Young Adult Books for Women
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Seventeen Again: The Day Everything Changed
I died peacefully in my eighties, only to shockingly wake up seventeen again, still in my childhood bedroom. It was college application day, and everything felt eerily familiar, especially my lifelong dream with best friend Jack and boyfriend Kevin: Princeton, shared dorms, and a future intertwined. But the comfort shattered an instant later. Kevin and Jack, my supposed "constants," calmly announced they were ditching the Ivy League. Their new plan? State University, staying local, all to "support" Brittany, the head cheerleader—a non-entity in my previous life—who claimed her family was in crisis. The betrayal hit like a physical blow. Suddenly, my meticulously organized SAT notes, the very tools of *my* ambition, were handed over to Brittany without a second thought. They paraded her scores, reveling in *her* success, while publicly dismissing my shock and mocking my sudden declaration of choosing UC Berkeley. At the graduation party, they treated Brittany like royalty, their arms around her, their attention solely hers, while I became an irrelevant outsider. The yearbook, a symbol of our unbreakable bond, bore their dismissive scrawls, cementing my abandonment. How could the boys who were my rocks, my future, obliterate *our* shared dream for someone they barely knew? Why did their chivalry translate into such a profound betrayal of me? The sheer injustice and confusion were a cold knot in my stomach. But I wouldn't let their misplaced heroism define me. No longer the girl who silently absorbed their choices, I clutched my Berkeley acceptance, booked a one-way flight, and definitively chose my own destiny. This time, I was playing for myself./0/22932/coverorgin.jpg?v=cff353857b94ddff7b099ca71aae428a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Endless Beauty
A girl named Callista used to be called ugly because of her scar in face. She is from a poor family and have a part time job to support her studies. She was bullied in school and try to kill herself because she was betray of someone. The woman save her life and help her to be a beautiful woman. She transferred to other schools. However, someone find out her identity. What will happen to her?/0/21959/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f24b56eb40efc34c016a7a0d5eab8e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Spyder Spook
Spurred by a childhood memory, Salander who's a genius hacker and uncompromising misfit, attempts to track down someone from her past, leading her to the Spider Society. She helps a group of hackers gain access into NSA servers, much to the fury of the agency's top cyber security agent, Edwin Needham./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./0/22284/coverorgin.jpg?v=04681611023a616464d7c7ccf714991d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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THE MASKED DEVIL
Terror descends on Mumbai as its female race is ruthlessly slaughtered one by one. There are no hints, no patterns, almost a perfect crime. Priya Mehra, a brave and astute IPS officer, is dispatched to apprehend the serial killer before it's too late. But she has no idea that the heinous murders will soon be linked to her past. Priya, accompanied by the handsome billionaire Neil Singhania and her rude but intelligent colleague Arjun Nair, must race against the clock before it's too late. _________________________________ "Why did you do this to us?" She asked while struggling to get out of his grip. Her eyes were red and swollen. He clenched her hair, tightly. "Revenge, darling," He looked like a maniac. Psychopath. "You are such a bastard. She will hunt you down," she shouted back at him, and just then he slit open her throat smoothly with a surgical knife. "I am waiting," he replied to her lifeless body and kept a vendetta mask near her which had 'Masked Devil' stamped on it. He had a burning desire for vengeance and now he was ready to play his game. _________________________________/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./0/24232/coverorgin.jpg?v=66ad241bea3ce08aaba288e1abdcfe92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE LINK TO LIGHT
The first installment in the, the light series. The Link To Light is a story that revolves around ---. It tells about Ifesinachi Uzonndu getting admission into the University of Pennsylvania via a scholarship program, and how this changes not just her life but that of those around her.. In life, one tends to meet with people of different backgrounds, cultures and even lifestyles, and this tends to shape our lives and maybe even destinies in the long run. This comes by way of influence where we influence and are influenced by people, but it is via wisdom that one is able to discern right and wrong influence. Such is the case with Ifes, she gets to meet with Mandy Parker and her squad of Friends who one could call well to do. They could be referred to as high class, but even with their wealth, there is this vacuum in their lives that money cannot fill. They go about living high and large in life, but on the inside, they are just empty bodies walking about.. Yo.... then comes into the picture and attempts to provide a filling ( by preaching the good news right??) for their seemingly empty lives. I wouldn't suffice to say it was a smooth ride because it wasn't. There were sudden stops at junctions,pot holes, engine failures, but at the end, one could say it was fulfilling. Although it was a case of winning some and losing some, at the tail end, satisfaction came from having being able to have reached someone. ./0/21961/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbbc08382be416253b4604cb1e3fc6a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Must Date The Bad Boy
“You are more exciting than I expected” Alex whispered behind me, his voice sending hot shivers down my spine and I gulped down on my saliva “W - w - what do you want from me?” I stammered while asking him the question, and he laughed out before turning me to face him “I want you, all of you. You will be my new toy” he said staring deep into my eyes and I could feel my heart beating fast. He did something I could never forget in my lifetime, something that would make the target of every girl present in the school, he took few steps away from me before drawing the attention of everyone present in the cafeteria. “Announcement everyone, starting from today, Katherine is my girl. No one is allowed to go near her or harm her, if you all have a problem with that come face me” with that he walked out of the cafeteria leaving me alone to face the glaring eyes of the ladies. Katherine Thrones is a good girl, great grades and amazing at everything she does, living her life as quiet as possible until one day she bumps into the shoulder of Alexander Walter the bad boy, a player, the troublemaker of the school, the one with bad grades and the captain of the football teams. What happens when Alexander decides to focus his attention on the quiet geek girl Katherine and make her into his play toy. Will Katherine fall victim to his trap or will the table be turned around/0/22286/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d73c7688255c1d97de8855ebcd6f71a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
To Be His Bodyguard
It's been years since Naya left the United States with tears, a broken heart and no father. But now, the President wants her back to protect his son, Tan and her first true love. This is her one chance at finding her father's killer and finally finding a home she can call her own. There is only one problem, she has to stay with Tan in his dorm room which has a no girls rule. Disguising herself as a boy and living with Tan thrusts her into a world of lies, more heartbreaks, secrets and drama./0/82635/coverorgin.jpg?v=68dff2a83966a63ed4779284833441e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Where Reality Ends
My SATs were today, the day that felt like it decided my entire future. But then my phone buzzed with an unknown number, displaying a chilling message: "DON'T TAKE THE EXAM!" It was Michael, my older brother, who'd vanished three years ago on the morning of his own SATs. Another warning followed: "THEY AREN'T WHO YOU THINK." Suddenly, my parents' overly cheerful demeanor felt sinister, their familiar faces hiding subtle, unsettling changes. My dad wore his wedding ring on the wrong hand, and my mom' s distinct scar was now on the opposite brow. Every word they spoke, every gesture, screamed that something was terribly wrong. When I finally tried to escape, a long-time family friend, Ethan, ambushed me with a devastating truth: Michael was dead. He claimed it was suicide, and that I was suffering from a severe PTSD-induced dissociative episode, hallucinating everything. My heart pounded as I watched a video of Michael' s funeral, my phone now empty of all his warnings. Was I crazy? Was this elaborate nightmare all in my head, a cruel trick of my own mind? But then, a specific, unspoken childhood promise between Michael and me-a secret about a monster and a particular trip-failed to match. That's when I knew: This "recovery" was another layer of control, a sophisticated simulation orchestrated by the very person pretending to help. I wouldn't let him win./0/21639/coverorgin.jpg?v=390f377ae4df8cd57ce63736502fb0af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Player Next Door
After having her heart broken by her childhood friend turned boyfriend, Rylie Myers was convinced that love wasn't for her. The arrival of Blake Weston, a hot teen model and playboy who coincidentally turned out to be her new next door neighbor only added to her conviction that all boys were the same. After getting off on a bad foot, a feud ensued between the two with no particular end in sight. Things however took a turn when they accidentally shared a kiss. Both Rylie and Blake were determined to put the incident behind them until circumstances forced them to keep up a charade that involved them being something more than enemies. As fake feelings gradually become real, will Rylie fall for the player next door? Or is she just in for another heartbreak?/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./0/3470/coverorgin.jpg?v=c173e6ef94aae52d5497f12b71870aa4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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From Nerd To NovaCorp Heir
I was just Ethan Miller, the quiet coder, dreaming of a tech internship and a shot with Brittany Hayes. Then the internship list dropped. Her boyfriend Chad made it, I didn't. Hours later, the school' s social media lit up: a "Loser List" poll, and I was "Biggest Nerd," number one. My private DMs, every awkward, hopeful word asking Brittany to prom, were instantly plastered school-wide. Laughter and pointed fingers followed me, the burning humiliation a public execution of my dignity. Brittany had orchestrated it all. She' d played me for a fool, then falsely accused me of hacking, costing me my dream CS program and a suspension. The "Future Innovator" scholarship I was promised went to Chad. Why did she hate me so much, actively ruining my life and now targeting Sarah Jenkins, an innocent outcast I' d tried to help? But at prom, as Brittany "accidentally" spilled a drink on Sarah' s dress, something inside me snapped. The chauffeur opened the Maybach' s door; I stepped out in a custom Tom Ford tuxedo, my family' s security detail and stylist flanking me. "I'm Mark Miller's son," I whispered to a stunned Sarah. "NovaCorp. Time for an upgrade."/0/7364/coverorgin.jpg?v=9620803981a63a706d12996e78187950&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Onlooker in France 1917-1919
Sir, William Newenham Montague Orpen, KBE (1878-1931) was an Irish-born British portrait painter. He studied art at the Metropolitan School and at the Slade School in London where, at the time, great emphasis was put on the study of old masters. He was a fine draughtsman and a popular painter of the well-to-do in the period leading up to World War I. Orpen was made an official war painter of the First World War and in 1917 he travelled to the Western Front. He produced drawings and paintings of privates, dead soldiers and German prisoners of war along with official portraits of generals and politicians. (Excerpt from Goodreads)/1/116379/coverorgin.jpg?v=cabaf1bad7d55a752b6ad195a65a3262&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tying Her Laces: The Devil's Submission
I thought surviving the elite academy's boot camp would be my biggest challenge, especially with my childhood nemesis, Julian Astor IV, suddenly back in my life. But the real nightmare started when my cabin mate, Blair, targeted me out of pure, toxic jealousy. Because Julian showed me secret, protective attention, Blair decided to destroy me. Right before a strict military formation, she stole my mandatory uniform belt. I was publicly humiliated by the ruthless instructor, forced to do grueling physical punishments in the freezing mud while the entire freshman class watched. But Blair didn't stop there. During a terrifying 2 AM night drill, she maliciously exposed my hidden snacks to the instructors. "Oh my god! Sloane is eating contraband during an emergency drill!" I was dragged out into the freezing cold to run endless laps. My muscles screamed in agony, and my lungs burned like swallowed glass. Through it all, Blair stood in the warm cabin, wearing a triumphant smirk. I was exhausted, freezing, and pushed to my absolute physical limits. Why was I being tortured and framed over a boy I claimed to hate? But I wasn't going to just lie down and let her ruin me. Noticing a tiny sliver of my stolen canvas belt peeking out of Blair's poorly latched locker, I wiped the mud from my pants. As the strict instructor marched in for the morning inspection, I stood perfectly still, ready to spring my trap./0/42405/coverorgin.jpg?v=97233dad0094ec8f3d17cbf4eef568ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cold As Ice Cubes
A boy with an ice-cold nature named Alizter made Morin curious to death. Why is that boy so closed off and so difficult to approach? Morin felt curious, she wanted to approach Alizter, but it wasn't as easy as she imagined. There is something going on with Alizter, and Morin wants to get to know that cold boy even more. Morin only hoped that she didn't go too far and make a mistake./1/123193/coverorgin.jpg?v=796ac251272f3fb25dc3143b6095a3a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling for my greatest Nemesis, Killian Blackwood
My wish was to get through college without being noticed, as a scholarship student who did not fit into the elite and flashy lifestyles of students here. That was my one goal, but I guess we don't always get what we want. I always wanted to fall in love with the hero, but instead, I got the villain, a charming devil. Brooding and dominant, he tested and pushed me to my limits. He was the only one to see through me with his cold gaze. I was not supposed to fall for him despite our past. I wasn't supposed to crave his touch, his presence, to feel him, but some things are just out of our control. In an elite school, full of polished students, dark deeds behind the walls, betrayals, secrets, and lies, I was meant to fall in love with the hero but instead got the fucking villain./0/39161/coverorgin.jpg?v=01402611400703ef8759d85c15f22c4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
