Young Adult Books for Women
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A Scholar's Fury: The Road to Justice
Jessica Peterson, my classmate and rival for that scholarship, smiled her fake bright smile and invited me on a weekend trip. I was top of my class, but finals had me wound tight, and a break sounded too good to pass up. One too-sweet soda later, everything went black. I woke up on a stained mattress in a dilapidated farmhouse, the air thick with mold and fear. Not a relaxing getaway, but a nightmare. My "friend" Jessica hadn't just abandoned me; she' d sold me to the brutish Miller family as a forced bride, all for a broken-down pickup truck and a job for one of their leering sons. My pleas were met with kicks and sneers. When I tried to escape, I was dragged back, bruised and battered. A passing neighbor dismissed my desperate cries for help, thinking I was a delirious runaway, disbelieving me because of my mud-streaked, disheveled appearance. Even my own cousin, who briefly heard my muffled screams, was fooled by the Millers' slick lies. My academic future, my university dreams, all seemed destined to turn into an endless nightmare in this backwoods hell. How could Jessica, my childhood friend, trade my entire life, my freedom, for a rusty old truck? The sheer, horrifying injustice of it was a bitter, burning rage in my gut. Why me? Why this? But then a flicker of recognition cut through the despair. This place, this county, was my Grandpa John' s homeland – where he was Sheriff for forty years, where his name still carried immense weight. With that realization, a new strength surged. I might be trapped, but I was Sarah, Sheriff John' s granddaughter. And if I could just get a message out, everyone who wronged me-Jessica, her family, and the Millers-would regret it. Every. Single. One. Of. Them./0/2232/coverorgin.jpg?v=2bbbdd1231aeaf7153a4116db3228c7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Princess Maritza
Desmond Ellery is a disgraced English soldier who on a walk one day meets the young Princess Maritza, playing truant from the finishing school she attends. She inspires him by showing her sass and verve, and he decides to go to her kingdom Wallaria and seek fame and fortune there. He gets wrapped up in that countries tumultuous politics, and finds himself in the centre of everyone's plots. (Goodreads)/0/8490/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6bbd289dc50e9657db6602096785666&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Outdoor Girls of Deepdale; Or, camping and tramping for fun and health
Four girls were walking down an elm-shaded street. Four girls, walking two by two, their arms waist-encircling, their voices mingling in rapid talk, punctuated with rippling laughter\u2014and, now and then, as their happy spirits fairly bubbled and overflowed, breaking into a few waltz steps to the melody of a dreamy song hummed by one of their number. The sun, shining through the trees, cast patches of golden light on the stone sidewalk, and, as the girls passed from sunshine to shadow, they made a bright, and sometimes a dimmer, picture on the street, whereon were other groups of maidens. For school was out. \"Betty Nelson, the idea is perfectly splendid!\" exclaimed the tallest of the quartette; a stately, fair girl with wonderful braids of hair on which the sunshine seemed to like to linger. \"And it will be such a relief from the ordinary way of doing things,\" added the companion of the one who thus paid a compliment to her chum just in advance of her. \"I detest monotony!\" \"If only too many things don't happen to us!\" This somewhat timid observation came from the quietest of the four\u2014she who was walking with the one addressed as Betty./0/21788/coverorgin.jpg?v=db5431f006b62334a5424a2c327dd551&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Can't Help Falling in love
Find-somewhere-else-to-sit-I-don't-relate-with-people-from-the-slums!" Those were his first words to her. She regretted meeting him, and even thinking of him as cute, how can a human be so mean, rude and snobbish. Meet Audrey Kathleen, a young girl of sixteen, very lively, very jovial and friendly. She is from a poor family, well not exactly a poor family because her supposed Father is a very rich man but unfortunately he abandoned her mom and she while she was still a foetus. So she was born as a poor girl with a rich father who she wasn't fortunate enough to meet. Audrey after moving to a new home and school gets to meet Simon; The arrogant son of the school founder; Mr Anderson; popularly known as Mr Wealthy due to his massive net worth. Being the son of the richest man in Wearous (WEAthy and prospeROUS) estate, he doesn't want anything to do with the middle class fools, but there is a cog change in the wheel of his life when he meets Audrey. The strange thing about love is that it doesn't ask for permission, it doesn't care about background, class, status or fame, and just like death...it's inevitable. What happens when the famous son of Mr Wealthy falls head over heels in love with the girl from the slums, meanwhile her best friend Kyle is also in love with her therefore creating a complicated love triangle that puts important relationships at stake Things get even more complicated when the mystery behind her father's disappearance is unveiled and the Simon's real identity is discovered. Audrey is left to battle it all, her feelings! Her relationships! And her family, but as they say, love is indeed the greatest!!/0/28202/coverorgin.jpg?v=f82d97eff880ac3ef6982ca475e5b801&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wasn’t Part of the Plan
When Gianna Emerson best friend gets dumped by her boyfriend; Gianna is determined to make him go through the same pain and hurt he made her best friend go through. Get close to him, make him fall in love with her and then mercilessly dump him. It was the most perfect and flawless plan except that it didn’t involve Gianna falling helplessly in love with him. What’s more, her Favourite rule of friend is “though shall not fall in love with your friend’s ex”/0/81078/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c99ae4eb80f0dca6c0d07f9cad0a3ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rewound: A Sister's Vengeance
I woke up to sunlight, a normal morning, but my heart hammered. Today was the day my little brother Sam died on the football field. I' d lived through this nightmare once before, watched my family crumble, and been blamed for everything. Then, the crack of impact, Sam falling, not getting up. Just like before. This time, instead of running to his side, I turned and walked away. A wave of nausea hit me, but also a desperate hope: I wouldn' t be the scapegoat again. The blame started instantly. My mother, Dr. Eleanor Vance, chief of surgery, was furious. Not because Sam was dying, but because I hadn't called her immediately. Her priority? A Napa wine tasting with Chloe, who, as always, was whispering poison in her ear. While Sam fought for his life, Mom and Chloe sent photos of clinking wine glasses and luxury shopping. How could a mother choose a spa day over her dying son? How could Chloe, the "hero" whose parents supposedly died saving Sam, be so cruel? This wasn't just neglect; something was deeply, horribly wrong. Sam died. And this time, my father saw it all. He pointed at my mother, his voice raw with agony and rage: "You killed our son." With that truth laid bare, the lies of my family began to unravel. I had to expose the dark secrets behind Sam's death, no matter who stood in my way./0/82799/coverorgin.jpg?v=671ac66ffa86fd2579d57d3358389775&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl Who Refused to Be Broken
My whole life was about getting out of this blue-collar town. Ivy League scholarships were my ticket, and I lived and breathed SAT prep. My best friend, Bree Van Doren, struggled with her studies, her family's hardware store failing. She always said I made it look so easy. Then Bree suggested a "study retreat" at her remote family cabin in the Adirondacks. After she handed me a bottle of water, that's the last thing I remembered before darkness. I woke up on a dirt floor, head pounding, in a filthy shack. This was no cabin; this was a nightmare. The Petersons, a rough, menacing family, treated me like an animal. Then Bree appeared, her face shockingly cold, flatly admitting she sold me to them. For a few hundred bucks and a beat-up snowmobile, my "best friend" had erased her academic competition. I was to "keep Cletus company." Sold. Like an object. For a snowmobile. Every Ivy League dream I had, reduced to ash. Panic clawed at my throat. How? Why? Even my own cousin, Jake, seeing me bruised and desperate, didn't recognize me. But a silent scream of "NO" echoed in my mind. I would not break. I was Sarah Miller, and my formidable grandparents, Eli and Agnes Miller, would find me. And when they did, Bree Van Doren would pay./0/23353/coverorgin.jpg?v=de65fb6cb58de717e02f4a1e286f497e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touched by Forever
Ann Willow, a human teenager's world gets turned upside down when new students enter her class one day. Ann soon finds out that she is connected to a Supernatural world in more than one way, from Werewolves, Vampires, Hybrids, and everything in between. What will become of Ann when she finds herself in love with the beings of the Supernatural world?/0/86241/coverorgin.jpg?v=95af8b433a6636c68585640548a1082b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Her Lies, My True Destiny
The scholarship trophy, the culmination of years of relentless effort, was almost in my grasp. Then the world tipped sideways, and Madison' s tear-streaked face appeared, her trembling finger pointing directly at me. "She cheated," her voice echoed, accusing me of plagiarism in front of the entire faculty and student body. That was the final blow in the ruthless campaign Madison, my seemingly innocent roommate, had waged against me ever since we moved in. She' d subtly undermined my grades, isolated me from friends with "worried" lies about my sanity, and now, she' d orchestrated the destruction of my future. Expelled, my name dragged through the mud, the shame a suffocating weight-I ended it all on a cold, rainy night, unable to bear the torment. But then, a sharp poke jolted me awake. "Chloe? Are you awake?" Madison stood over me, holding a textbook, wearing that same vacant, innocent look I once fell for. Professor Miller' s class. This was it. The very beginning of her calculated destruction. Rage, pure and blinding, surged through me. I snatched the textbook from her, tossed it, and pulled the covers over my head, my voice flat, "Figure it out yourself." The silence that followed was deafening. She was confused. I had a second chance. And this time, I wasn't just going to survive. I was going to make Madison pay for every single tear./0/3017/coverorgin.jpg?v=256e894153da06e8c31404c9f9f5d2e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Andy Grant's Pluck
Andy Grant is forced to drop out of boarding school and abandon his plans for college because his father is facing difficult economic times at home, particularly because the local squire is threatening to foreclose on the family's farm. This is the story of how Andy goes out into the world and conquers every obstacle and then returns home to deal with the wealthy squire./0/7085/coverorgin.jpg?v=05c37a9d2e102abffe7254e6119bec4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Son of Clemenceau, A Novel of Modern Love and Life
Alexandre Dumas "fils" was the illegitimate son of a Paris dressmaker and the renowned author of "The Three Musketeers." Dumas "pre" took him from his mother as a child (French law then allowed that), and gave the child a marvelous education at schools that included the Institution Goubaux and the Collge Bourbon — but he could not take from the child the memory of his mother. Dumas "fils" spent much of his life writing of the loss of her — in works like "Camille" and this novel, "The Son of Clemenceau." Alexandre Dumas "fils" died at Marly-le-Roi, Yvelines, on November 27, 1895; he is buried in the Cimetire de Montmartre in Paris./0/22416/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a929061b6eccc7504010b4066f02787&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Greatest Holiday Ever
Cole is both a manipulator and a lair. Yet the only fault Valley finds in the love of her life are the uninvited guests he brings to live with them. He's bad news father said, he's your sickening addiction best friend argues, all of which Valley sees as superstitions. Well, that is until she invites him to live with her together for their last summer before heading to college. Will Valley be able to overcome what Cole has in store for her, or will she keep bickering with the arrogant badboy Louis, one of her guests, who she falls into hate with at first sight./1/111273/coverorgin.jpg?v=85e4164c0fec67416a3f85c239b54f62&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Being My Archenemy's Fake Girlfriend
Amy has enough problems. She's the new girl at Fieldman High, still grieving her parents, living with a brother who resents her existence, and now working at a coffee shop just to get by. The last thing she needs is Leo Calloway charming, infuriating, and the most performative person she has ever met - proposing that she pretend to be his girlfriend to make his cheating ex jealous. She says yes anyway. Because she's tired of being the girl things happen to. Because Michelle has made her a target. And because the arrangement comes with protection she didn't know she needed. What she doesn't agree to is falling for him. But somewhere between the fake smiles and the real conversations, between kitchen tables and difficult truths and Leo showing up every single time it counts, the line between pretend and real becomes impossible to find. And as Amy's carefully kept secrets begin to surface secrets darker, and more dangerous than anyone around her knows, she discovers that the boy who is her archenemy might be the only person she trusts with all of it. And that the coffee shop she walked into looking for a job might have given her something she has been missing her whole life. Some things, it turns out, find you exactly when they're supposed to./0/6148/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f6f02f7a4bc814f7042d62aed26d695&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Peggy Parsons at Prep School
Excerpt: ...with scant sympathy, but with much merry appreciation of her snow-powdered face and its look of wondering appeal. Nevertheless, in spite of difficulties and delays, they had covered two meadows and a large open field without more stress of adventure than they found pleasant. All of a sudden Peggy pointed ahead. There, gleaming on before them, straight ahead and over the crest of a bit of rising ground, were the glistening snow-shoe marks of another explorer who had recently gone that way before them. The sun shone into the criss-cross pattern of the steps, which seemed to the girls to be both invitation and challenge. Katherine adapted the quotation, laughing. \"If I could leave behind me any such even tracks as that it might be worth while going on, but when you can't get the swing of it, Peggy, you can't keep warm, and while I want to learn, sometime, I think it wasn't born in me as it was in you, and it will need several practice attempts before I can be in your class at all. So I'm going back-for now-do you want to come, or are you going on-?\" Peggy looked back toward the familiar roofs of Andrews, and then she looked away out over the barren fields in their whiteness, new and untouched save for the gleaming snow-shoe tracks that called and called to her to be as adventurous as they. \"I guess I'll go on,\" she said, a hint of abandon in her voice. \"Well, good-by, hon,\" said Katherine, meekly taking her leave. \"I will get about as much more of this as I want going back, but I hope you have a nice time-and-and end up at tea somewhere just as we were going to.\" \"Tea by myself would be horrid,\" Peggy called after her. \"I won't be long, but I just must have some more, I love it so.\" Then she turned her face to the snow-shoe tracks, and with a little gay song on her lips took up their trail. \"I'm Robinson Crusoe,\" she told herself blithely, \"and these tracks are the good man Friday's. And we are the.../0/8339/coverorgin.jpg?v=2bf49cb5a4d865dd3b73851813bf9e10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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