{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

|| Highest Rank - #3 in Teen Fiction || Amanda thought she had found the love of her life. She had everything perfectly planned out; the university she would attend, the car she would drive, the house she would own, the place she would get married and even the money she would earn. Much to her dismay, all her plans went straight down the drain when she caught her golden boy in bed with someone else. She thinks she is the only person who feels absolutely devastated, but she is proven wrong when, one night, a certain bad boy knocks on her door. Now what could a six foot tall, arrogant jerk want from her? Isn't it obvious? He wants revenge. - Cover by @-belllawrites Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

"You are fired," he said, as my heart broke into tiny pieces. "No please sir, don't separate me from Imad. I beg of you," I pleaded in agony. What sins have I committed to deserve this? How can I stay without seeing the child I have been raising like my own for three years. Why is he doing this to me? ••• Layla put her whole life on hold to take care of a young boy named Imad. She has been taking care of him since he was a three years old. They share an unbreakable bond, he counts on her and she has made him her world. Ahmed Damari a tactless, cold hearted business man who has no time to waste and no space for affection. The uncle of the boy. He wants nothing to do with her but he just can't seem to stop thinking about her. What happens when two different worlds collide and when unwanted feelings thrive? Written By: Naila Ali [ Highest Ranked #1 in spiritual.✨] hi

Mak? Mak aku tak macam mak korang. Mak aku paling cantik paling baik dan paling celaka pernah aku kenal. Tapi aku sayang mak aku. Bapak? Entah. Mak kata masa aku lima bulan dalam perut dia, bapak aku mati. Aku Adam dan aku ada kisah nak diceritakan.

[Previously known as Mr Tengku VS Miss Flower] [Wattys Awards Winner 2016] Highest ranking: #1 in Romance #1 in Viral list -- "Saya tahu yang awak akan setuju jugak akhirnya untuk kahwin dengan saya," ujar Tengku Farhan. "Macam mana awak tahu?" Orked menyoal. Kedua tangannya disilangkan ke dada. Kaki Tengku Farhan mula melangkah merapati Orked. Bibirnya mengukir senyuman. "Sebab Mr Tengku hanya untuk Miss Flower." "Excuse me, Encik Tengku Farhan Mikail. Boleh ulang semula ayat gatal awak tu?" Orked buat muka jelek. Tengku Farhan ketawa. Suara tawanya memenuhi bilik itu. "Saya cuma cakap benda betul. So Cik Orked Dahlia, nampaknya mulai sekarang awak kena bersiap sedia untuk pegang title.." matanya memandang tepat ke anak mata Orked. "..Mrs Mikail." -- "Bunga Orkid mungkin akan layu satu hari nanti, tapi cinta saya pada Orked Dahlia akan mekar selamanya," - Tengku Farhan Mikail -- **This is the first time I wrote a story so cut me some slack. Permulaan cerita sedikit childish dan gaya penulisan agak weak but I promise it gets better afterwards please keep on reading you wont regret it, insyaallah** ©yurafwr, 2016 2017

Available in ebook version! ※ A gayboy and an emotional girl ※ Genre : Romance | Comedy | Coming-Of-Age ••••• To lure the gayboy is a big challenge for Shin Sookyung, especially when she is the kind of boyish type. STATUS: completed

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.