How To Be The Best Third Wheel is now published as a Paperback & E-book by Wattpad Books! As a Wattpad reader, you can also now access the Original Edition for free and the Wattpad Books Published Edition here upon purchase. It's the last year of high school, and everything has changed . . . ***** After a summer spent in the Philippines, Lara Dela Cruz is eager to start her senior year and, most importantly, reunite with her three besties. But what she did not expect was to show up on the first day of school to all three of her friends now in relationships. Fighting for their attention, catching some new and confusing feelings for long-time frenemy James, and wading through the pressures of post-high-school plans all have Lara reeling. And to make matters worse, Lara's beautiful and untrustworthy cousin conveniently appears and wiggles her way right between her and James' budding relationship. Feeling like a third wheel in more ways than one, Lara must learn to accept that change is inevitable, love is complicated, and being the odd one out is sometimes where inner power is found. [[Word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover design by Jill Caldwell Wattys 2020 YA fiction Winner Wattpad Books Prize Winner

Falling in love with your best friend's brother is never a good thing, is it? Falling in love with both of your best friend's older brothers? That's even worse. *** Emma Branson has always harbored a crush on Mason Masterson, her best friend Jessie's so-called "brooding" older brother, but as Emma journeys through high school, she realizes it's the middle brother, Caleb, who has always been by her side, leaving Emma in quite possibly the worst love triangle of them all. A story of a group of childhood best friends that navigate the complexities of life, love, and the meaning of family. {Editor's pick, October 2021} ~60,000-70,000 words~ Content Warning: This story contains mild sexual content and strong language. Cover designed by Cil Ojumo

From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.

Copyright © Menamemoh™ 2018-2019 Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Melanin, muddy brown eyes - dark and warm - is the epitome that is Janan. Facing the predicament that's Ammar, who undervalues her hidden qualities and shuns her nature, she has to navigate through every page in her book that'll allow her to establish a truce between them. Or so she thought. When Ammar starts to warm up to her, Janan begins to harbour hope that their unorthodox marriage might just work out; but even destiny isn't that kind. When problems prop up, shaking the foundation of their already fragile marriage, one wonders if they will survive. ••• Janan Mahfud has never imagined herself the wife of her best friend's ex. Fate never really does warn you about such things.