Young Adult Books for Women
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Falling For My Stepbrother
Falling for my stepbrother ( My heart is in a doom ) By Vic To Ria Synopsis Finally moving on after years of her husband's death, Heedah is really happy for her mom Gabby, her mom husband's really seems cool, and extremely rich, at least, no fear of him loving her mom just for her wealth And they seem really good together, Finally she can have a rest of mind, her mom's really happy But,,,,, It all changed when she set her eyes on her step brother, the handsome and cool attitude of his got her lost Gradually, she began falling,, What's gon' happen? How's she Gon' get past the temptation? Can she really love her stepbrother? And, she really cares about her mom's happiness! What's she Gon' do? Find out in these Enticing Novel!!/0/92291/coverorgin.jpg?v=74f4c32df415702f618a752ad8c2aa39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Luna Gambit
Xavier Blackwood is the man every girl at my college dreams about at night, myself included, but I'd never let anyone know that. Standing at 6'4" with steel grey eyes, he might look like a walking dream, but he acts like a first-class jerk. Who would have thought that one night, while dragging myself home after doing double shifts at the diner, I'd be jumped by three men...only to have Xavier come to my rescue. Oh yes, Xavier bloody Blackwood saved my life...but the thing I saw, the CREATURE that ripped those men to shreds, wasn't the Xavier everyone thinks they know. He wasn't human... He was a wolf, a demon, a creature from myth, but before I had time to process, he knocked me out too. Humans that learn about the existence of werewolves have to die. ...There are NO exceptions. The Werewolf Xavier saved me, but now I am condemned to death. To make things worse, both Xavier and Axel claim I am their mate. ...This can't be good./0/1714/coverorgin.jpg?v=383d19cf3446178d8ffb82e89d8bc5e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Domestic Problems: Work and Culture in the Household
Excerpt from Domestic Problems: Work and Culture in the Household, and the Schoolmaster's Trunk Containing Papers on Home Life in Tweenit A few, a very few, of our women are able to live and move and have their being literally regardless of expense. These can buy of skilled assistants and competent supervisors, whole lifetimes Of lei sure; with these, therefore, Our problem has no concern. The larger class, the immense majority, either do their work themselves, or attend person ally to its being done by others others Signify ing that inefficient, untrustworthy, unstable horde who come fresh from their training in peat-bog and meadow, to cook our dinners, take care Of our china dishes, and adjust the nice little internal arrangements Of our dwellings./0/18140/coverorgin.jpg?v=0102717dfcd2b66e38bbd40c1be33d5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Bad Boy Neighbour
Chad has been my neighbour for as long as I can remember. We practically grew up together since our parents were the best of friends. Out side of school, he would tease me and inside of school, he'd ignore me. He was the most confusing but hottest guy I knew. No lie. He was gorgeous with his chocolate brown eyes and soft black hair. It was all too good to be true though. He seemed almost perfect, apart from the fact he is the baddest bad boy in our school. He was a major player and could get any girl whenever he wanted. And me? I'm Lucy. I'm just an average girl, it's not like i have boys dropping at my feet but I do have a few boys who have liked me. Unlike most of the female population, I don't spend my time getting dressed up to impress Chad. Instead, I spend my time reading books, even writing them! Any who, my life was completely fine until my bad boy neighbour started acting a little stranger than usual. ******** "Chad! Stop!" I shout, letting out an embarrassing squeal before I burst out laughing. "No Lucy, I'm never going to stop" he says seriously, his eyes looking into mine. I did a double take. "W-What?" I choke out, looking up at him. My eyes were wide when I heard his next words. "I'm never going to stop telling you because it's true" he says, his eyes were burning with so much sincerity and awe, it made me blush. "I'm never going to stop telling you the truth"/0/20643/coverorgin.jpg?v=d70134d4dcf4af24d113c98110bcc810&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kissing The Wind
She is the loner, the outcast, and the bully's favorite target at school. When she become a young heiress of a noble house, everyone has to lower their heads in her presence. Now, she's back at school to let her bullies kneel before her! ~~~ After being bullied and an outcast for many years, Sydnee find out that her true mother is a noblewoman and she is a young heiress of a noble house. Her stepfather, the Duke, bring her to his household and train her to become a true heiress. However, her mother seems to dislike her so much and prefers to adore the adopted double-faced girl Catarina. Whatever she'll do, her mother will always be bias towards Catarina, and even support Catarina's plan to take her inheritance and usurp the position of Dukedom's heiress. But she, Sydnee, has promised herself to never back down from the fight to inheritance! Gaining the king's favor? Being a teacher's pet? It's easy to achieve. Even stirring the power factions in the capital is as easy as pie for her! This little white mice is not her opponent at all!/0/99018/coverorgin.jpg?v=454a22e8998c438b619dfc83801d12ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE ALPHA'S UNEXPECTED MATE
Lucia,An orphan abandoned by her parents and trained by werefolves. The age eighteen was very important to her but she was rejected by her mate. Dilemma unfolds as Lucia and her second chance alpha meets in a mixed school, but will he accept her? Or someone else . Will his pack accept a human Luna? Stayed turned my esteemed readers. And drop your opinions in the comments section,💬/0/29560/coverorgin.jpg?v=6569934bee948a2c4ac84f78c311cd7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Untamed Emotions
Have you ever fallen in love with the wrong person? Or,,have you ever liked someone you shouldn't even have gotten close to? This story is about two teenagers who fell in love with each other even though they shouldn't. Why??? . . . Gray Connor a 18_years old teenager in his final grade in high school,the last son of president Connor who have been betrothed to Emma from birth. It's an agreement between both families that these two are going to get married when they are old enough. It went like that for years,,Gray and Emma are best friends from childhood. And as they grow up their love continue to grow along with them,but the problem is Gray doesn't love Emma more than a friend. He doesn't feel anything for her than just best friends,whereas Emma can die for Gray's love. A very protective girlfriend no other girl want to ever mess with her boyfriend. Gray doesn't have a choice than to just give in,,he already made up his mind to try his best in loving Emma back,does he have a choice? It continued this way until a strange girl came to their school,,and then the story changed. Who is this girl? Meet Quinn Spencer,,she's pretty,no,she's hot,cat eyes,plump lips,average in height,long and straight legs,long curly black hair,16,never had a boyfriend and never thinking of having one,just here to study and leave. You can describe her attitude as smart and gentle at the same time,,meeting new people is one of the things she hates. A normal guy will fall in love with her at first sight She's not rude,she's so cool but isn't clumsy either ,she's someone you will love without her trying to impress you,she's so lively,lovely and damn beautiful like the stars Her mom is a very disciplined woman,she already Gave her the rules And the top list is " No dating until you're eighteen " Which she's not ready to break any moment from now to avoid her mom's anger,, 'I have two more years to go,,and I will be free' She had said to herself when she clocked 16 few months ago Only if she knew things are about changing, . . . So what do you think happened when she joined the school??/0/16263/coverorgin.jpg?v=306bb759e9a7f91b005d32f5a8c1879d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Betrayed by Blood
Thanksgiving weekend was just around the corner, and as an intern ranger, I was preparing for what my supervisor, Mark Thorne, called a "mandatory exploratory survey" to Devil's Gulch. But this seemingly routine assignment was a meticulously planned death trap, set by the man I worked for and the sister I loved. The rock bit into my back, a sharp pain, then nothing as my climbing rope went slack, sabotaged, as I plummeted into the cold darkness of the crevasse. Mark's chilling, empty smile was the last thing I saw above me on the narrow ledge, my sister Emily looking away, silent, complicit, as I fought for air. Killed. By my own supervisor and the only family I had left, betrayed for reasons I couldn't comprehend as my life vanished in an instant. Then I jolted awake, not in a freezing abyss, but in my familiar bunk, the comforting scent of pine from my cheap park-issued mattress filling the air. My heart hammered against my ribs as I touched my face, my arms, realizing there were no broken bones, no blood. The calendar on the wall screamed at me: three days before that fateful Thanksgiving trip to Devil's Gulch. I was alive. It was a memory, vivid, terrifying, but now it was also a warning. A second chance. This time, I wouldn't be the naive one; I would protect myself first, and if I could, protect my sister from him and from herself. I could still stop this. And I would./0/6721/coverorgin.jpg?v=050516d1514d8de4c4836c7cb2fe6a23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Broken Angel
Gabriella Finn a young adult gets raped by three men and that horrible night her Angel Zurier rips out his own wings so that he can touch this world to save her. After recovering from her ordeal she ends up dating one of her rapists unkowningly. Will she realize that she is dating the wrong person or is she doomed./0/85097/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d69fc8c19b506979c3860d580b3a9e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Humiliation, Her Freedom
For seven years, I lived in Liam Sterling' s shadow, meticulously crafting his academic success. Tonight, at our graduation party, he stood on stage, arm around his new girlfriend, Skye Miller, and publicly humiliated me. He announced they were going to Northwood Community College, then suggested I come along, sneering, "You know you can' t manage without me telling you what to do. It' s for the best." Murmurs and snickers filled the room. "His lapdog." "He owns her." Humiliation burned my cheeks, but this time, something snapped. The suffocating feeling that had always compelled my obedience vanished. All the years of silent suffering exploded into rage. When Liam, unaccustomed to resistance, tried to order me around again, I looked him straight in the eye. "No," I said, my voice clear and loud for the first time. His face reddened, but I wasn' t done. "I' m not going to community college with you, Liam. I' m not going anywhere with you." His control shattered, Liam escalated. He and Skye led a mob to my house, turning my sanctuary into a frat party. They poured wine on my graduation dress, laughed at my humiliation, and when I saw my grandmother' s locket-a precious heirloom-around Skye' s neck, a piece of my soul was torn. Liam had stolen it from my room and given it to her. "It' s just a piece of cheap metal, Ava," he scoffed. "It was my grandmother' s! It' s all I have left of her!" I cried, but he just said, "Get over it." Then, Skye whispered to Liam about my college applications, suggesting he destroy my future. My heart pounded as he headed for my room, a cruel smile on his face. No! My future. My laptop. He publicly deleted my Ivy League applications, replacing them with Northwood Vocational School, and submitted it. Then, he smashed my laptop. They dragged me to the basement, locking me in, knowing my deepest fear. My world ended there, swallowed by darkness and their laughter. But somewhere, a father was about to get a call, and Liam Sterling was about to learn a very painful lesson./0/28780/coverorgin.jpg?v=4869558da5257b233c466b82f7f098b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
LOVE AND FAITH
Ayu, a simple girl, had fallen in love with her childhood best friend Ali, a devout, intellectual, and kind man. Her status as the daughter of a prisoner and an ex-prostitute, on the other hand, caused a great chasm between her and Ali, the only child of the village's most revered person. Their friendship created enormous hurdles in Ayu's life rather than happiness until Dave, a blue-eyed and blond-haired lad, entered her life and love blossomed in their hearts. Unfortunately, their disparity in faith created a significant barrier between them. Who would Ayu prioritise, her love or her faith?/0/39418/coverorgin.jpg?v=1376c2101a65c3024f3138d53dd51669&imageMogr2/format/webp)
If I Don't Hurt You
"I like you because you look like Elgi." Elgo's brow furrowed even further, "Elgi?" "Why?" Sia asked. "Who is he?" "You don't need to know who Elgi is, he's gone now. I'm with you now anyway." Elgo nodded again, but somehow he still didn't feel relieved, his mouth wanted to keep asking questions. "So you want to be my girlfriend because I look like the boy you mentioned earlier?"/0/85880/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a0c10fc57c8ca431a091d8b66b3e9d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Death, Their Sinful Secret
The first time Chloe died, I wasn't there. I was in the library, trying to finish a paper, when a text from our friend Emily shattered my world: "Something happened at the dorm. Come back. Now." I ran, only to find flashing lights and yellow tape around our building. Emily, pale and shaking, whispered the horror: "It' s Chloe. She… she fell." The university moved with chilling speed, declaring it a tragic suicide, scrubbing every trace of her from our room as if she never existed. My best friend, gone. But I knew Chloe. She wouldn't just jump. The bruises, the whispered phone calls to a blocked number that made her face tighten with fear-they screamed something else. I tried to tell the police, but they dismissed it, already closing the case. The university wanted me quiet, gone, just like Chloe' s memory. In a haze of grief and rage, I remembered her hidden burner phone and secret journal. I knew they held the truth. That night, I snuck back into our room, found them, and a terrifyingly large man in a dark suit appeared, attacking me. I woke up with a throbbing head, confused, but the buzzing alarm clock confirmed it: Wednesday, 7:00 AM. May 18th. Then I saw her. Chloe, alive, humming at her desk. I had woken up three days in the past. This was my second chance. I could save her. But I failed. Even knowing, even running, I was too late. I watched her fall again, this time on a Wednesday. Despair threatened to swallow me whole, but then a cold, hard determination set in. They had taken everything the first time, covered it up. Not this time. I couldn't save her life, but I could get justice. And the key was the phone and the journal-still hidden where I' d left them in the original timeline. When university officials, including Dean Peterson and the terrifying man who attacked me, burst into my room to silence me, I had a choice. Beg for help? Or fight back? I dialed 911, then deliberately smashed the window, screaming for real police attention. When they finally arrived, I knew my physical evidence was gone. Dean Peterson's smug face confirmed it. So, I played my last card. I looked the officer dead in the eye and said, "I pushed her. I killed my best friend." It was a monstrous lie, a suicide bomb of a confession, but it forced their hand. A suicide they could bury; a murder, they had to investigate. Sitting in the interrogation room, recounting the nightmare to Detective Anderson, the impossible truth started to break through. He listened, he saw the inconsistencies, and for the first time, someone believed me. Chloe's journal and the burner phone, retrieved by my bewildered friend Emily, laid bare the horrifying truth: Dean Peterson was pimping out vulnerable female students, including Chloe, to powerful, wealthy university trustees like the HIV-positive Mr. Thompson. Chloe's death wasn't suicide; it was murder, a desperate escape from a web of abuse and control. My false confession cost me my freedom, my reputation, my sanity, but it ignited a firestorm. The corrupt system crumbled, Thompson and Peterson jailed for life. Standing at Chloe' s grave, the fight over, I knew for the first time: we did it. We changed her story. And no one else would suffer like her again./0/18143/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fa5f267d7569672fc447f890044d84e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bad Boy's Daughter
NEXT BOOK FROM THE BAD BOY'S BABY! CAN BE READ ALONE!!! Summer is the bad boy's daughter. Not only does she have 3 older brothers but a father who was once the towns bad boy. She was the youngest but the only daughter that Jesse and Kasey ever had. Drew Johnson is the basketball captain and the hottest guy in the school. He has always liked Summer but with 3 very over protective brothers and father, he never made his move. Until one particular day, Summer gets into a fight. He was there and witnessed everything, but what will he do with the newly found information?/0/86506/coverorgin.jpg?v=50ea82f1d72a0f86fe7ccdda2d3e1e70&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Betrayal, Architecture's Triumph
The acceptance letters for NYU, side-by-side on my desk, symbolized four years of high school effort and a shared dream with David: studying architecture in New York City. Our entire lives were perfectly planned. Then, I overheard David on the phone, his voice low and excited, revealing a horrifying truth: "California is going to be insane. No, she has no idea. I can't do it anymore. The clinginess... I need to be free." My world shattered. The boy I'd loved since childhood, who held our future, was crushing it without a thought. He admitted he was going to UCLA to study film, and when I asked about our plans, he flatly said, "I' m tired of you. I need space to be my own person." His words hit harder than any blow. I realized my devotion had been seen as a cage. All those years I' d put his needs first, sacrificing my own friendships and passions to support him, believing it was love. Now, I saw it was all to make him feel bigger while I made myself smaller. He' d left me feeling like the villain in our story. I couldn't understand. How could the boy who once declared, "Sarah's not a girl. She's Sarah," now call me clingy and dismiss me like trash? Why did he always pull me back with sweet gestures, only to lash out and abandon me when I tried to look out for him? But a tiny, hard kernel of anger began to form. He thought I couldn't survive without him. I would go to NYU, I would study architecture, and I would prove him wrong. Even if it killed me./0/3282/coverorgin.jpg?v=86ba9119b5017769dea83a43966e788f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dead Men's Money
A GREAT MURDER MYSTERY!There may be folk in the world to whom the finding of a dead man, lying grim and stark by the roadside, with the blood freshly run from it and making ugly patches of crimson on the grass and the gravel, would be an ordinary thing; but to me that had never seen blood let in violence, except in such matters as a bout of fisticuffs at school, it was the biggest thing that had ever happened, and I stood staring down at the white face as if I should never look at anything else as long as I lived. I remember all about that scene and that moment as freshly now as if the affair had happened last night. The dead man lying in the crushed grass—his arms thrown out helplessly on either side of him—/0/80406/coverorgin.jpg?v=b82c97dec1544703c232c369f1045d01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Serpent in My Bed
The smell of stale coffee hung heavy in my college dorm room. My roommate, Jessica, hovered over me, her face a mask of feigned concern. She was my best friend, or so I believed then. It was the Monday before Thanksgiving break, a seemingly ordinary start to a week. But the moment I opened my eyes, a brutal wave of memories crashed over me. The screech of tires, blinding headlights, then utter darkness. My family's beloved restaurant, Miller’s Place, crumbling to dust. My dad, debilitated by a stroke, his once vibrant eyes now vacant. My brother, Michael, broken, his promising future stolen. And my sweet sister-in-law, Emily, clutching an empty nursery. Jessica, the viper I’d foolishly welcomed, had meticulously orchestrated their ruin. She’d falsely accused Michael, leading to Emily's devastating loss. Her calculated lies had bled our family savings dry to fuel her extortion. The shame, the whispers, the very fabric of our small town life, torn apart. I, Sarah Miller, became the pariah, blamed for enabling the monster. The relentless online bullying drove me to walk into traffic, desperate for an end. Now, here she was again, playing the innocent victim, sighing about a lonely Thanksgiving. Her eyes, wide and pleading, mirroring the exact look that had sealed our destruction. How could I have been so catastrophically naïve, so utterly blind to the serpent in my bed? A cold, potent fury roared inside me, threatening to consume everything. The nightmare was beginning anew, a cruel replay of my worst past. But this time, I wasn't the gullible girl. I was back, somehow, exactly one year before the catastrophe. This time, the script was mine to rewrite. This time, I would not be her fool, her stepping stone to ruin. This time, Jessica would finally pay. Every last, agonizing cent./0/79624/coverorgin.jpg?v=6509a680d0f2036a09174fba512d1891&imageMogr2/format/webp)
