*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

once upon a time there was a hyper disney fangirl who called her friend, only to end up talking to a cynical world famous singer named lewis instead. rankings: short story 1 humor 1

|| 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

"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

"Hello, welcome to The Chess Player, how can I help you?" "Do you play chess? Because I want to check MATE with you." "You...what?" "I'm trying to practice pickup lines. And since this one is about chess, I thought the chess store was a good place to start." "Um, okay? Do you want to buy anything, or..." "Is grass purple?" "Is that a no?" all rights reserved © the-booknook on wattpad

Aubry Hill is a quiet girl with a scary past and even scarier future. Aiden Clark is a guy who is pissed off at the world because of the tragedies that seem to follow him around everywhere he goes. Both are similar in more ways than they know, and will soon find out just how deep their bond can actually go. What happens when Aubry asks Aiden for help? Will they just so happen to find happiness in each other or will they each be the source of the others demise? *TRIGGER WARNING contains mature content such as but not limited to: rape, drugs, abuse, alcohol, self harm* THIS BOOK IS NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON! LINK ON MY PROFILE! **due to copyright reasons, the ending chapters have been removed and are available in the published version of the book* *current cover by: Asteriakace* All rights reserved Do not copy this work

❝hey, sweet cheeks❞ ❝do i know you?❞ ❝damn, i'm offended after all we have been through❞ ❝wrong number?❞ ❝try stolen number, babe❞ in which a boy steals a girl's number from his friends phone. ________________________________ highest ranking: #eleven in short story lowercase intended

❝ello love❞ ❝how did you know british accents are my favorite?❞ ❝love, i know everything❞ ❝you even know how to charm the pants off a girl❞ ❝are you saying your pants are off?❞ in which a boy steals a girl's heart through text messages. ________________________________ sequel to stolen number highest ranking: #seventeen in short story lowercase intended

April Clover doesn't know what to think when Alexander Valdez shows up during fifth period Calculus. Instantly, her mind takes her to their chance encounter from the previous summer, and she finds herself drawn to this mystery boy. What happens when he decides to get involved with her the same way she wants to get involved with him, but soon discovers that there are secrets both of them want to hide...Secrets that may not stay so secret after they're through. "Hey-" "It's April," I say, crossing my arms. He knits in his eyebrows and takes out his phone, pulling up the calendar. "Really? Last time I checked it was November." I shake my head and roll my eyes. "No. April. As in my name. You asked for it, right?" He laughs out loud, "A little slow on the up-take there, aren't you?"