Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

While she was busy telling me what love is, I was determined to show her what love isn't... **** WARNING - This is male lead's POV of the story Love Is... So don't read this one before reading Love Is... as this is a complete spoiler and won't let you enjoy both the stories.

"I... I'm scared of falling..." she whispered, looking into my eyes. It was like she wanted to say something more but stopped herself. "I won't let you fall... alone." I smiled when I saw her smile at what I said. But little did I know that what I said to her was true. She didn't fall alone; I was the one falling with her. ***************************** I am Keith Warren, a self proclaimed player and this is my journey. Thank you, @KitellaMash for the cover! :) <3

'A boy is lucky if he is a girl's first love; and a girl is luckier if she is a boy's last love.' A short story about friendship, love and not losing hope. ************ Highly cliche & cheesy story. Go on and read; you'll like it if you're a romantic. :D

Ever since he was left heartbroken by his ex-fiancée, merely a month before their wedding, Josh Stark prefers to stay away from anything and everything related to weddings. But as bad luck would have it, he is asked to be the best man on his best friend's big day. Being the odd one in the perfect Kapur clan, Amara Kapur plans to prove that she is not as odd as they think she is. And she plans to do exactly that during her brother's wedding celebrations. Throw in Josh Stark and a wedding together, you ought to get a mess. Throw in Amara with them, the mess just gets oddly perfect. - Spin off of 'And We Meet Again'.

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')