Arvi has just returned from the UK after six tedious years, two of which she had not even visited home. A lot of things seem to have changed on the surface. Her younger brother was going to go off to college and her older brother was getting married. A lot of things did change. She was going to start working under her dad. She is ready for all this, she knew when she chose to leave her home that a lot of things would change, what she wasn't ready for, was her father's request, her grandparents' wishes, and marriage. She had mentally prepared herself for the change in existing relationships and welcoming new members into the family. She had not in her wildest dreams thought of a possibility of being welcomed into another family.

Meet Zoya Haider , a young woman with a huge heart, an irrepressible spirit, huge ass insecurities. and a few little secrets : Secrets that she pledged never to tell . Because that's what secrets are for. Until she sits on a flight to Islamabad, reluctantly to attend the wedding which she was lowkey avoiding. And during a slight turbulence which didn't feel slight to her-nervous-flyer-self, she founds herself spilling the secrets (she thought was going to take to her grave) to a handsome but a rude stranger on a plane. Why are handsome men , such jerks? A question which Zoya pounders upon while she sits with him spilling her guts out. He was a stranger. He was supposed to be a stranger...Until she comes face-to-face with him on the wedding she didn't want to attend. Just her luck the handsome jerk who knows more about her than her parents and friends combined is none other than Irtaza Haider Awan . The groom's cousin, come best friend, aka the best man if there was any in desi weddings. A man who knows every single humiliating detail about her. What happens when she have to spend two weeks and look at him knowing he know stupid stuff about her? What happens when her insecurities are slapped in her face by none other than the person she told them to ? How is supposed to recover when all her secrets come out? Join Zoya and Irtaza as they attend a wedding they both were avoiding . Only to find that it wasn't bad at all? Or was it ? URDU TRANSLATIONS AVAILABLE

Seoul, a bustling metropolis of 9.7 million inhabitants. How difficult is it to find one? Maybe all it takes is coffee, courage, and one rainy night. Seollal is an aspiring writer who teaches English in the day. Kazu is a café owner whose business has suffered the brunt of lockdowns. When one rainy night brings them closer together, they find they share more similarities than they realised. Featured on: Wattpad - Fresh Reads 4 Nov 2021 Wattpad and Wattpad Explorer - Editor's Choice 20 Nov 2021 Wattpad MultiCultural - November Reads of the Month! Wattpad Asian Fiction - From Me to You ~ Published 22 June 2021. Completed 24 December 2021. Copyright © 2022. joiehasnolimits/Joie Y. All rights reserved.

Tuesday lives with her aunt after the death of her mother in a car accident following remission from cancer. Angry at the world, she rebels against her guardian, her education and her nervous peers, and it isn't until she meets Max (with his own burdens to bear) that she begins to learn how to navigate the tumultuous waters of college, friendship and love once more. ★ WATTYS 2019 WINNER: Young Adult ★ ★ 3 TIMES FEATURED: Homepage banner & Wattpad Picks, Editors' Choice x2 ★ ★ 1ST PLACE TEEN FICTION: The Constellation Awards 2018 ★ ★ 2ND PLACE GEN FICTION: The Rising Star Awards 2018 ★ ★ 2ND PLACE TEEN FICTION: The Annual Medley Awards 2018 ★

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

Waverly Davidson would rather be lost in a book than helping her mom plan weddings all summer. Stephen Davis would cut off his right arm if it would get him away from his mom and future stepfather. When their paths cross at a festival there's an undeniable instant attraction between them, but none if it matters when Waverly finds out Stephen had been lying to her the whole night. Waverly might not give second chances, but Stephen doesn't back down easily and he's determined to win her over. Even if it takes all summer.

~Highest Rank #60 in humor~ ~#3 in death and life~ Sixteen year old Genevieve Kaelin considers herself a loner, neither a misanthrope nor a deviant. She has simply lost her connection to people and can not get it back as long as she is still the host for rare syndromes. In a town as small as Granville, the news of her disease spread like wild fire before the doctor even announced to her family. People of Granville can be sympathetic, however, they have the ability to avoid Genevieve like a plague, as if her illness is contagious. So what's the point of trying to fit into society when she knows how feeble her heart gets when she feels everything too much? That is until she meets the shining beacon for the recklessly chaotic, Gray Easton. Who says you can only find love in a coffee shop? On an autumnal night, Genevieve walks into a tattoo parlour with her twin sister to get a tattoo and break the chain of being the angel and goodie two shoes. There's one thing they have in common - almost. Gray can't feel. He claims he has a paper heart but perhaps, words have emotion and if she were to write on his paper heart, he would feel something. Anything. Even if it's unending irritation of dealing with Genevieve's perks and need to be a sinner. But is she willing to risk her life and heart for him to feel love? Cover by @destrction Unedited. ~ ~ In which a girl with three deathly syndromes triggered by strong emotions falls in love with me, Gray Easton, the paper heart activist. Note: This book raises awareness on religion, mental health, bullying, people of color, rare syndromes and gender equality.

"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

Formerly known as We The Young / Vera, a singer held back by her size, and Ashton, a songwriter looking to stop failing himself, team up to achieve their dreams by forming the greatest rock band of our time. *** Vera has always dreamt of being a singer, but is held back by her judgmental mother, a former singer herself who shames Vera for her size. Ashton is no longer afraid of letting his parents down, and when he meets Vera he realizes that with her voice and his songs maybe he can stop being a disappointment to himself. Together, they set out to become the best rock band of our time because We, The Young have sh*t to say. ©2018-present marianna leal / hubrism. This body of work is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen and you may be at risk of malware. Please notify the original author. #1 in Positivity 05/02/2020 Wattys 2020 Young Adult Winner

Jade Harris needs money for college. Nolan Chambers needs a ticket out of Bellcreek. The unlikely pair come together to fool their classmates into thinking they're a love sick couple to obtain the grand prize for prom king and queen-a college scholarship and a trip to Europe. It'd be easy if everyone didn't think Jade cheated on her ex. It'd be even easier if Nolan wasn't an unbearable grump. Regardless of the odds being against them they don't give up, desperate to win the prize. Or maybe there's something else keeping them from throwing in the towel... TW: Death of a parent, slut shaming