Young Adult Books for Women
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FOREVER AND MORE
Get your pop corn 🍿 and let get ready 🥰💋🌹 GENERS: Romance, betrayal, separation, heartbroken 💔. Prologue: Am so happy to have him in my life, it's soamazing how destiny bring one together, if anyone would had told me this day wouldcome , that I'd finally be with the person I love , I'd never believe it . And right now , am the happiest girl in theworld to have such a good, caring loving andunderstanding boyfriend, and also the most handsome boyfriend in my world. I love him so much . YOU don't wanna missed it...... Trust me you will stay at the edge of your seat craving for MORE 🥰😜/0/11578/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddc64c89a798b945def8120250851545&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wisdom of Father Brown
The second volume of stories featuring the most unlikely detective in literature - now the basis for a major BBC TV adaptation starring Mark Williams. The ingenious amateur detective Father Brown is put to the test again in this second collection of stories, which sees him solve cases featuring bandits, traitors, voodoo and murder, wrong-footing his opponents at every turn with his characteristic blend of mischievous humour and uncanny understanding of human foibles. G. K. Chesterton was born in 1874. He attended the Slade School of Art, where he appears to have suffered a nervous breakdown, before turning his hand to journalism. A prolific writer throughout his life, his best- known books include The Napoleon of Notting Hill (1904), The Man Who Knew Too Much (1922), The Man Who Was Thursday (1908) and the Father Brown stories. Chesterton converted to Roman Catholicism in 1922 and died in 1938./0/85260/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ca80dbd9f7342aeece2ca3b5f2669f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Friends Become Your Cruelest Foes
"Lily, you should do it," Tiffany Hayes purred, her eyes fixed on me in the art academy' s lounge. As the scholarship student, managing our class' s two-million-dollar art fund seemed like a twisted honor, a responsibility the elite kids conveniently dodged. Three years later, at our graduation exhibition-the night my life' s work was finally displayed-my childhood friend, Mark Miller, seized the microphone. "Our class art fund has been mismanaged," he announced, his gaze piercing me. "One point eight million dollars is missing." The dreams I had meticulously built shattered. Every eye in the buzzing gallery turned to me, judging, accusing. Tiffany, Mark' s girlfriend, stood by his side, her feigned sympathy a cold knife twisting inside me. They stripped me bare, painting me a thief, a public spectacle. "I have records of everything," I insisted. "Every dollar is accounted for!" But the projection screen behind him flashed a balance of $1,250.34, sealing my fate. "Just tell us what you did with the money," Tiffany cooed, trying to lure out a confession. "We were friends." Friends? Their betrayal burned hotter than any accusation. They had done this. Set me up. Framed me. The rage and humiliation were suffocating, but a cold resolve began to crystallize within me. They thought they had broken me, but they had just ignited a fire. I walked out of the gallery that night, not in defeat, but with a fierce determination. I would find the truth. I would expose them. And they would pay./0/81350/coverorgin.jpg?v=22d8469a21d6b78ce8b139a3f8878b91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Jealous Game: My Fight for Truth
My life was perfectly on track. A full scholarship to Yale, loving parents, and the SATs were just another stepping stone. I had my best friend Brittany and boyfriend Kyle by my side, seemingly there to support me through it all. Then, I died. And snapped awake, gasping. The horrifying memories of my past flooded back: a SAT cheating scandal that ruined my family and led to their deaths, and my own demise. I was back, exactly one day before the SATs, staring at the faces of those who would betray me. I desperately tried to change my fate, fleeing the hotel and establishing an alibi. Yet, the nightmare unfolded again. I was arrested, framed with planted evidence-a fake earpiece, forged transactions, a look-alike at the test center. My ironclad alibi vanished when the cafe's security cameras mysteriously 'fried.' My parents were shamed, my father physically attacked. How could this be happening? Every attempt to escape only tightened the net. My supposed best friend, my boyfriend-they were the architects of my ruin. The proof was overwhelming, irrefutable, yet entirely false. Was I truly powerless against this meticulously crafted conspiracy? But amidst the despair, a single, overlooked detail on the 'evidence' hoodie sparked a desperate hope: the absence of a tiny, silver thread I' d sewn into my unique raven patch. This time, I wouldn't be a victim. Feigning illness to buy critical time, I would unravel their monstrous lie and reclaim my future./0/6730/coverorgin.jpg?v=70345e237daebf997af2d4fc6ce77348&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
Like many writers of her day, Emily Dickinson was a virtual unknown during her lifetime. After her death, however, when people discovered the incredible amount of poetry that she had written, Dickinson became celebrated as one of America's greatest poets. Dickinson was notoriously introverted and mostly lived as a recluse, carrying out her friendships almost entirely by written letters. Her work was just as unique; her poetry is written with short lines, occasionally lacked titles, and often used slant rhyme and unconventional capitalization and punctuation. Only a few of her poems were published in her lifetime, but American schoolchildren across the country read her work today./0/83228/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f84fc6f79483c0c55f5bb5b507b2f80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Second Death, My Second Chance
I died once trying to be a hero. It was after high school graduation, at Brad Thompson' s notorious "End of the World Bash" lake party. I warned everyone about the spiked punch and Brad's predatory nature, but my girlfriend Tiffany scoffed, and my childhood friend Sarah, blinded by her crush on Brad, turned away. They went, everyone went, except me. Later, Sarah blamed me for ruining her shot with Brad; one rainy Tuesday, she found me and ended my first life with a knife. Then, I woke up, gasping, back in my high school bedroom, reliving the day Brad would announce his party. I wasn't dead. But then I saw Sarah in the hallway. She remembered everything too. And her already dangerous obsession with Brad had intensified, chillingly so. "This time, I' m going to be by Brad' s side. No matter what," she whispered, a promise that sent shivers down my spine. I tried to avert disaster, to warn everyone away from that party, but Tiffany broke up with me for being a 'buzzkill.' Brad' s jock friends cornered me, forcing me to attend. I desperately tried to record Brad admitting his punch was spiked, but they caught me. Brad had his goons lock me in the boathouse, just before the cops raided. But instead of being safe, it was worse. Sarah pointed at me, claiming, "He' s the one who brought the spiked punch!" Tiffany and Brad quickly corroborated her lie. I was arrested, charged with felony drug distribution, for something I had fought to prevent. My childhood friend, now my accuser, was willing to destroy my life to preserve her twisted fantasy with Brad. Her obsession was a cancer, eating away at her humanity, and I was caught directly in its malignant path. Was this second chance just another slow, agonizing death, orchestrated by the very person who ended my first? My confiscated phone might hold hidden fragments of truth. Could those damaged recordings be my only proof, my sole hope to prove my innocence and change a grim fate once more?/0/17994/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff99a4ba3ca27114b414f80bb5797020&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Living With The Anderson Boys
Winter Monroe had planned out her last year at Cambree High. She would blend into the crowd, continuing to pass her subjects and stay away from trouble. Of course, all of that goes down the drain when Winter's mom drops the news that her daughter will be staying at her mom's friends place while her mom goes to Africa. Expecting nothing major, Winter was ready to continue her last year at high school, doing nothing except for what a good girl should be doing at high school. But what happens when she realises that the place that she will be staying for a year will be with four boys who basically rule Cambree High? When your staying with the four bad boys, you know that your life will be turned upside down in a second and thats exactly what Winter wasn't prepared for. Can Winter keep up with the four boys but also stay out of trouble or will the boys lead the trouble towards the good girl?/0/82916/coverorgin.jpg?v=db430cf28dddf4e757e21e190bf724a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Script Flipped
My senior year was supposed to be the start of everything. My award-winning screenplay, "Echo Park", had captivated a young producer named David, and my dream film school, USC, was within reach. But then, everything shattered. My SAT scores inexplicably plummeted, a disaster that strangely coincided with my best friend, Olivia's, perfect score. A year later, Olivia's mysteriously acclaimed screenplay, almost identical to mine, landed her the very deal David had offered me. Every ambition, every relationship, everything I cherished, she systematically stole, leaving me in a devastating spiral of depression that ended in an accidental overdose. As darkness consumed me, a terrifying truth slammed into my consciousness: Olivia, clutching a shimmering "Script Switcher," used it to rewrite my fate, three times over. How could my closest friend harbor such monstrous envy, possessing a magical device that allowed her to meticulously dismantle my entire life? Now, I'm back. Reborn on the exact day my downfall began, but this time with a chilling certainty and a ruthless plan. Olivia may still have her notorious Switcher, but I have the memories of a life lost and a cold resolve to make her steal nothing but my most spectacular failures./0/44589/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b9dd41952ec23f448912dd89aa508d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unleashing Your Inner Confidence: A 10-Chapter Guide
In the book "Unleashing Your Inner Confidence " every chapter takes you on an exploration to unlock and strengthen your self-confidence. By engaging in activities relating to real life stories and receiving guidance you will successfully navigate the journey, from doubting yourself to being truly self-assured. This empowering guide equips you with the ability to embrace challenges cultivate a sense of self value and confidently navigate through life with bravery and certainty./0/83229/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4553711de7e0927f9b6aa22c4452f91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seventeen Again: This Time, I Win
I dreamed of perfect prom nights and Ivy League acceptance letters, with my ideal boyfriend, Kevin Johnson, by my side. But that dream turned into a living hell when he systematically sabotaged my SAT scores, stole my chance at my top-choice university, and sabotaged a crucial scholarship. The ultimate betrayal came when he coerced me into enduring a painful, life-altering medical procedure for his new girlfriend, Tiffany, condemning me to years of chronic pain, crushing debt, and a future that utterly derailed. My life was shattered, reduced to a hollow, suffering existence. I was nothing more than a disposable pawn in his cruel, calculating game, my body and dreams sacrificed so he could appease another girl. The bitter injustice festered, scarring me to my very core. Then, the familiar fluorescent hum of Northwood High' s hallway surrounded me, and I was seventeen again, knowing every single devastating move he was about to make. This time, I wasn't the naive girl he could break. This time, I knew everything. And this time, I would rewrite my entire destiny./0/1100/coverorgin.jpg?v=f38443bcf5cb29ea3c05ead2c8f99488&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Body (Girl X Girl)
Paris Carter was a freakishly tall, obese, pimple-faced girl who's also untouchable considering the fact that she is Bleu Ivy's best friend. That's the only reason people even knew her name. Stunning, popular, and rich, Bleu Ivy (NOT Beyoncé and Jay's daughter) had it all. She protected her best friend, had a supportive group of friends, excelled in school, and had her future all planned out. Everything was fine. Wrong. Paris disappeared without a trace for one exact year. And she came back...Different. A lot of changes can happen in a year. From besties to ex-best friends, from the fattest to the hottest, from an ordinary girl to a princess of her own country, from platonic to lust: Bleu's senior year isn't as ordinary as she expected. "You're a WHAT?!" "A princess."/0/80414/coverorgin.jpg?v=885b3206fc9e38a6cba1115566fd7761&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Honors Night, Unscripted Drama
The Annual Honors Convocation. My valedictorian speech was a triumph, the applause warm, my parents’ faces beaming with pride. I had given it all to academics, and this was my moment of glory. My future felt bright, endless possibilities stretching before me. I was ready to step off that stage and into a new chapter. But then, Mr. Davies, our notoriously strict history teacher and the school’s champion of discipline, called me back. He held up a small, cream-colored envelope, sealed, for all to see. He announced, amplified by the microphone, that it was an “admiration note” found in my textbook – a clear signal of an uncomfortable public exposé he intended to make. My stomach dropped, recognizing the careful calligraphy. Ethan. His son. Mr. Davies, oblivious, believed it was *to* me, not from him, and he was about to weaponize it. He forced me to read the heartfelt words aloud to the entire horrified audience, watching my parents wilt in their seats, threatening my participation in the prestigious National Mock Trial Championships if I didn't identify the "irresponsible" writer. The bitter irony choked me. Here was the man who constantly lauded his son’s “focus” and “discipline,” preparing to publicly dismantle the very young man who wrote these tender sentiments, all while making me complicit. How could he be so utterly blind? How could I possibly navigate this moral tightrope without betraying Ethan, or completely derailing my hard-earned academic future? Just as the suffocating pressure threatened to break me, a quiet, resolute voice cut through the auditorium’s stunned silence. “Stop.” Ethan Davies rose from his seat, pale but unyielding. He was about to shatter his father’s carefully constructed world, and radically redefine my own, with a confession that would flip the entire narrative on its head./0/23471/coverorgin.jpg?v=07d20dcb4884c82e0688a22c2897fcb8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The bad boy craves me
"Do I seem like an idiot to you princess?" he sassed taking another agonizinly slow step towards me. "N-no" I stuttered out a blabbering mess, unable to think straight with his sudden closeness. "Do I have to show who you belong to again Bella?" "I-don't know" I whispered out too far gone within the eyes of the silver eyed God like boy standing before me. "Then why do you defy me princess, or is it that you want me to punish you?" I was trapped within his beautiful orbs unable to register the utter madness he just voiced, the word fell off my lips almost breathless begging for him to take me. "Yes" His lips curved to the side showing his God forbidden mischievous smirk of his. I had just now registered the consequences of my stupidity./0/17996/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b3956b3c7e4ef6f8f63aaa931bee8e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Little Miss Bitch
When Danielle's mom offers her friend a place to stay, Danielle never thought it would be where she lived. Danielle liked it when it was only her mom and her; she didn't need intruders to 'make the house more alive'. But when Danielle's mom's friend arrives, she also never thought her mom's friend would be bringing a boy with her. Enter Cole Walker. He is attractive, arrogant and according to Danielle, he is 'the walking STD'. When Cole sees Danielle at school every day, he thought nothing of the sort. He thought she was just one of 'those girls' who locked themselves in their room all day until dinner. That was when he realised he was wrong. According to Danielle, Cole is 'the walking STD'. According to Cole, Danielle is 'little miss bitch'. What happens when you have a cocky, arrogant player and a sassy teenager under the same roof for god knows how long? Well, you get wrestling matches, make-out sessions, bets, arguments and even love./0/91991/coverorgin.jpg?v=e43057f41f9d536ffca04571bb0cb204&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl He didn't choose
Ivy has always been the quiet one-the girl in the corner, the best friend who listens, the shadow to Vivienne's light. And for a while, she told herself that was enough. Then Victor came into her life. He was different-steady where others rushed, thoughtful where others pretended. For the first time, Ivy felt seen. For the first time, she let herself believe she could be chosen. But some stories don't play out the way you dream them. And one text message on Vivienne's phone is all it takes to shatter Ivy's fragile world. Now, Ivy has to face the truth: the boy she loved gave his heart to her best friend. Torn between rage and heartbreak, she's left with one choice of her own-fade further into the background, or finally step into the light. The Girl He Didn't Choose is a YA/NA romance-drama about friendship, betrayal, and the painful beauty of finding yourself when love lets you down. Perfect for readers who crave messy triangles, heartbreaking secrets, and heroines who refuse to stay invisible./0/83387/coverorgin.jpg?v=550339c6d09d1e7b20ccfa2e5374474a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Daughter's Defense: They Were Heroes
My deskmate, Elara Vance, was a walking contradiction: weaving grand tales of designer clothes and exotic family trips to Zurich, yet she dressed in rags and carried the undeniable scent of neglect. I' d silently endured her outlandish fantasies and the awkward pity they stirred, until one tension-filled day, my patience completely snapped, and I brutally screamed across the crowded school hallway, "What is it, Elara? Are your parents dead or something?" The raw grief that instantly crumpled her face, followed by the shock of her fist connecting with my jaw, silenced the entire room, but the real storm was yet to come. Weeks later, news tore through our high school: Elara Vance, the girl everyone mocked, had mysteriously secured a full-ride scholarship to Yale, a feat that struck everyone, especially the popular clique, as utterly impossible. The internet exploded, fueled by vicious social media posts from school bullies, rapidly branding her a "Yale Scammer" and launching a horrifying campaign of doxxing and vile harassment that escalated far beyond high school cruelty, becoming a public digital execution. But as the online mob screamed for her digital demise, I was haunted by the memory of her tear-streaked face and that primal, anguished cry that day in the hallway: "They're heroes!" That desperate, defiant plea didn't fit the narrative of the pathetic liar I believed her to be, leaving me with a chilling, unsettling confusion. A sickening wave of guilt began to consume me, the realization hitting hard that I had played a part in unleashing this brutal, unprovoked attack on her. I knew then, with a desperate urgency that superseded everything else, that I had to find Elara Vance and finally unearth the true, devastating story behind her lies and the mysterious heroism of her parents./0/18153/coverorgin.jpg?v=dab89412a29fcaf16efc49aad4e63bfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling For Asher
Zoey Collins, a seventeen year old in her final year of high school. The struggle of losing a friendship while trying to keep one safe becomes her biggest priority. Asher Evans and Zoey reconnect, causing some problems to arise. Their friendship is stronger than when they were young and naive. Some things are meant to happen and they will if you give it time./0/84326/coverorgin.jpg?v=86249a79e26b940283eae9fea6597cab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./0/82606/coverorgin.jpg?v=a701b43d08b8d317244dab8c5b6881da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
