Now a series by Mediacorp. Watch the episodes anywhere in world on meWATCH's Youtube channel. Keeley accidentally swaps cell phones with a rivaling high school's star quarterback. Unable to switch back until a week later, she must interact with the arrogant boy, passing along texts and voicemails. As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than sexual innuendos and egotistical comments. But when identities are revealed and secrets are exposed, will Keeley's feelings remain? Available in bookstores now! Look for it under its new title, TEXTROVERT.

I can be likable. I can be very likable. If I wanted to. They wouldn't know that I have a dimple on my left cheek. I only smile when I'm happy. They wouldn't know that I have blue eyes. They're only blue when I'm happy. And let me tell you, they haven't been blue in a long time.

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. ~~

[ A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY ] → #2 in Teen Fiction ••• ❝You're frowning,❞ he murmured, tapping his forefinger on one corner of her mouth. ❝I hate it when you frown. It makes me want to tear to pieces whatever has upset you.❞ ❝Then tear down that armour, Asa,❞ she told him, leaning her face into his palm because it was starting to feel like home and it terrified her, but also brought her peace. ❝Tear away that outer skin and wear the one you were born with like its gold, because it is.❞ She brought up her free hand to cover his one that was holding her face. ❝Because right now, that is what's upsetting me.❞ ••• In which Asa San Román, popular swimming champion of Reichenbach High, is afraid his looks are all that he'll be liked for... but then meets Carmen West, the girl with midnight hair and thundercloud eyes, who reminds him that beauty is soul-deep instead. ••• **Please note that only half the book is currently available on Wattpad. Chapter 39 onwards is unpublished due to copyright reasons now that TYE is an officially published paperback & ebook**

Sylva lives her life in constant fear of death: not her own fear, but that of the people around her. Frail and afflicted with a variety of different illnesses, she spends most of her time in bed at home, majority of it with her best friend, Marcus, and her parents. Every night, one of them sleeps with her. They never told her so, but they're scared that when they wake up, she won't wake with them. Sylva knows she is dying. She has grown used to the idea of it. But will she have to leave without getting what she's always wanted? Will she let her love for her friend keep her from living the best life she could hope for?