"Floral, Marble, Wooden, Textured or Prints. Oh! Maybe I could do the the solids colours. Pastels or Brights. But will it go with the lightening. And what kind of furniture to incorporate- modern or maybe rustic." She throws all her stuff down the table. "God!! I am such a mess." She yells. Fresh college graduate, Ariella Campbell had everything handed to her by her parent and sister. Now, she is no more under their shadows. Having joined an internship program at one of most renowned Interior Designing firm which offers a job opportunity at the end; Ariella is hellbent to have it. Follow her struggling between designing, paying bills and feeding herself. Further; adding sugar and spice and complicating her already complicated life, she is juggling between boys. ************ A original work by @subconsicous_bitch Second place - Chicklit/ Humor in 'The Rainbow Awards' by @XX_Flying_Pandas_XX Third place - Chicklit in 'The Flames Awards' by @BGCommunity

"Do you think it's the money?" Jules asks, keenly staring at Metisha and I. "I think it's the fame," Metisha answers, taking another slice of cake with a look of disinterest in her eyes. "I think it's both," I say, in a tone of finality that makes the girls turn to look at me. ***** Metisha Thompson, Jules Lee and Margot Johns. All in their mid-thirties, these women have what is desired by many but only gotten by few: Money, fame, beauty, you name it! However, there is a saying that 'You can't have it all'. In the lives of these beauties, this is proven correct as their love life is basically a disaster! Relationships, no matter how hard they try, don't seem to work for them. Even the society has branded them as rich and famous but without a partner; claiming it is not possible for a woman with so much affluence, popularity and beauty to find true love... Will this saying hold true till the end for these women? Or Will their hearts finally find dwelling places? Find out in this emotion-draining, fun-giving, eyeball-widening novel...

(Temporarily on hold) Love letters are a way of phoneless teens to ask for nudes or at least that's what Pierson Carmichael thinks when she receives on at the end of her senior year in high school. Pierson Carmicheal was the Crest Valley High Bad girl as she was known for her short temper, bluntness, and cold heart. She aimed for her college life to be different, she no longer wanted to be defined by her anger issues and high school life. So when a boy she barely remembers from her high school life is found sneaking around in her dorm room at night, she woke up to a shocking awakening. Red Austen is weird, it's what his parents, school mates, friends, and what basically everyone calls him. He smiles a lot, makes dumb jokes, has a weird obsession with Star Wars and knows for a fact that he's not in Pierson's league. So when he decided to write her a letter in senior year, he didn't address his name, also thinking that he would never see her again... That was until college arrived. . . . The undiscovered awards - 3rd Place Romance winner 🥉 The Prosperity awards - 1st Place New Adult winner 🥇 The twilight awards - Runner up romance🏅 The skies the limit - 1st Place Romance winner🥇 The High Peak awards - 3rd Place Romance winner🥉 The imperial awards - Honorable mention🎖 The Creators Choice awards - 1st Place Romance winner🥇 The Aspirants Awards -1st Place Young Adult winner 🥇 The Magical Awards - 2nd Place romance winner🥈 The Summer Bummer Awards - 3rd Place winner 🥉

She was confused, he never accepted refuse. She was bounded in a social tie, he was like the open sky. She was like a bird caged up high, he taught her to fly. Life was meaningless for her, he showed the beauty of life to her. She didn't let anyone close to her heart, no matter what, he never did depart. She was his cure, this he was sure. What else can she do, other than surrender, he made her life blossom like a lavender. what else can be said about their love? She was the point of reference, he was biased... Accompany Zaala and Sabil in their journey of pure, innocent and everlasting blooming love... Do not copy my work. You have a more creative brain than doing that. ©MushuShaikh.