Young Adult Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Riverview High
In the affluent coastal town of Riverview, Riverview High School stands as a beacon of privilege and prestige. However, beneath its polished exterior lies a dark secret that continues to haunt the institution years after a tragic event changed it forever. Alex Torres a new student with a mysterious past, is thrust into the complex social hierarchy of Riverview High. As she navigates the treacherous waters of power and influence, she finds herself drawn into the orbit of James Star, the charming yet ruthless student council president, and his rebellious confidant, Lily Rose, an enigmatic artist with secrets of her own. When Detective Megumi begins investigating the school's sordid history, Alex's own past becomes intertwined with the unraveling mystery. Shocking revelations emerge, unveiling a hidden society within the school, a dark secret about the founding family, and sinister motives that put Alex and her newfound friends in grave danger. As the stakes escalate, Alex must confront not only the demons of her own past but also the powerful forces that threaten to tear Riverview High apart. With the help of her allies, including the wealthy and influential Julian Styles, she races against time to uncover the truth behind the school's tragedy and bring redemption to those who have suffered in silence. In this fast-paced thriller, where privilege and power collide with redemption and truth, Alex must navigate a labyrinth of lies and deception, facing insurmountable odds to expose the dark heart of Riverview High and embrace her own destiny./1/113539/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc7aaab80281a25cf130928c0c3253a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eighteen Below Him
Samira James has two weeks left. Two weeks until she turns eighteen. Two weeks until everything changes. And a few months left trapped in high school with the boy she hates most. Calvin Simms has been her enemy for as long as she can remember. Popular, untouchable, and the living reminder of a childhood misunderstanding neither of them ever corrected. Their interactions are sharp, heated, and carefully controlled. Until they aren't. As months pass, tension replaces silence. Jealousy replaces indifference. And lines blur where hatred once lived. With rivals watching, secrets resurfacing, and temptation growing harder to ignore, Samira must decide if sticking to her rules is worth denying what her body and her heart are already choosing. Because some mistakes feel too good to stop. And sometimes... you don't fall for the person you want. You fall for the one you swore to hate./0/18269/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5b8776bba006eed9366f042201f9fe8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
NEIN (girlxgirl)
The Regius Praesidio Academy accepts only the bravest; the people who have experienced and survived through the worst. Natasja Armand is french, beautiful, smart, rich and everything the perfect girl can be. Her past? Not so perfect. Revenge for the death of her parents is what keeps her going through the harshness of the Academy. Her plan was simple enough: find the witness, locate the murderer, and kill. But when she is roomed with the hot top notcher of the school that everyone steers clear of, she's slightly distracted. Kael Maddox may be blind, but she has seen things no one was ever meant to even imagine. She can name a thousand different ways to torture someone before killing them. But she can't name what she's starting to feel for the new girl with the soft, french tinted voice she hears everyday. Well, apart from being a blind killing machine, she's also the only witness to the murder of a multi-billionaire couple. And she has no idea she was falling for their daughter. "Just don't fucking trust her, you hear me?" °°°° Rated 17 for themes of lesbian sex, violence, gore, and crude language./0/23588/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2287c7c5ab26cc287b29ae968587d05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CAST OUT
Overpowered by the strong hands who grabbed her by the hair and pulled her along, dragging her into a dark room that recks of urine and cigarettes. Hurled her inside. His hands still gripping her hair and not doubt if he let go, some strands of hair would fall of. Undeniably, the pains were suffocating. When she stares at his dark eyes, the only thing she saw was darkness. "Let go, let go of me you bastard!" She spit out. That only made his mighty five fingers appear on her face. Which sent her head spinning on her neck. He made her kiss the earth. And slowly breathed in her face. "Your life ends here...." his voice was deep baritone and cruel and that was when she felt the shivers down her spine. How did the nerdy Elina find her way into the merciless billionaire's court?/0/82565/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8d7153595e7abcda892cb5e569d80cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unseen Horror
My mother's fists and cutting words were a constant, brutal normal. At 19, I lived under her unpredictable rages, bewilderingly targeted and deeply alone. Then a mysterious video shattered my fragile peace. My loving grandparents, concerned about my endless "accidents," visited. One glance at my mother's phone, and their faces twisted into sickening horror. "She can't stay here," my grandfather rasped, their eyes silently urging me to vanish. Weeks later, my boyfriend Mark burst in during another savage beating, ready to call the cops. But after my mother calmly showed him that same video, his anger drained, replaced by a horrified pity. "She needs to go," he told her, echoing my grandparents' chilling demand. Even my beloved father, once my protector, turned cold and distant after viewing it, joining the chorus that I was "the problem." My world imploded. Everyone I trusted, every last hope, had turned on me, convinced by this unseen horror. What unspeakable secret could be on that video that warped their love into icy rejection, making them agree I "needed to be taken care of"? Was I losing my mind, or was this betrayal a prelude to something far more sinister? Desperate for answers, I risked everything, stealing my mother's phone and watching the dreaded file. What I saw wasn't about me at all; it was a grainy, undeniable horror: my "kind" father, the respected community leader, preying on my older sisters. The unthinkable truth rewrote my entire life, exposing my mother's "abuse" as a devastating, desperate shield, a terrifying sacrifice to protect me from the monster living under our roof./0/12012/coverorgin.jpg?v=dcfc05c62d8c686083b349ee040f23d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Vindication of the Rights of Woman Title: Vindication of the Rights of Women
After considering the historic page, and viewing the living world with anxious solicitude, the most melancholy emotions of sorrowful indignation have depressed my spirits, and I have sighed when obliged to confess, that either nature has made a great difference between man and man, or that the civilization, which has hitherto taken place in the world, has been very partial. I have turned over various books written on the subject of education, and patiently observed the conduct of parents and the management of schools; but what has been the result? a profound conviction, that the neglected education of my fellow creatures is the grand source of the misery I deplore; and that women in particular, are rendered weak and wretched by a variety of concurring causes, originating from one hasty conclusion. The conduct and manners of women, in fact, evidently prove, that their minds are not in a healthy state; for, like the flowers that are planted in too rich a soil, strength and usefulness are sacrificed to beauty; and the flaunting leaves, after having pleased a fastidious eye, fade, disregarded on the stalk, long before the season when they ought to have arrived at maturity. One cause of this barren blooming I attribute to a false system of education, gathered from the books written on this subject by men, who, considering females rather as women than human creatures, have been more anxious to make them alluring mistresses than rational wives; and the understanding of the sex has been so bubbled by this specious homage, that the civilized women of the present century, with a few exceptions, are only anxious to inspire love, when they ought to cherish a nobler ambition, and by their abilities and virtues exact respect./0/8414/coverorgin.jpg?v=97837659b241c178ab4c534e8bb48d57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Phantom of the River
Classic adventure novel. According to Wikipedia: "Edward Sylvester Ellis (April 11, 1840 – June 20, 1916) was an American author who was born in Ohio and died at Cliff Island, Maine. Ellis was a teacher, school administrator, and journalist, but his most notable work was that that he performed as author of hundreds of dime novels that he produced under his name and a number of noms de plume. Notable works by Ellis include The Huge Hunter, or the Steam Man of the Prairies and Seth Jones, or the Captives of the Frontier. Internationally, Edward S. Ellis is probably best known for his Deerhunter novels widely read by young boys up to the 1950s (together with works by James Fenimore Cooper and Karl May). In the mid-1880s, after a fiction-writing career of some thirty years, Ellis eventually turned his pen to more serious works of biography, history, and persuasive writing."/0/9040/coverorgin.jpg?v=62248e52ecdc428c20d51457cf92a917&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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A Beauty In Nerd Disguise
"Don't make that face please; you look ugly." he said emotionless. " Di-di-did you ju-just TALKED?!!" I stuttered as I still couldn't believe that he just talked. "No-no I ju-just sang lalalala" he mocked me with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. But seriously, he can really talk?. Oh my god. Then I *faint* due to the great shock. ---------------------------------------------------------- Violet Wilson is her name she's smart , kind and very Gorgeous. But she believed that her beauty would only bring destruction to her family, so she decided to disguise herself as a nerd to cover up her beauty . She has a terrible nightmare every night about her miserable past that's been haunting her; and since 'that day', she didn't laugh, smile or cry again. She lives her life pretty much emotionless as she didn't want to ever feel pain again . Will she be able to accept her past and move on? And what happens when she bumps with a top 1 on the list not to mess with guy; also known as a badboy in her school? Will she be able to feel emotions again?/0/30785/coverorgin.jpg?v=172a0d4b25e828769befc2584dfd4090&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FATED-BOND
Life after high school was supposed to be the most exciting experience, full of adventure for Daisy. That was what she presumed it would be. Instead, it was a world of new, strange, and unimaginable experiences. Daisy was a naive, inexperienced, and ambitious young lady who wanted to prove a point of her sexuality to herself and her friend. Proof of her sexuality bonded her with a young guy from another continent and she became a mother at the age of 17, without knowing where to find the father of her baby./0/80845/coverorgin.jpg?v=62aafcd74b1f4546a70a7f548b1b2e84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scholarship Scammer's Downfall
I had worked my entire life for this. The Starlight Innovators Scholarship—a full ride to MIT—was finally mine, and the principal had just called my name. But as I stood to accept, a shrill voice cut through the applause. My father's mistress, Brenda Sullivan, publicly railed that her son deserved it, claiming my "generous" father had funded the school. My father, Richard, who just lived off my mom's untold fortune, beamed beside her as they tried to snatch my future, painting me as ordinary. I exposed their first lie: my reclusive genius mom, Eleanor Vance, was NovaCore's actual founder and the *real* donor. Yet they didn't stop; they launched a vicious online smear campaign and my father even physically attacked my professor at MIT. How could my own father, this charlatan, repeatedly try to sabotage my life with such brazen lies? Why did they relentlessly pursue me, twisting truths and resorting to violence, just to protect their crumbling fabricated world? But they underestimated me. I was done being their victim. When Kevin, in a desperate rage, broke into my dorm with a knife, I knew it was time to ensure their web of deceit collapsed—not just online, but for good./0/1688/coverorgin.jpg?v=d35ee77f243f0382dcce18a2539473a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When a Man Marries
According to Wikipedia: "Mary Roberts Rinehart (August 12, 1876-September 22, 1958) was a prolific author often called the American Agatha Christie.[1] She is considered the source of the phrase "The butler did it", although she did not actually use the phrase herself, and also considered to have invented the "Had-I-But-Known" school of mystery writing.... Rinehart wrote hundreds of short stories, poems, travelogues and special articles. Many of her books and plays, such as The Bat (1920) were adapted for movies, such as The Bat (1926), The Bat Whispers (1930), and The Bat (1959). While many of her books were best-sellers, critics were most appreciative of her murder mysteries. Rinehart, in The Circular Staircase (1908), is credited with inventing the "Had-I-But-Known" school of mystery writing. The Circular Staircase is a novel in which "a middle-aged spinster is persuaded by her niece and nephew to rent a country house for the summer. The house they choose belonged to a bank defaulter who had hidden stolen securities in the walls. The gentle, peace-loving trio is plunged into a series of crimes solved with the help of the aunt. This novel is credited with being the first in the "Had-I-But-Known" school."[3] The Had-I-But-Known mystery novel is one where the principal character (frequently female) does less than sensible things in connection with a crime which have the effect of prolonging the action of the novel. Ogden Nash parodied the school in his poem Don't Guess Let Me Tell You: "Sometimes the Had I But Known then what I know now I could have saved at least three lives by revealing to the Inspector the conversation I heard through that fortuitous hole in the floor." The phrase "The butler did it", which has become a cliché, came from Rinehart's novel The Door, in which the butler actually did do it, although that exact phrase does not actually appear in the work."/0/15611/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc8c24f92179e43026f63cb5778d4cb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Odysseus, the Hero of Ithaca / Adapted from the Third Book of the Primary Schools of Athens, Greece
This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts - the books may have occasional errors that do not impede the reading experience. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide./0/59570/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b4b45c4256a3909fdff42028a17234a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In The Silence Between
Gabrielle had always felt an inseparable connection to her twin brother, Samuel. They were like two halves completing each other. They shared a bond that was stronger than any other relationship. But one day, Gabby's world was shattered when Samuel was found dead in a burnt building. Heartbroken and sad, Gabby struggles to cope with the loss of her brother.She transfers to his college to get more information on him and finds out what happened./0/23746/coverorgin.jpg?v=714e4e789aa3298ed6e70a857c1a5b70&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS
" I found you my little Elizabeth"A voice said and I tried to open my eyes, I felt so dizzy my hands and legs hurt from being tied for so long. where was I? how did I get here? what happened?. I remember I was out with Adam and the next thing . I don't even remember what happened next " You ran for two years my baby girl, did you think I wouldn't find you?" the voice thundered harshly at me. that was when it hit me and I forcefully opened my eyes. I stared back at the same eyes I thought I would never see.. he is back..... DAD. 🌹🥀🥀🥀🥀 Elizabeth is a seventeen year old girl who has an ugly past due to family and emotional turmoil. she lost her best friend in the process and since then she has been having nightmares constantly for two years. Adam is an eighteen year old boy. He drinks, smokes sometimes, has sex a lot and parties a lot . he is the school golden boy as he is the striker and also the captain of the school football team. he is not a nerd but he passes his exams and he is known as the most popular boy in the whole of southwest high school. Adam lives with his mom and younger sister alone after his father left them for another woman. he has emotional breakdowns sometimes since he has been too strong for long but when Adam's mom starts panicking a lot , Adam starts getting very sad as his past was coming back to haunt him. Elizabeth and Adam help find themselves as they were both suffering from emotional problems. As they get close, they start to see past their big walls as they fall in love but none of them are willing to admit it since they belong to two different worlds.../0/7946/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf1386c25fd04f9994b0ff927797c61e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Cave in the Mountain / A Sequel to In the Pecos Country
Classic adventure novel. According to Wikipedia: "Edward Sylvester Ellis (April 11, 1840 – June 20, 1916) was an American author who was born in Ohio and died at Cliff Island, Maine. Ellis was a teacher, school administrator, and journalist, but his most notable work was that that he performed as author of hundreds of dime novels that he produced under his name and a number of noms de plume. Notable works by Ellis include The Huge Hunter, or the Steam Man of the Prairies and Seth Jones, or the Captives of the Frontier. Internationally, Edward S. Ellis is probably best known for his Deerhunter novels widely read by young boys up to the 1950s (together with works by James Fenimore Cooper and Karl May). In the mid-1880s, after a fiction-writing career of some thirty years, Ellis eventually turned his pen to more serious works of biography, history, and persuasive writing."/0/1376/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd090011d83048507baf7bbbc88bf031&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Robert Falconer
Robert Falconer, school-boy, aged fourteen, thought he had never seen his father; that is, thought he had no recollection of having ever seen him. But the moment when my story begins, he had begun to doubt whether his belief in the matter was correct. And, as he went on thinking, he became more and more assured that he had seen his father somewhere about six years before, as near as a thoughtful boy of his age could judge of the lapse of a period that would form half of that portion of his existence which was bound into one by the reticulations of memory. For there dawned upon his mind the vision of one Sunday afternoon. Betty had gone to church, and he was alone with his grandmother, reading The Pilgrim's Progress to her, when, just as Christian knocked at the wicket-gate, a tap came to the street door, and he went to open it. There he saw a tall, somewhat haggard-looking man, in a shabby black coat (the vision gradually dawned upon him till it reached the minuteness of all these particulars), his hat pulled down on to his projecting eyebrows, and his shoes very dusty, as with a long journey on foot—it was a hot Sunday, he remembered that—who looked at him very strangely, and without a word pushed him aside, and went straight into his grandmother's parlour, shutting the door behind him. He followed, not doubting that the man must have a right to go there, but questioning very much his right to shut him out. When he reached the door, however, he found it bolted; and outside he had to stay all alone, in the desolate remainder of the house, till Betty came home from church.../0/39234/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7c04bd15b5e7ee19f4be41674e2233c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
