"So... do you need a babysitter or not? "Yes, but not just any babysitter. I have two little sisters, so can you do their hair if they want you to?" "I can put their hair in pigtails." "You're hired." {Highest Ranking: #9 in Short Story} all rights reserved © the-booknook on wattpad

An anthology centered on the power, strength, weaknesses, fears, hopes, ambitious, prejudices, thoughts, secrets, and dreams of Filipino women from all walks of life.

(Completed) When two people who know loss meet, can they find a way to heal each other? Is a kiss just a kiss? Can a young girl bring them together? Winning entry for Wattpad Chicklit Writing Prompt #5. Ranked #1 Weekly Prompt. © 2018 Pseudoannie All rights reserved

Winner of the #ChickLit #WKLYPrompt contest week #9! So excited and grateful for all the reads and messages of congrats! :) <3 <3 <3 Maple is a lonely writer. Her imagination just might have finally cooked up the perfect man for her -but will she be able to compete with the fictional temptress she created for his affection? There's a love triangle brewing, but are three people really involved . . . or just one? And how will it all end up? Read on to find out!

"Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself." WINNER OF CHICKLIT PROMPT 8! (CC) Attrib. NonComm. ShareAlike Highest Rank: #497 in Short Story!

"I have seen the world from a broad range of perspectives, but the world's view of me never seems to change." These are my stories. A disorganized, growing collection of poems, prose, and impressions that tell the nonlinear journey of my early life romances and friendships, my travels, my thoughts and scant prayers... Here, I share unrelenting pieces of me.

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

When former beauty pageant queen, Ellie Wilde, hears of her grandmother's sickness, she's the first to offer to drive her to her chemotherapy. What she didn't know she was agreeing to was an obnoxiously cheerful blond boy somehow nudging his way into her life. ©iwearheelys, all rights reserved.

❝HELP HELP HELLLP!❞ ❝Hello, this is the Fine Apple market, and no, we are not an Apple knockoff store; how may I help you?❞ ❝Well, someone just stole my phone.❞ ❝Sorry, what?❞ ❝You asked how you could help me.❞ ❝...Oh.❞ ◽︎◾︎◽︎ in which a jittery workaholic who realizes she needs help and an antisocial beach bum who doesn't realize he needs help both find help. short story #22 copyright © 2016 by rosecoloredsoul. all rights reserved. cover by @robinwithouthoodie

"Is this seat taken?" "Yes, someone is sitting there." "Who?" "Not you." • At the golden age of five, Nathan Ackerman had developed a charming and patient personality. At the golden age of five, Lilian Burk had developed a sassy and caring personality. At the golden age of five, these two sat together on the bus. Credits: Cover- @quaddle