Immigration Stories

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION When her initiation into her college's History Club goes awry, Sol has to come face to face with Ethan-the cute guy whose house she just broke into. ***** Soledad Gutierrez, or Sol to her friends, decides to join the History Club at her Community college. However, this club is not like other clubs: they have an initiation process and a slew of other 'extracurricular activities.' In order to join the club, Sol must break into the oldest house in her small Californian town and steal one of their forks. The club members provide all the materials to break in; she just needs to take the utensil, take a selfie in the kitchen, and get out undetected-with the fork, of course. The problem is: Ethan Winston spots Sol in his grandparent's house, and he's determined to uncover the reason behind the break-in. However, both he and Sol are thrown for a loop when feelings begin to develop between them. And as Ethan becomes suspicious of the History Club, he and Sol get tangled in an adventure none of them were expecting. [[word count: 90,000-100,000 words]] [[Wattys 2019 Winner for Young Adult + Being Published by Wattpad Books in Fall 2020]]

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION. It only takes one moment to change your life forever . . . After her mother's deportation last year, all Soledad "Sol" Gutierrez wants is for her life to go back to normal. Everything's changed-new apartment, new school, new family dynamic-and Sol desperately wants to fit in. When she joins her community college's history club, it comes with an odd initiation process: break into Westray's oldest house and steal . . . a fork? There's just one problem: while the owners of the house aren't home, their grandson Ethan is, and when he catches Sol with her hand in the kitchen drawer, she barely escapes with the fork intact. This one chance encounter irrevocably alters her life, and Sol soon learns that sometimes fitting in isn't as important as being yourself-even if that's the hardest thing she's ever had to do.

Shanice Smith, a shy black woman with an aptitude for working and helping those around her. After finding employment in McGregor companies, she develops a soft spot for her very friendly and elderly white British boss who's like a father to her. But then, the said boss is retiring, and it's time for the son to step in. McGregor Jr just happens to be an arrogant, pompous, snarky and rude human with an accent to die for. From the first day he stepped foot in the company, he's made it his mission in life to torment and overwork his assistant. Despite the emotions he sparks in Nia, she detests him. Or maybe it's just a cover for her growing feelings. Working for him was no walk in the park. He works hard, and he demands the same from his employees, particularly his assistant. At first it was to get a reaction from her, but then it turned into something more. Along the line, she makes an enemy, one who just happens to hate everything she defines; a black person. Then something happens, and she has no one else to turn to but him. He might just turn out not to be as mean as she first thought. Throw in some trips, a pet, a kidnapping and an obnoxious younger sister who's hell bent on finding a romance where there's none. Or is there? Let's see how Shanice copes with him when she just can't stand his arrogant sexy arse. You will hate, and you will love. CEO/Assistant.. BWWM romance... Mild content/trigger warning: racial discrimination.

LANGUAGE OF LOVE 💌 by J Bvee ( Do read till the end! & this story will never disappoint you. trust me ❤) When Anika Tan Wei Ling, a media and communication student from Singapore with Indian-Chinese roots, lands a three-month documentary internship in Los Angeles, she thinks it's just another project. But LA has other plans. she never expected that a simple internship in LA would turn into the most unforgettable chapter of her life. Three months - that's all it took for her world to change. From the quiet boy who spoke through his eyes instead of words, to his cousin whose confidence hid a fragile heart, to a girl who carried the weight of unspoken memories, and a stranger she met by chance - one who made her question what love truly means. In the chaos of a foreign city, she found pieces of herself she never knew existed. Love. Fear. Joy. Heartbreak. Connection. Every moment felt like a language she was just beginning to learn. Because sometimes, the most beautiful stories are written in the spaces between words - and the people who teach us how to feel again. *** heads up, guys! To everyone who grew up in between cultures - to the ones who don't fully belong here or there, to those who speak one language but carry many roots in their blood - this story is for you. Anika's journey isn't just about falling in love; it's about finding the meaning of identity, belonging, and self-worth in a world that keeps asking, "Where are you really from?" If you've ever felt disconnected from your roots or curious about who you are beyond your passport - you'll see yourself in her story. Come feel, heal, and rediscover yourself through the Language of Love. 💌 - Jamira Bvee

My mother fled Somalia as soon as the war broke out. She left the land that held skies laden with views of the hidden night, and had seas a more pristine blue than anything I could imagine. She came to a foreign land where she was unwanted and unappreciated, and had to rebuild herself from scratch. And it was from this, that I learned to go into a lonely pursuit of excellence. [based on several true stories]

"If I take his hand, I will have everything" Shu Máe was born and raised in a small town in the outback of Australia, working and living in a local pub in the town, Máe tries to find a way out of her miserable life. One night, Máe finds someone spectacular but it's a short life. Can she find this spectacular person again or will he find her? Unexpected turns lead right to the arms of the man that bewitched the moment their hands touched. "Outback fairytale"

A new twist on an old American Tail! Rania, the Sixth Tinkerer, arrives in 1885 New York City with Craig Williams, Tyler Thorne, and Captain Jennifer Leeka, and they receive a huge surprise: they all have been transformed into mice! Of course, as it always turns out in their journeys, this isn't without purpose, as their help is required for Fievel Mousekewitz, separated from his Russian family by the influence of an interdimensional force. Somewhere out there is Fievel's lost family...and a danger that awaits Rania and her companions.

Elena Vasilakis, daughter of a renowned archaeologist and classical scholar who immigrated to the United States in the early 1950's, remembers a bedtime story her father used to tell her. He spoke of their ancient bloodline, stretching back through the centuries to a time when the gods walked among mortals in their homeland.

In the bustling city of Queens, two unexpected paths cross. Lily Jameson is faced with the task of unveiling a so-called "Spiderman" her father is convinced exists. She's doubtful such a superhero is a thing, but this all changes one unfortunate night...

What would the Vow look like if it starred a South Asian couple? Would it be like Jab Tak Hai Jaan? Or would it be entirely different? Let's find out! At 16, Jhanvi read The Sun Is Also A Star by Nicola Yoon. She'd sat down in her reading nook with mild-liners, sticky note tabs, and pens ready to annotate like the bookstagrammer she aspired to be. It was a quick read for her, but she paused when Yoon spoke about Koi No Yokan, the Japanese saying roughly translating to love at second sight - the feeling when you know you'll inevitability give your heart away to this person. The romantic in her beamed at the possibility. Jhanvi wondered who would evoke a sense so strong and intuitive. At 21, she met Farhan and she knew. Each moment they spent together, she could feel herself falling in love with him. At 24, she had their lives planned out. At 25, he fell into a coma. At 26, she was alone in New Brunswick.

Une flèche. Elle n'a aucun sens cette flèche. Toutes les flèches doivent pourtant bien avoir un sens, non ? Elles indiquent, elles pointent, elles désignent. Mais le sens de cette flèche là n'en a aucun - de sens. Elle n'indique rien, ne pointe sur rien, ne désigne rien. Elle est insensée.

I Think I Love Myself?! is a coming-of-age story told through a collection of journals about love, written by a first-generation immigrant and eldest daughter (the elusive N.R.M.). Each entry ladders back to the question we all wrestle with at some point: I love myself... well, I think I love myself?! Loving yourself sounds obvious. We're told to love others as we love ourselves, but love is a question mark and an exclamation point, sometimes at the same time. Each journal in my larger collection captures a conversation with every version of myself (past and present), from 14 year old me to 29 year old me. Chapter Outline: 1. Genesis 2. High School Years 3. Undergraduate Years 4. Postgraduate Years 5. Mid-to-late 20s

Decades of poems born from confusion and insecurity. Written through the intensity of doubt, self-sabotage, addiction, and limiting beliefs I have now overcome as I enter my third decade. I turned fifteen amid major shifts: moving unexpectedly from Southeast Asia to the West, and death of my father shortly after. This loss, this shock, this confusion shaped my identity for many years. Although melancholic, these pieces trace the edges of self-awareness and healing. This is a tribute to my younger self, who discovered herself through these words and released the weight of loss and trauma.

She moved in with a suitcase full of spices. He didn't think anyone could rearrange his kitchen-or his heart. "You want real tea?" she said. "Let the master show you how it's done." --- Sparks fly when a Desi academic takes on a Midwestern rancher-one cup at a time.

Epitaphs: 'just not to ask myself: who am I now' Goran Simic's Immigrant Blues 'speak your secret in secret; and to truth: never withhold what you know lest you Harden the truth in a lie' Pablo Neruda's The Truth This cycle of poems is a response to my parents and grandparents; immigration and being 'dis-placed' as a person. Salvation (published a Giegenertanz), The Beaverbrae & Benalto (published as Benalto Road) were part of a Diaspora Dialogues anthology (with mentoring by Molly Peacock) in 2009.

My story is about a teenage girl named Ingrid 'Ida' that goes through the Holocaust and deals with the grief of losing her family for the rest of her life and sees more historical events in a new light THIS FIRST PART IS WINNER OF A Scholastic Art and Writing Society GOLDEN KEY AWARD FOR MY REGION.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a husband." Wait, that's not quite right. Malak, for one thing, does not have a good fortune, at least not the finanial kind. Still, she always felt like she had it all, though some would argue that point, especially distant relatives. But she just made tenure, upgraded to Yamaha bike with that bonus check, and most importantly, the adoption process has been finalized and she was the proud mother of the 15 year old Noor, after fostering for five years. But most people back home, all they can see is a established but single Muslim woman in her 30s in desperate need of a man, who doesn't put enough effort to get married, and selfishly chose to have a child on her own. Over the years, she's avoided potential blind dates like cooked meat on Eid morning, but deep down, she wasn't sure she could get past her belief that love and marriage weren't in her 'qadar' file. Still, nothing is ever as it seems, and when it comes to love, Malak knows better than most, that it is best not to be blind.

I missed you." She whispers sounding nervous, her hand clutching my jacket sleeve. I turn to face her. And for a slight second I'm memorized by her beauty, by her light, until I remember why she is not mine. "You missed me?" I struggle not to show my anger, to contain my sneer. "You didn't miss me, Grace. You miss who I was to you." Her hand falls from my sleeve. I try not wince, instead I smirk, "What happened? He got tired of you, or was he replaced by someone else? Are you on the lookout for a new distraction? Isn't that what I was to you?" Her face falls and the look in her eyes peirces my heart. She looked pained. How could I still care for her? Pic credits to owner.

She's alone in the Old Union, and soft-spoken black man offers to help. What secrets is his family hiding? The United States of America has been split in two, and Susan wants to run away from her boring life in Texas. She gets separated from her lover at an ICE checkpoint, and now she is an illegal alien all alone in an unfamiliar city. Should she trust the people she meet or try to find her way back to Texas? This story is completed and I'll be posting one section per week into 2019!

The scariest part of loving the same gender is when they end up being with the opposite gender after you. Like you were just a phase, a fleeting moment, a memory that can be easily replaced by that person. The love you both cherished could simply be a chapter in their book that wasn't meant to be written until the end. Kasi paano ka ba naman makakalaban kung ang ka-kompetisiyahan mo na ay isang lalaki? One that can man enough to create a family with you and marry you under the eyes and blessings of God in the church without any injustices and disapprovals from your own family and the society you live in? But I don't dare to think that. I don't want to have that mindset. Kung tatanungin mo ako: bakit babae? Bakit pa, kung kaya mo ring mag-mahal ng lalaki? Well, there's just one answer to that for me. Because there was this one girl before. And my heart has burned for her ever since. - 10 years after leaving the Philippines to live an independent and grueling life in New York, Elijah Menendez is compelled to come back in the country when her first love rushes back into her life through yet again another punch into her weak heart-a wedding invitation.