. The culprit at long last revealed himself. But instead of leaving Ashley feeling elated and fulfilled having achieved the greatest feat, it left her confused and in disarray. ‘How could she not have known? Did she see the signs but choose to ignore them? How could she not have felt the killer’s presence even when he was so close? “Who killed Makayla?”/0/33016/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220929015711&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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BLOOD LIVES HERE
She is so scared of life itself, people call her a weirdo, she’s sick; she’s epileptic, she doesn’t even have a friend as everybody seem to be against her. The only place she finds solace is in a story she writes, she loves it because that is where she finds control, the only thing that obeys her command anytime, any day. Then out of the blues, her story begins to haunt her. She could be hallucinating, but it seemed so real. The worst part is that every of the characters in her story want her to themselves, they are powerful, mysterious, wealthy, strong, connected and blood thirsty. Lurking in the darkness was her fears, and out of it came the most hideous of all her characters. Looking her straight in the eye he said, ”welcome to our world, BLOOD LIVES HERE!”... You don’t wanna miss this action/crime thriller… Silence, Suspense, Love, Guilt, Betrayal, BLOOD…/0/18937/coverorgin.jpg?v=53d9d9fed5a01e91d1e5bf4c72d43fab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Possessive Love: All My Adoration Goes To You
At the age of nineteen, Vicky graduated from high school and her life took a dark turn. She had become his slave, going through such horrors that would leave anyone paralyzed. Steve, the young heir of his family’s vast wealth, was none other than the devil who made her life a living hell. Finally, he got tired of her and set her free. As she thought she got rid of that nightmare, he was the CEO of the company where she worked. Stepping into the devil’s trap again, she wouldn’t surrender easily this time./0/85110/coverorgin.jpg?v=427566c789699981bb352fea6fb60874&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Love, Unbroken Melody
The silence in the practice room was where my future unfolded, a shared dream with my quartet: Juilliard, then the NYC Philharmonic. Ethan, my secret love; Chloe, my stepsister; and Noah, our steady violist. But the night before my scholarship audition, the dream shattered. Hidden on the stairs, I heard them-Chloe' s sharp voice, "She gets everything. It' s my turn." Then Ethan, the boy I adored, "Avery' s good, but she holds us back with all that… emotional playing." Betrayal twisted in my gut as I watched my future, a beautiful melody, curdle into a horrifying, dissonant chord. He didn' t love me; they weren' t my friends. During my audition, my A-string was loose, buzzing horribly. I saw Chloe' s triumphant smile, Ethan staring at the floor. My dream was over, stolen by those I trusted most. My own family echoed their cruelties, my mother accepting the lie that I had "choked." Then, they tried to take the silver locket, my father' s last gift. Ethan held me, Noah pried my fingers, and Chloe snapped the chain, kicking me as I clutched the broken silver. "What did you do?" Ethan asked Chloe, but it was too late. In the shattering pain, a cold resolve formed. I would not be broken. When my mentor offered a chance at the Royal Academy of Music, I seized it, a secret spark of hope in the suffocating darkness. My escape began./0/25821/coverorgin.jpg?v=c66518dea0b2db681aee4bf9895ad23e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Crazy Love Story Ends With Us
She realized she felt an attraction to him.....so tried to avoid him because she had heard of his reputation as a player that would leave her heartbroken if she succumbed to her feelings. But after he guilts her into befriending him,she realizes ignoring him was even harder than she thought. Hannah Porter was a new student to Brooklyn high school when she met William Sylvester, the school's player who had never experienced romantic love and never longed to experience it. Even though they felt falling in love would be hard, they will soon find that dating was even harder than they thought......./0/18625/coverorgin.jpg?v=69f5b1a9c282451dfaac90889ffd8189&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lady Killer: Devil's Only Lover
At eighteen years old, Selina is finally entering the college of her dreams. She had dreamt of this moment her entire life! She plans to have the best years of her life at the school but a chance encounter with a handsome but mysterious boy sends her on an exhilarating adventure. At first glance, he seemed vaguely familiar to her- like a dream or a distant memory. However, the truth of who- and what- he is, will change her life forever! Unravel the mystery only here on Lady Killer: Devil's Only Lover/0/83390/coverorgin.jpg?v=45af1338282e2b499d7657f1a187a93a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vengeful Phoenix: No Longer Their Victim
The screech of tires was the last thing I heard. Then, a crushing weight, a flash of white, and a final, searing thought: Chloe. I woke up with a gasp, my heart hammering. I was in my dorm room, the morning sun slanting through the blinds. The date was March 15th. The day it all began. The day I died. The day I was reborn. The door creaked open. Chloe, my gymnastics teammate, poked her head in, her smile a mask of sweet innocence. "Ava, you up? Big news!" I didn't say anything. I just stared at her. The memory of her shoving me into traffic burned behind my eyes. In my first life, I saw her as a struggling friend. Now, I saw a predator. She bounced into the room, her cheap perfume filling the air. "So, for Spring Break, I'm treating the whole team! A VIP shopping spree on Rodeo Drive!" This was the lie that launched my ruin. "They need everyone's ID for the list," she said. "Can I just get a quick pic of your driver's license?" In my first life, I handed it over without a second thought, eager for approval. That simple act had allowed her to steal my identity, my future. My credit ruined, my career ended. All while my boyfriend, Liam, had stood by her side. Even helped her. This time, my voice was ice. "No." Chloe' s smile faltered. Liam walked in, wrapping his arms around her. "What's going on, ladies?" Chloe' s eyes welled up instantly. "Ava's being so weird! She won't even let me see her ID." Liam looked at me, his handsome face clouded with disappointment. "Ava, come on. Don't be selfish." He hadn't defended me as I lay dying in the street. He chose her. Always her. Rage simmered, cold and potent. I wasn't that naive girl anymore. They wanted my ID? They wanted my life? This time, they would pay. And it would be glorious./0/42560/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae142ae81e64ab7d0e9e951d7b3fa02c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blind Date
A story that will remind you of your student life with a meaningful youthful twist that surely will make you cry and smile. A story that will touch your heart. They say fate is so playful. And, in many people in this world, it chose the two of us to be played with. " Will we win, or will we just be a victim of fate? “ – Alexa " We started things wrong. Will our ending be right? “ – Ken Our story was initiated predestined. Will it determine our dramatic ending, or can we change it for a new happily ever after?/0/84016/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e17e76237e6171209ef303796d204d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Disowned Daughter, Reborn Artist
I was the golden girl, the champion equestrian, adored by my father, cherished by my brother, and deeply in love with my high school sweetheart, living a perfect suburban life. Then, on my 18th birthday, everything shattered when my father brought home Maria, a "troubled teen" he adopted, and suddenly, I ceased to exist. My father, brother, and even the boy I loved, Ethan, turned their backs on me, falling for Maria' s fragile, manipulative act, consistently choosing her over me, climaxing with them missing my college graduation for her regional play. When I confronted them about their abandonment, my own father struck me, my brother coldly told me to "get out," and later, after I cooked a meal to try for closure, they accused me of poisoning Maria, believing her fabricated allergic reaction. Utterly broken and disowned, I fled in a thunderstorm, leaving behind the only family I'd ever known, not realizing it was just the beginning of my rebirth./0/23475/coverorgin.jpg?v=287e41edf88fc005c8f679786f5f47ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Buried Scars
"Oh My God, Elena this is insane" Luke squealed, shaking her. "This is soo coool." "This is not cool." "It is. Damn, you can tell when people are saying the truth or not," he said, Elena arching an eyebrow. "It's not cool to know when people are lying. I mean we are humans, let's all lie when we want to. I don't want to be some stupid human truth detector." Elena Harper has just one wish- to graduate high school as a regular teen. Attends a private school, get good grades in all subjects except from maths, has two amazing best friends, has a crush on one of the most popular guys in school...and lives at an orphanage. When she wakes up one morning able to detect when a lie is told, her dream to live as a normal teen seems impossible as she now has to live with the fact that she had become a human lie detector. Through her newly found powers, she figures out that everything around her, including her best friend's name is a lie./0/21598/coverorgin.jpg?v=741688bd8d8689a2c73b2deca27671c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Priority
Meet Michael Miller the protagonist of the story who cherishes his one and only precious daughter , a smart and intelligent four years Jahdiel Miller. Though he is a single father but loves his daughter so much. Things turn out bad for him when his precious daughter got kidnapped by the antagonist, Jackson Smith. He hates and despise Michael so much and would do anything to destroy his happiness. How will a calm and sweet Michael cope with this?/0/21755/coverorgin.jpg?v=b16fae1330562367d15a462b1e50e55b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Celebrity Favouritism
All June Peterson wanted to see were spotlights, stages and an audience chanting her name like it's their last time on earth. June's dream was to become one of Manhline's finest celebrity and work with DH entertainment, one of the biggest music industry in town. But her dream felt like mere ashes in a windy room, with the life she was living, she didn't even dare to dream with two eyes closed. Not until she met Erick Dhousten, The son of Mr. Dhousten, the CEO of DH entertainment industry. Erick Dhousten who ran away from home hid his identity and starts to live as a free spirited guy and neighbour to June and her family who also finds himself attracted to June. June still gets an opportunity to be a trainee under DH entertainment, not knowing the journey she was about to face.../0/48506/coverorgin.jpg?v=4add0056815e5dfba595572e7a49c0e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
