Twitchy was his type, and he couldn't help twitching his fingers every now and then. What else was expected of the IT expert? He'd even made his name out of codes. He didn't mind. Love wasn't something that was supposed to be on his plate until she swung in, in his life and turned it upside down - literally. This time, yet again love wasn't what was supposed to be on his plate after the bygone. The woman he fell in love with already belonged to someone else. Friendship wasn't something he simply wanted to settle for; regardless of the matter that he knew that he couldn't have anything else. That made him twitchier. He knew that love was something that wasn't supposed to be in his fate because code numbers were not supposed to find partners. She was the dandelion amidst the stalks of grass that surrounded her. She was the breath of air, in the odour of muggy, slimy creepers. She was yellow in stretches of grey. She was someone, who'd been born herself out from that grey, and pulled her to become the dandelion of the grass. She was tipsy in her own world. She was the one who loved turning people's lives upside down. She loved metaphors of the greenery; she loved being called names of flowers. What else do you expect from a botanist? But one experience from the past had made her steer clear away from love. She winked at boys, flirted, had her own fun time staring at the hot bodies; which included one of her best friends too but love was something which she'd reduced to ashes as soon as they were placed on her plate. What happens when technology meets flora? What happens when twitchy meets tipsy? What would happen when Twilight and Dusk collide? They were yet to know. Highest Ranking: #39 in Chicklit Cover By: @ImaginatorAF

In and out. In and out. Step by step. Keep moving. This is all I think about. I feel empty since my perfect world crashed and burned. My mom died of cancer when I was twelve. A year later my father became a raging alcoholic. My brother became a party animal and a player. Sure he checked up on me, but never noticed the fake smile and the bruises under my make up. Behind that smile, Cass is broken. Behind the happy face, hides emotional scars. She is broken, abandoned, and bruised. She tells herself to keep moving, but her steps are slowing. She can't find a point to keep living until the boy next door peaks her interest. Can he help her find her true self again? Will he fill the missing parts of heart? Can she keep breathing in a world that is trying to suffocate her? THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK ON WATTPAD. YES, IT IS REALLY CRAPPY. I KNOW. WARNING: Contains scenes of self harm and suicidal tendencies. Also contains sexual scenes.

Anna has been in love with Seymour Harris ever since she met him in an elevator years ago. But Seymour, gorgeous, popular and wildly charming, has never given her a second glance. Until now.  When a tragic accident occurred, causing Seymor to go into a coma, Anna seems to be the only who is able to see his spirit. With the possibility of euthanasia hanging over his head, they must work together to save him from his predicament, especially before someone turns off the life support. This is a story of young love, heartbreak, and the search for hope when everything else seems to be lost.