Sugar McKenzie and August Wakefield couldn't be more different - Sugar, a meticulous, caring, but lonely paramedic and August, a charming former reality star still chasing his dream. But they've both closed themselves off emotionally from others...that is until they match with each other on a dating app. After a disastrous first date, the two agree to never see each other again, yet they both can't stop thinking about one another, and circumstances keep pulling them back into each other's lives. Are they the real answer each other dreams, or will they continue to go through their lives hiding behind walls, just faking it? _________________________________________________________________________________ • Second Draft • { Wattpairs Mentorship Challenge 2020: Second Place Winner } { Wattpad Chicklit Ambassador: Adulthood Reading List } { Romance Reads Contest 2019: First Place Late Lovers } { Best of Summer Awards 2018: Best in Show "ChickLit" Winner } { Best of Summer Awards 2018: Judge's Pick Winner } { Blossom Awards 2018: First Place "ChickLit" Winner } { Contemporary Romantics Award: #RomanticsAwards2022: Shortlist } { Wattpad NA Ambassador: Hold My Stilettos | August 22, 2022 } { Chicklit #26 rating on September 6, 2022 } { Enemies to friends to lovers #5 on September 18, 2022 } { Onlinedating #1 on September 5, 2023 } { Texttospeech #10 on May 13, 2024 } { Contemporary #10 on May 13, 2024 } ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Only on Wattpad. If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to (https://www.wattpad.com/story/115197023-fake-it). Thank you!

"I'm trying to complete my moms summer list from when she was in high school," I explain, and Ace snatches the paper out of my hand. I reach for it, but he holds it high above his head so I can't. I huff and cross my arms. His eyes scan the page and his lips purse. "Dev, everything on here is lame. Nothing requires actual adventure," he says, and I scoff. "What do you propose I do about that?" I snap, my lips curved into a smirk. Ace sighs and hands me back the paper. "I'll complete this list with you so aren't the loser doing it by yourself." He then comes closer to me so our faces are only inches apart and he continues, his voice husky. "But only if I get to pick what we do first."

[Completed] Textrovert(n.): a person who is expressive and funny in texts but shy in person. *Its 100% a dialogue story (texts and phone calls) except for the prologue and epilogue* Cover credit goes to @meha_k 2020

Text messages between anonymous and Winter. [COMPLETED] #8 - 28/2/16 (short story) #14 - 22/2/16 (short story)

[PUBLISHED UNDER POP FICTION, AN IMPRINT OF SUMMIT MEDIA] One competition, one man, twenty-five women, and a bet. Zachary Astor wanted to be the Bachelor for one purpose alone: to prove to his friends that he can ditch twenty-five women without ever looking back at any of them. But will he stand on to his words when he meets Julianne Grey, the only woman who seems to regret being in the competition? Despite what he thinks, Zachary will find his thoughts preoccupied by the weird, silent, and mysterious girl he keeps on giving a rose much to his own amazement and her disappointment.

Angelica Dalton never took up running and she doesn't like it when she has to run on high heels to save her life. She hates it when her dress gets ruined after getting kidnapped. But she just has to deal with it if she wants to stay alive. And she has to deal with Henry Bell, the man who calls himself her guardian and keeps too many secrets. What will the lovely Angelica Dalton do? Will she run, fight...or fall in love? Action mixed with humor and love gives His Lovely Ward, especially Angelica Dalton, its unique taste.

One perfect lie to make her problem go away. One man to make it all happen. One crazy family to make it difficult. One group of crazier friends for backup in case she needs grenades, knives, heels, dresses, and a great deal of attitude. Now, what would Chanty do?

One drunken day, Cassandra gets the proposal she can never refuse from the arrogant Philip Strindberg. Thrown into a marriage she never wanted in the first place, Cassandra will struggle on how to maintain her carefree attitude while trying to keep her cool whenever she is around her husband. Pranks, adventure, chores, and secrets will test their transient marriage. In the end, will there be a chance for their transient charade to become permanent?

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Oliver looked on amazed as his witch dipped a little backwards, his hand still had a light grip on her upper arm. To an onlooker it would seem like they were in the midst of a slow dance. Oliver kept on watching as her lips uplifted themselves into a pleased smile. Her nose crinkled as another snowflake joined the first one. Her one had stretched out to catch the shiny, multicolored cloud particles. Soon, her woolen cap also got decorated with snow. She sighed out a smokey breath with her eyes fluttering close in the bliss of this moment. And the sight took Oliver's breath away. 'You...,' Oliver mumbled, 'You look...' 'What?' Elli hummed closing her eyes, the smile was still there and so was her addictive bliss. Oliver didn't know his mouth had parted open slightly, he felt a thirst like never before engulfing his very being. 'You look...,' He tried again, a lump was forming in his throat. Hearts beat in rhythm and they beat together fast, it was as if they would keep it up like that until they could combust hand in hand. But Oliver forced himself to return back to reality. Getting a grip of himself, he finished his dangerous sentence finally. 'You look like Santa Claus!' Or what else? Oliver mentally chastised himself for even thinking of saying it aloud that she looked beautiful indeed, absolutely gorgeous, like an angel of mischief, a true witch - a white, beautiful one in that case. He couldn't risk saying all that to her and inflate her already oversize ego bag, he couldn't bear having her walk all over him in pride and... whatever. Elli gasped and stood straighter now, her outstretched hand in it's own accord landed straight on his chest, right over his heart in a - what was supposed be a punishing slap. Oliver hissed. 'This acidity!' *You're Still The One, Book 3* ~~It's difficult for them to be with each other, but then, it's also difficult for them to be without each other. ~~