[NOTE: This book was written in 2010, a time of long-distance phone cards, weight-loss obsessions, and searching for a man as a solution to life's problems-what a messy time to be alive! In other words, I hope you enjoy this throwback, and while this book does end on a cliffhanger of sorts, the sequel addresses any unanswered questions (which is hopefully fair, given that book 1 is free, ya know?] An awkward family homecoming at Christmas. A humiliating public weigh-in, with two judging parents as the audience. The announcement of a deadline for arranged marriage doom. And that's just the first two chapters. In "Year of the Chick," Romi Narindra must find love before her parents find her a husband. Easy to say, less easy to live through, as this book takes you deep inside "awkward Indian living in the West." To escape her fate, Romi wades through the waters of secret-dating, where self-consciousness is at an all-time high, and experience at an all-time low. It's the sort of thing that would turn almost anyone into a man-crazy freak with romance tunnel-vision, and that's exactly what ends up happening. All the while, a lack of inspiration in her corporate job leads Romi to her love of writing, in what quickly becomes a man-quest play-by-play. From whiskey-breath scum bags to uni-brow creeps and everything in between, Romi and her wingmen come up empty time after time. And that's when she meets a fellow writer. On the Internet. So will it be arranged marriage doom, or an Internet affair that's not as creepy as "To Catch a Predator"? Time will tell in the "year of the chick," a twelve-month quest to find love. Tick-tock. --------------------------------------------- "Year of the Chick" is book one of a series, and book two is available at Amazon! LENGTH: 75,000 words or 285 pages DISCLAIMER: this book contains profanities, blunt accounts of the dating scene, and many awkward family moments. Enjoy!

(Trailer available in the external link.) A twisted fairytale: How far would you go to get your perfect fairytale ending? The prince had managed to find the strange, ethereally beautiful girl who'd fled from that fateful Coronation Ball, with only a single glass slipper left behind as a clue. But what did Cinderella do after she got her Happily Ever-After? She did get it, didn't she? Rae Wyman dreams of a girl, every night. She haunts him with her mellifluous voice, her mesmerizing eyes and her small, arcane smiles, making him yearn for her even though he's never seen her before in his life. Yet there's a strange feeling blossoming inside him every day, a feeling which he can't describe, growing so wild and restless that he doesn't know where his sanity went. Why does it feel like... ...she'd known his weakest point? And had used it to destroy him to a million little pieces? "If I try to touch her, And I bleed, I bleed, And I breathe, I breathe no more." (Evanescence, Breathe No More.) Note: This story is NOT horror and certainly NOT Gothic...well, maybe a little Gothic. :) [ His Evil Cinderella Copyright © Saleha Kamran Afzal 2015] ........................................................................................................................... <Please don't be a silent reader. Every critique, comment, vote and read will be highly appreciated! So, what are you waiting for? CLICK that big orange button below! :D

Tragedies change people. That being said, it shouldn't come as a surprise that the accident changed Gemma. Anger problems seem like the only issue to her, but her father and evil step-mother see a lot more than that lying underneath. Unable to help her, they go to their last resort; they send her to Safe Haven, a summer camp for troubled teens. Haven is a place where misunderstood teenagers can realize their problems and work through them in a safe environment. At least, that's what Gemma thought. The first things that come are the notes. Each one is written with a specific message on it, targeting the accident that killed her best friend and blaming her. The next are the secrets; everyone has one. But does everyone have one about her? The threads start unraveling as Gemma searches for the person who's hurting her; the person who is trying to drive her insane. But the closer she comes to uncovering the secret, the closer she comes to realizing that not everyone is who they seem. Mystery #3 October 3rd, 2012 Watty Awards Mystery Finalist 2012 Cover by @captainmarvel165

What if it was your text message that was sent that caused a person to get in a car accident. Then you would be me, Annabelle Robinson. My life changed when my boyfriend, Emmett, was killed because he was reading a text that I sent him. They say that it wasn’t my fault, but I’m not sure that I believe them. I was the sender of that text message. If it wouldn’t have been for me, he would still be alive. So I moved. I had to escape everyone and their sympathy and questions. I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved to a new school, and that is when everything happened. I met Ryan, the school druggie and least respected kid. There was something about him. And that something got me into a lot of trouble…

So, I wrote these songs with my best friend. I just get these tunes or songs in my head-Poems set to music. I believe songs tell their own story, one that everyone can relate to. Not sure if people put songs on Wattpad, but I am anyways. - Im Erin, and I'm a complete clueless girl

"Cay, will you look at me?" I turned around and lifted my eyes to look into his. His arms were braced on the counter and he was looking at me sideways. The glow of the light coming from the living room and into the kitchen gave his face an otherworldly impression. I waited for him to continue. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Cay... Just so you know... I wanted to do it. Right there, a while ago. But you know why I couldn't, and why we shouldn't." There was a pain in my chest at his words. But I just gazed at him, unsure of what to say. He was right. It would be a mistake. And no matter how many times my weak heart and frail mind wanted him to kiss me, it would be selfish, not to mention immoral. In the end we would both regret it, and that would hurt the most. © rainthereader 2012 All Rights Reserved