Young Adult Books for Women
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Stolen Identity, Stolen Fortune
My life was perfectly on track. I was Ashley, the daughter of Katherine, heir to the "Katherine's Kitchen" bakery empire, and I was about to ace my SATs and get into my dream Ivy League school. Everything was normal. Until Spirit Week. A viral video exploded through the school, showing my foster sister, Brittany, tear-streaked, claiming our mother had stolen her. That I was the imposter, the switched baby, and the entire family fortune was rightfully hers. Her biological mother, Brenda, was right there, nodding grimly. Suddenly, I was public enemy number one. Whispers followed me, my locker was vandalized, and the bullying became relentless. My college art project, weeks of work, was smashed. Brittany even faked bruises and got me suspended, shattering my academic future. Then a "leaked" DNA test, clearly fake, confirmed their lies, making even me question everything. How could my life be stolen by a baseless lie? Why did my own foster sister resent me so deeply, and why would her mother unleash such a venomous campaign? The injustice burned, leaving me reeling, wondering who I even was anymore. But my mother fought back, proving the first DNA test was fake. Yet, Brittany's malice didn't die – she tried to drug me. And Brenda, consumed by delusion, escalated to setting fire to my house! I wouldn't run. The battle for my life, my name, and my future had only just begun. And I was going to win./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./0/24495/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a4d268e9fb7e52ae071b66c535b46fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Their Fall, My Rise
I had my life meticulously planned: top grades, intense training, a clear path to the U.S. Service Academy. My future was a beacon, a reward for years of unwavering dedication. But then came the devastating twist: Mark, my childhood best friend, and his conniving girlfriend, Tiffany, decided my ambition was a threat to their own twisted narrative. They systematically sabotaged my critical fitness test and derailed my SATs, watching my dreams shatter with chilling indifference. My carefully constructed world collapsed in an instant. I was plunged into years of soul-crushing dead-end jobs, a life of grinding poverty, and the bitter taste of shattered potential. The final, brutal act of their cruelty came during a chance reunion: cold fury from Tiffany, an almost apologetic glance from Mark, then the hired thugs, the balcony, and the irreversible fall. I lay dying, haunted by the crushing weight of their malice. How could the people I once trusted engineer such a complete and utter destruction of a life? The raw injustice burned hotter than any pain, leaving me with a desperate, unanswered question: Why them, why me? But instead of oblivion, I was hurled back. The familiar scent of lavender, the drone of a lawnmower, the calendar screaming August 10th. Three months before my future was stolen. Seventeen again, with the searing clarity of what was to come. And then I saw them. Mark' s cold, assessing eyes told me he knew. This wasn't a do-over; it was war./0/81274/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a60203fcc7bfb36e40ee5817face621&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Bet, Her Heist: A Calculated Romance
I was Northwood Academy's charity case, my worn backpack and second-hand uniform screaming my poverty louder than any whisper. Living miles from this privileged world, with my disabled dad and our crushing bills, escaping was my only thought. But Jessica Thorne, the queen bee, made sure I never forgot my place. It started with the "First Annual Northwood Philanthropy Prize." My name was called, not for an award, but for public humiliation. They presented me with a massive cardboard check: "$0.00 – For Being Our Charity Case." Laughter swelled, burning my face, but I kept my expression neutral. Then, I overheard them: "The Sterling Bet." The school' s elite rich boys, led by golden boy Ethan Vanderbilt, schemed to fake a relationship with me, build me up, then publicly shatter my reputation right before the SATs, ensuring my future was ruined. My blood ran cold. This wasn't merely mockery; it was calculated sabotage, a crueler kind of war. Jessica's venomous glare confirmed she endorsed it, her bizarre comment about me being a "cheap knock-off" adding a chilling, unsettling layer to their game. Were they truly this bored and cruel? But they underestimated the girl with nothing to lose. They wanted to play? Fine. I would play too. With an icy resolve hardening my heart, I smiled, accepting Ethan's offer of "help." My goal was no longer just survival. It was a calculated heist, and their resources would be my vault. I would win./0/21251/coverorgin.jpg?v=ced84596595a648abf0baa63623aa248&imageMogr2/format/webp)
LAST DAYS IN HIGHSCHOOL
Love is Always the problem.... Life doesn't always go has planned..... In the large city of Texas, there was a young teenage boy whose determination was to finish Highschool with the best grades in other to please his Dad, the seventeen years old boy was Christian Bailey. Completely oblivious of the fact that Abigail Taylor, a young beautiful and gorgeous girl who attends the same school was secretly crushing on him, but couldn't express it. Even though Abigail was in love with someone who just sees her as a friend, there was Jason Fernandez. Her friend from middle school that wants to date her at all cost. When Abigail rejected him severally, Jason Fernandez became pissed that she was rejecting him for a guy who doesn't even show her any affection. Christian Bailey and his friends were determined to become the best students in thier time oblivious of the relationship and issues going on between Abigail and Jason. Abigail was an orphan girl, always maltreated by her step mother. After her step mother refused to pay for her examination fees, Abigail finds herself going to extremes just to finish Highschool. Christian and his Friends adventure through Highschool wasn't that smooth sailing, there were twist and dramas that they never expected, there story didn't end in highschool.. Even more twists happened in college. Everything is contained here in this story.../0/9247/coverorgin.jpg?v=7379849551d2bcd147eeb3625e79c974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Oneiric Life
The world was in a frenzy when it was revealed that kid internet personality FH is a member of Lee Haeun's girl group, set to debut soon. Meanwhile, she was ready to explore this new seasons of her life with her group members, she worked non-stop. They got millions of fans even before their debut, giving them more opportunities and leading them to fame. Follow the girls to live their Oneiric Life. ....... Novel originally mine./0/95227/coverorgin.jpg?v=822dfbd6ffa55bf369395d8e3fd1f31c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress's Billionaire Return
After eight years in captivity, I was finally rescued. I thought it was the beginning of a new life with my mother. But she didn't even look at me. She ran into the arms of a handsome stranger, her real husband, and I was treated like a dirty secret from her past. They called me a contamination, a reminder of their trauma. My new stepsister set their Doberman on me, and as the dog's teeth sank into my arm, I looked up and saw my mother watching from the window. She met my eyes for a second, then slowly closed the curtains. In that moment, the last bit of hope I had died. The shallow bond of family was completely gone, and I finally gave up. But they made one mistake. The family patriarch, suspicious after a car accident, ordered a secret DNA test. The results came back on the day of my stepsister's birthday party, revealing a truth that would burn their perfect world to the ground./0/71218/coverorgin.jpg?v=94ccca00baeff7a85ad398892a3bba1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Out Of The Blue.
Valeria Monroe has spent her life chasing perfection- top grades, a flawless reputation, and a future meticulously planned by her parents. Nothing has ever distracted her from success. Until now. A chance discovery threatens to shatter the pristine world she's built and suddenly, the truth feels more dangerous than a lie./0/45913/coverorgin.jpg?v=91bd01abc6cc1f481639348a39a28787&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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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./0/86146/coverorgin.jpg?v=962b3291efcb4a33c080496d2896476f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Bet, Her Ruin, Their Reckoning
The icy water stole my breath, a final, burning cold consuming me as I sank into the dark lake. The last thing I saw was my Harvard acceptance letter, a cruel joke on the grass. Yesterday, that letter was everything, the key to saving my brother, Liam. But that was before Noah Vance, the school bully, destroyed my life. It began with his chilling "mind-reading" trick. He cornered me before the exams, his smirk unwavering as he revealed things only I knew, like Liam' s urgent need for a bone marrow transplant and our family' s crushing medical debt. He proposed a bet: if he got into an Ivy League, I' d be his personal assistant for three months. If not, he' d pay for Liam' s surgery. Desperate, I agreed. I aced my exams, and the call from Harvard brought a wave of relief. Then I saw the public scoreboard: my perfect score, and right below it, Noah Vance, with the exact same perfect score. It was impossible. He and his friends dragged me into the shadows. "Looks like I won," he sneered, his face inches from mine. There was no money for Liam; only the bet. They held me down. They broke me. Not just my spirit, but my body. The next days were a blur of pain and shame. I couldn' t tell anyone. Then the hospital called: Liam had a complication, an infection. Without funds, they couldn' t operate. He died two days later, and with him, a piece of me. I walked to the lake, the Harvard letter in hand, feeling nothing but a profound emptiness. How did Noah Vance, a slacker, get a perfect score? The water closed over my head. Then, I opened my eyes. I was in my bed, the sunlight streaming in. My best friend' s text buzzed on my phone: "You ready for the last day of hell before exams?" I was back. Back to the day before the bet, before everything. A cold smile spread across my face. This time, Noah Vance would not succeed./1/119889/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b5f905c8c208e3796add87770a4bdbb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE OTHER DAUGHTER
Two identical girls. One stolen future. When scholarship student Isabella arrives at Prestige University, she never expects to come face-to-face with Mirabella Jackson - the billionaire heiress who looks exactly like her. As rumors spread across campus, hidden secrets from eighteen years ago begin resurfacing. Caught between forbidden love, dangerous revenge plots, and the powerful family that may have stolen her life, Isabella must uncover the truth before hatred destroys everyone she cares about. But some secrets were buried for a reason. And some families are willing to kill to keep them hidden./0/9253/coverorgin.jpg?v=a57c423e89bcbf260d84f58bb4c353a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ruth Fielding in Moving Pictures; Or, Helping the Dormitory Fund
Ruth, Helen, and Tom watch a moving picture company film scenes near the Red Mill. As they watch, the starring actress, Hazel Gray, falls into the river and is swept downstream. Ruth and her friends rescue Miss Gray and take her to the Red Mill to recover. The next day, Ruth meets the producer, Mr. Hammond, who promises to read Ruth's scenario when she impulsively confides that she is planning to write one. Soon after the friends return to school, the East Dormitory burns and is a complete loss. All of the girls housed in that building, including Ruth and her friends, lose all of their possessions. It is soon learned that Dr. Tellingham allowed the insurance to lapse, and there is no money to rebuild the dormitory. In the meantime, Ruth submits her scenario to Mr. Hammond and is thrilled when he accepts it. After her scenario is accepted, Ruth gets a wonderful idea about how she can help the school raise money to rebuild the dormitory. In the Italian garden scenes, the seniors and juniors were used. Ruth calls a meeting of all of the students and suggests her idea of writing a moving picture scenario that will be filmed on the campus. The proceeds from the film would go towards rebuilding the dormitory. In this way, all of the girls would contribute to the fund, since they would be the extras in the film. This idea is met with enthusiasm, and Ruth soon gains Mr. Hammond's approval./0/6658/coverorgin.jpg?v=717998ed982ab5b157c07d49bc6b90d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Modern Religious Cults and Movements
First published in 1924, this title explores the schools of religious thought and practice that sprung up towards the end of the nineteenth century and at the start of the twentieth: sects, mystics and spiritualists, theological sciences and scientific theologies, personal philosophies, and a huge range of new trajectories of thought within the established forms of Western European Christianity. In particular, the author explores the numerous ways in which 'Eastern' religious traditions, or at least spiritual patterns deriving inspiration from the Orient, gained a foothold among seekers in the West at a time of optimism and belief in progress./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?/0/14445/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b1a78bff22c53b91f02f0a2877fe880&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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