Sometimes, the one you have in your heart is not the one you have in your arms. --- "I love this book, it's perfect. I finished it in one sitting, I found it that good. One of the best and most beautifully crafted books I've ever read on Wattpad." - @LostForever011 "I usually don't read books with little details in the description, but this one intrigued me in ways I can't understand, and I absolutely loved it." - @Blu_Storm_Lyla "Ahh, it's intriguing! It's the first chapter and I'm already hooked." - @deedert "I loved this book so much. Every chapter had so much detailing. It had the audience twisting with emotions. I'm just so glad I took my time to read this amazing piece of work." - @HopeWorldJ "You twist words around your literary finger (pardon my odd metaphor) with such ease that it startles me pleasantly... consider myself swept off my feet!" - @DocendoDiscimus "Unbelievable how many times I've read this, and each time I fall in love with story even more." - @AhoneyQ "I love the humour in your stories, as always refreshing!" - @Olga_GOA |completed ❅ cover by @splendiferously ❅ all rights reserved|

*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

Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.

"We need to start from the beginning. We need to find out who actually did it." ••• Alexandra Black's new found perfect life turns upside down when her psychotic ex-boyfriend, literally, crashes into her life with his car. He wants her back, he'd kill anyone who comes between him and her, even if it was Alexandra herself. But, there's this bad boy already there in the picture, who just isn't ready to give Alexandra away so easily. Now now, this isn't the cliché story where the bad boy meets the good girl and they fall in love. This is Alexandra Black's story about how she cleared all the mess she's made in her life, while falling in love with the green eyed bad boy all the way. This is the story of the bad boy's Girl Next Door. ▪▪▪ "You think I'm ugly?" Cole asked, faking disbelief. "Now now, don't think of yourself as an ugly person. Think of yourself as a beautiful monkey." I said, smirking at him. Cole's green eyes sparkled. "I knew you were attract--wait, did you just call me a monkey?" He asked, this time really in real disbelief. ▪▪▪ "I'm not the girl next door, I'm the bitch across the road." Take your inner Nancy Drew with you, as you follow Alexandra through all of the ups and downs, while trying to seek for the truth. ▪▪▪ NOW COMPLETE Needs editing.

{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 }

Just like all those young girls that are dreaming of going abroad to become something great in future, Muna is not an exception. But what they don't know, is that things may not always go according to plan... It never does, anyway. There'll be drama, chaos, funny moments, heartbreak, love, and many other unplanned scenarios. There's no place you'll see a Nigerian and there won't be any of these. >>><<< Read on the struggles of a young Nigerian girl, who gets a scholarship abroad and prepares for her new life in America. Unfortunately, it doesn't last as long as she thought it would. There's a call she must respond to; something bad happened at home, and she must leave. But she's confused and afraid. Things will surely go wrong, choices would be made, but there's only one chance to save the person she loves most. Munachi is stuck in a triangle, but unlike others it's vertices are not the main points. Her triangle is not as simple as it looks.... Awesome cover by @nita4rever. Check her out, seriously. She's great! Achievements: #1 in General fiction, Ohana Awards 2019.

Music has powers. You just didn't know... Elena Murray thought she was just a little girl, who, like every other person, liked music as a source of entertainment. Little did she know that she was more than just a girl, and music was more than entertainment. It's power. It's her life. Now, faced with a lot of responsibilities, she must serve. As a servant. A soldier. An heir... "If you give me the keys to unlock Cherry's chords, I'll give myself to you." "I don't need to give you Cherry's chords to have you. I own you already." "You don't own me. No one owns me. Not even Mother." "Oh, she doesn't own you. At all. But this," he said moving closer to me and placing his hands on my waist, "This owns you." "The body's not mine. It's feelings do not concern me. I'm a servant, a soldier and I'll do as I am told. Cherry's chords. Now." I pushed him backwards, making him to hit the shelf behind him. "Feisty one. Just like old times. I see why the prince has an eye for you. But he can't get you. He won't. I will." "I have nothing to do with Lucas. I'm here for the chords, Edward. The chords!" As fast as lightning, he was close to me already, his familiar cologne was pleasing to me, as usual. But I can't feel that now. The Queen has given an order and it must be executed. Even if I end up killing him. Edward. My heart. "One condition, Elle. Spend the night with me."