Young Adult Books for Women
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Loving Jude
Jo hasn't heard a word from Jude since he left for therapy after they completed high school. Three years on, she decides to give love another chance. Just when she opens her heart to someone else, Jude walks back into her life. Do the feelings of old still exist? Do they matter anymore? Book 2 of Knowing Jude/0/85227/coverorgin.jpg?v=9ffb463ed56314e258bcf5215209d20f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heartbreak and Hidden Art
My grandmother, Eleanor Vance, a woman who curated lives as meticulously as her art collection, had decided my future: marriage to the influential gallery owner, Daniel. My dream, however, was to attend the prestigious Blackwood Art Academy, a dream she' d promised to fund-on the condition of this union. But then, my cousin Olivia, ever the delicate flower, executed a theatrical faint at the dinner table, perfectly timed with the announcement of my tuition. She claimed a rare heart condition, and my grandmother, blind to the obvious manipulation, diverted my entire academy fund to Olivia' s supposed treatment, even suggesting I become her "assistant." The injustice burned, the audacity of Daniel-my supposed fiancé-proposing I become his mistress after he secured the Vance fortune through Olivia, was breathtaking. Was my art, my entire future, to be sacrificed for a transparent charade? Just as I believed all hope was lost, a mysterious letter arrived: a full, anonymous scholarship to Blackwood, the exact academy I had been barred from, exposing Olivia' s deceit in front of the city' s elite./0/81629/coverorgin.jpg?v=5291080ddc2d3f1fc2ada761d68924ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Second Chance, His Last
The Northwood University acceptance letter felt heavy in my hand. It was a golden ticket, meant for both me and Ethan. We were young, hopeful, ready to build our future together. But I'd already lived this life once, and it ended with Ethan's hands around my throat. He blamed me for Tiffany Bell's death, his forever crush. Now, Tiffany beamed, announcing she wasn't going to Northwood. And Ethan, standing beside me with his own acceptance letter, chose to follow her instead. "Northwood can wait. You're more important," he told Tiffany. He dropped his future onto the coffee table like trash. "You wouldn't understand, Sarah. This is something I have to do," he said to me, already casting me aside. His obsession to "save" Tiffany was already in motion. His twisted narrative was forming, just as it had before. He thought he was rewriting his past, but he was mirroring the delusion that killed me. A cold wave washed over me – he was convinced of his heroic path, even if it meant abandoning our shared dream. How could he not see he was stepping onto the same dangerous road? This man, who had crushed me once, was now alienating me, with a smirk on his face. I wouldn't beg him this time. My survival was paramount. I was back, and this second chance was mine to seize. Let him chase his ghost; I was going to rewrite my own destiny, without him./0/2472/coverorgin.jpg?v=e75d77e71735f2283858cd197eacbaa1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Head of Kay's
Set at the fictional school of Eckleton, the story centres upon the "house of Kay's", the riotous boys therein, its tactless, unpopular master Mr Kay, and Fenn, the head boy. The story features practical jokes, fighting between the boys, burglaries, a mugging in the local village, politics amongst the houses of the school, a trip to an army-style camp, and plenty of cricket, rugby, and other school sports./0/86166/coverorgin.jpg?v=b80f9e99b1f00c681ce5082f4c56594c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Marriage Built on Lies
The day my parents told me I was transferring schools, my world ended for the first time. "Leo is a bad influence. A musician with no future, and he's too old for you," my mother stated, her lips a thin, unforgiving line. Two weeks later, I was adrift in the sterile halls of Northgate Prep, an art portfolio heavy in my hand, feeling like a ghost. Then I met Ethan. He seemed to light up the gray afternoon, a kind, talented musician who understood my dreams of New York and the Ashton Conservatory. Our pact to conquer the city together felt like a promise of a masterpiece. But the night before our audition, he handed me a "herbal supplement" that made the world tilt. I remember his whispered "I'm sorry, Chloe" just before he left me disoriented and helpless in a dark, grimy alley. I woke up to a pounding head, a filthy, torn dress, and a missed audition. A video of me, vulnerable and incoherent in that alley, had gone viral. My mother disowned me, her rage shaking the very foundations of my life. My quiet father, broken, showed me a text from an unknown number: "How does it feel to see your daughter's future ruined?" Five years passed in a haze of medication and therapists, the vibrant artist replaced by a frightened woman. I was diagnosed with severe anxiety, depression, and PTSD-a living ghost of the girl I once was. Why me? What had really happened that night? Then, Ethan reappeared. He found me in my squalid apartment, filled with profound sadness, and took me in, promising to fix everything. He cared for me, he loved me, or so I thought, as he meticulously rebuilt the gilded cage around my shattered life./0/81786/coverorgin.jpg?v=fef8443c3e21f296e4a37e81218b0d59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Fair: A Daughter's Escape
My mother, Karen, a high school principal, enforced a chillingly twisted version of "fairness." It demanded that if I, Sarah, her academically gifted twin, received anything, my less-inclined sister, Emily, had to get the exact same. This rigid, oppressive equality dictated every aspect of our lives, from grades to family trips. When my SAT score of 1550 dwarfed Emily' s 950, Mom's response was swift and brutal: we would both attend a local community college. My mental health, my severe depression diagnosis-all dismissed. When I finally dared to protest, begging her to consider what a gap year or an ill-suited college might do, her facade cracked. With a terrifying burst of rage, she grabbed the hot coffee pot and hurled it. Scalding liquid seared my arm, the sudden agony echoing years of insidious abuse: forced underperformance, hidden self-harm scars, and moments of utter abandonment, all justified by her twisted "fairness." My sister, Emily, merely smirked, validating the cruelty. This wasn't simply unfair; it was a profound, suffocating sickness, a delusion my mother wielded as a weapon, and one my sister benefited from with chilling indifference. How could a parent inflict such systematic psychological and physical torment, all while proclaiming "good intentions" and "fairness"? The lie consumed me, pushing me to the brink. Shattered, terrified, and with my arm throbbing uncontrollably, I fled instinctively to the apartment building rooftop, the familiar precipice of my despair. But this time, amidst the piercing cold and the overwhelming sense of abandonment, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in years: my estranged father. It was my only hope for escape./0/7948/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac427303174f45554bb29f35b92a167e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rootabaga Stories
"Takes the home-bred American fantasy of The Wizard of Oz even further … An old favorite, which no American child should miss." ― School Library Journal."These stories out of the Rootabaga Country… have taken root in American soil — they are here to stay." — New York Herald Tribune."Glorious for reading aloud." ― The New York Times Book Review.In the village of Liver-and-Onions, there was a Potato Face Blind Man who used to play an accordion on the corner near the post office. The sometime narrator of these tales, he transports readers and listeners to Rootabaga Country, where the railroad tracks go from straight to zigzag, the pigs wear bibs, and the Village of Cream Puffs floats in the wind, looking like a little hat that you could wear on the end of your thumb. Carl Sandburg, the beloved folk chronicler and three-time Pulitzer Prize winner, invented these stories for his own daughters. Populated by corn fairies, circus performers, and such memorable characters as Poker Face the Baboon, Hot Dog the Tiger, and Gimme the Ax, Rootabaga Country is built with the homespun poetry of the American frontier. The stories' inspired nonsense — loaded with rhythm, humor, and tongue-twisting names — fires the imagination and pulls at the heartstrings. This edition features the charming original illustrations by Maud and Miska Petersham./0/81630/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ff306ede89d5d860fd36b6fc28ec83d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Good Backfires: A Student's Vengeance
My college life as a pre-med student at a California state university was focused on rigorous studies, good grades, and upholding personal integrity, shared with my best friend Olivia and our free-spirited roommate, Jessica. The facade of normalcy shattered when Jessica reappeared after a three-day disappearance, clutching my personal water bottle, her neck and arms covered in unsettling red welts, all while boasting about dodging crucial health screenings. My attempt to responsibly report her for avoiding mandatory health checks spiraled disastrously: Jessica, fueled by rage, staged a dramatic escape and, aided by her ethically compromised academic advisor, Dr. Peterson, orchestrated a fake cyberbullying charge against me. Suddenly, my reputation was on the line due to a formal disciplinary warning, making me the campus pariah. How could doing the right thing backfire so spectacularly, leaving me accused and shamed, while actual recklessness went unchecked? The injustice was a bitter pill, confirming my deepest suspicions about Jessica's manipulative nature and the disturbing, illicit alliance she clearly shared with Dr. Peterson. But instead of breaking me, this unfair attack ignited a cold fury, transforming my disgust into a calculated resolve: I would expose their corrupt web, even if it meant playing their game, starting with a discreet "accident" in Dr. Peterson's office./0/81161/coverorgin.jpg?v=657e8685dfab02f36f4b4eb06d08b30a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sister's Shadow, Brother's Betrayal
My mom' s cough was a constant reminder: ace everything, win that scholarship, or her medical bills would drown us. A top university was my only shot. But then, Jake gave me a "good luck" bracelet before the physics exam. I aced it, naturally. Except, my score came back a C-. Jake' s? An A+. "Coincidence," I thought, until I overheard Maya, my best friend since kindergarten, admit she'd gotten Jake the 'Swapper's Charm'-a cursed trinket designed to steal my success and bind me. That charm wasn't just stealing grades; it was destroying my life. My GPA plummeted, scholarships vanished, and I was forced to take the fall for a vandalized science project. Suddenly, I was a pariah, jobless, beaten within an inch of my life. Maya, the 'sister' I trusted, abandoned me for Jake, even poisoning my sick mother against me. My mom ended up in the ER, her fragile health shattered by the stress they inflicted. How could the girl who called me 'family' orchestrate such calculated cruelty? How could the friend I considered a brother betray me so completely? My life, my entire future, was crumbling around me, sacrificed for their ambition, all while a bizarre, cursed bracelet tightened its hold. Was this magic real, or was I losing my mind? But lying in the hospital, watching my mother fight for her life, a cold resolve settled in my gut. I had been their sacrifice, their pawn. With the help of a mysterious street vendor, I learned how to break the charm' s hold-and how to make its twisted magic boomerang. They wanted my success? Fine. Now, they' d get a taste of their own cursed medicine./0/70054/coverorgin.jpg?v=d28b6d079f123fcc11ed84051b9bc174&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Stepbrother's Obsession;His Kitten
He had the kinda eyes that always seemed to be the reflection of my very own soul. He wasn't one to be loved - not by me anyways. But then how could I look away when he called me His Kitten? One that was meant to bow to his every commands. Now, I wouldn't really obey anyone, but when it's him...? It just hits different." Her parents divorce was something that hurt her so bad,she really didn't like that her mum was getting her dad replaced sooner than anyone saw coming. It's all an inconvenience till she sees him. He occupied her mind in too little a time. She was the pillar she needed to lean on, to get up and go. And she? She was the Kitten with whom he was obsessed over./0/82882/coverorgin.jpg?v=9937d690960cdef09432e02d28e02e26&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Girl They Broke
I still remember the day my American Dream was brutally shattered. I was a high school prodigy, with near-perfect scores, poised for Yale, ready to conquer the world with my intellect. But my biological parents, David and Susan Miller, harbored a dark, selfish agenda. They secretly bribed a corrupt admissions contact, orchestrating a malicious swap of my exceptional SAT scores and deeply personal Yale application essays with my utterly mediocre stepsister, Tiffany' s embarrassing string of failures. Yale, astonishingly, accepted her, while every single top university I had dreamed of rejected me outright. They publicly branded me a charlatan, a liar, ruthlessly humiliating me across the local media to cover their heinous crime. My glittering academic career, indeed my very identity, was cruelly stolen, leaving me spiraling into a debilitating depression, utterly adrift and shamed, stranded in a local community college. Years dragged on, and the Millers, now ostentatiously flaunting their burgeoning tech empire, ironically "reclaimed" me for a brazenly cynical PR stunt. They meticulously planned a grand "Ivy League Acceptance Gala," ostensibly to celebrate Tiffany's fabricated triumph, but unmistakably to publicly humble me once more, broadcasting my supposed inherent inferiority to their elite circles. How could these deeply prejudiced individuals, who so deliberately engineered my devastating downfall, now so audaciously exploit me as a mere prop, truly believing I was still that fragile, broken girl they had so casually discarded years ago? The profound injustice burned like a searing brand. But they profoundly underestimated me. They remained blissfully unaware of Eleanor and Marcus Vance, my true adoptive family, whose quiet but immense power had meticulously nurtured an unbreakable resolve within me. They gravely mistook my composed silence for utter defeat. Tonight, their meticulously engineered spectacle of triumph will spectacularly become their complete and utter unraveling. Tonight, I reclaim every single part of my stolen future./0/17179/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad78cab2dce307a19de4cbd91369c8b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wonderful Story of Washington
Excerpt: We cannot think with a true vision, in estimating the meaning of colonial and revolutionary days, if we allow the glamor of fame and the idolatry of colonial patriotism to obscure our view of those times. There were heroes immortal with what we know as “the spirit of ’76,” but, grading from them were the good, bad and indifferent, that often seemed overwhelming in numbers. George Washington is known chiefly through the rather stilted style of writing that then prevailed, and the puritanic expressions that were used in describing commendable conduct. Even Washington’s writings were edited so as not to offend sensitive ears, and so as not to give an impression to the reader different from the idealized orthodox character of that severe pioneer civilization. The people were free in everything but social expression. That was sternly required to conform to a rigid puritanic or cavalier standard. Washington, more than any other great man, seems to have composed his early life from what some well-meaning reformers have termed “copy-book morality;” that is, proverbial morality or personal rules of conduct. Washington in his boyhood wrote out many moral sentences as reminders for his own guidance. He was a persistent searcher after the right way toward the right life. Washington’s mother is described as being stern in business and moral discipline, even as having a violent temper and being capable of very severe measures to accomplish needed results. It seems that Washington, seeing this method in both father and mother, reinforced, as it were, by the military bearing of his much-admired elder half-brother, took that form of life as his earliest ideal. He was as tireless in perfecting models of business and life as Lincoln was in mastering the unconventional meaning of human beings. Washington at the ages of eleven and twelve delighted to copy various book-keeping forms and mercantile documents. His school books at that age are still preserved and they are models of accuracy and neatness. Besides that, he loved to discipline himself. He was always subjecting himself, either mentally or physically, to some kind of orderly training./0/24219/coverorgin.jpg?v=46c139abe34f3746d634a6d2b3f29302&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Who Became A Badgirl
Vanez Amelia is a young rebel. At her minor age, she began to realize the reality of her life. She's living with her father in the mansion with he's new family. She never liked the woman he married again including her stepsiblings. She hates her life even more. She feel unloved and unappreciated. She knew from the very start that everyone around her saying at her back that she's a burdensome, a bitch and all. So she totally erased the good girl she used to be. She told herself not to trust anyone ever again. Until she entered Clinton High and there, she met Yukenzo Cabrera, the SSG president of the campus. She hates him being a meddler and he dislikes her for being a bad girl. Is there a chance their world unite despise the gap and their opposite beliefs in life? Can he waver her? Can he change her?/0/86794/coverorgin.jpg?v=46d081f5c7ad3476f7353f24e558ccf9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Lies, My Unbreakable Heart
My future was a single, glowing line on a computer screen, a nearly perfect SAT score promising MIT and a clear path to my AI dreams. The world felt bright, simple, and entirely within my grasp. Then the doorbell rang. It was Jake, my childhood best friend, looking disheveled and heartbroken, muttering that he had "bombed" his scores and was "not getting in anywhere that matters." He begged me, citing our childhood promises, to abandon my Ivy League ambitions and go to the state university with him. But as he laid on the act, my laptop pinged. A tagged photo on Emily Chen's Instagram showed Jake triumphantly celebrating his 1450 SAT score, directly contradicting his tearful performance. He was accepted to CIT, a top tech school, and had obviously lied to manipulate me. The performance was flawless, the lies seamless. My voice was quiet, dead. "You got a 1450." His face froze, the grief replaced by panic, then anger. He tried to grab my laptop, shouting that I was ruining everything. Just then, an email from our school confirmed his score. My friendship with Jake, twelve years in the making, was dead. Suddenly, a new email popped up. This one from Emily. Attached were encrypted files: chat logs, emails, audio recordings. Their plan wasn't just to steal my AI. They were planning a hostile takeover of Alex Turner's company, Eos Dynamics, using my work as the weapon, framining him for corporate espionage. The sheer audacity of their continued deceit, even after all I knew, left me seething. They wanted to play games? I'd play./0/40958/coverorgin.jpg?v=f7760b193126c15b01909383c73fff86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Same Dream, Same Mind
Madaming hindi nakakakilala sa grupong SYZYGY. Kung meron may ay iilan lang. Pero kahit ganoon ay hindi parin sila nawawalan ng pag-asa. Naniniwala sila na dadating din ang tamang panahon para sa grupo nila. Kahit walang nakikinig, patuloy parin ang pag gawa nila ng kanta. Hindi sila tumitigil kahit pa na walang kasiguraduhan. Tinatak din sa isip ni Yunjin na kahit anong mangyari ay tutulong siya sa grupong napalapit na din sa kaniya./0/91644/coverorgin.jpg?v=48b8ac2191bc26ef303b9999652118e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Debt of Desire
Amara believed marriage would finally give her the peace she had spent her whole life praying for. But after years beside Ayo-her charming, unpredictable husband-peace becomes the one thing she can never hold. Their home is filled with longing for a child Amara cannot conceive, and every month of disappointment pulls her further into despair. Then the unexpected happens: Tina, a girl Ayo once denied ever caring about, returns pregnant... with the child Amara had spent years begging God for. The betrayal cuts deep-but the wound it opens is older, darker, and rooted in secrets Amara never knew she inherited. Strange visions begin to haunt her. A mysterious man appears with warnings she does not understand. Shadows gather around her marriage. Doors she did not open start to creak. And everywhere she turns, she feels watched-not by a person, but by something ancient, patient, and owed. Amara soon learns that her battle is not just with a husband's infidelity or a rival's pregnancy... it is with a spiritual debt tied to her bloodline. A debt demanding payment. As her marriage crumbles and the supernatural closes in, Amara must confront the truth about herself, her past, and the unseen forces shaping her destiny. Because in a world where wombs can be exchanged and fates can be manipulated, love alone is not enough to survive. And the child she has always prayed for... may carry the key to either her redemption or her ruin./0/5291/coverorgin.jpg?v=e351c397204b0404486bd752d9235d77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vitalized School
This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. 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./0/18119/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ae40ae13f2415fddb67b25ef73adcb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His BabyGirl
Tyrell Winter is the bad boy of the school. Unlike any other cliche bad boy, he doesn't have random hookups. He respects most girls. Well, the girls that don't throw themselves on him, especially when he says no. Tyrell always has his guard up, that's what he had been told to do his whole life by his father. However, when the new girl, Charlotte Johnson, bumps into him, his guard is (unwillingly) let down. She belonged to him, whether she, or anyone else, liked it or not./0/82884/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d35c3f2230f28ce123d27c7eb390e7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
