My qualifications for writing this book: I achieved a score of 34 (out of 36) on the English portion of my ACT. The National average for the English portion is about 20.3 out of 36. I think those statistics speak for themselves.
I also completed the Advanced Placement course for Language and Composition with an exam score of 4 (out of 5) and my essays typically scored a 7 or 8 out of 9, in class.
As I've noticed by reading, a lot (alot is not a word) of Wattpad writers misspell, misuse and
misinterpret words and writing tools. This book is a guide for anyone who isn't
sure of how to word, spell or use something in their writing. This is partially
directed at the writers of the stories I read.
This book was meant to have no intention of coming off as
rude or smart-alecky, it's just meant as a guide and a suggestion book, because,
let's be honest, if something is missing punctuation, correct spelling or
correct grammar, it makes the good story hard to read.
By the way: the sentence on the cover reads, "You're going over there because the bag they have is yours and not theirs and they're not going to be home tomorrow." If you didn't catch on, it properly uses the homophones 'your', 'you're', 'there', 'their' and 'they're'.
''Let me help you, ma'am,'' a man who was probably the flight attendant said. Damn. Ryerson Reeds even had handsome flight attendants. The man stooped a bit, leaning close to her and taking the seatbelt from her hands. He was holding eye contact and Lyla felt herself grow amused as she stared back at him. He was going to start buckling her up before someone cleared their throat loudly. They both looked up to meet Reeds' blue-green eyes.
''I think I can help my wife, thank you,'' he said. Lyla's eyebrows shot up. The dude barely talked to her and he was already getting possessive? How does that even add up? Reeds stopped taking the two parts of the seat belt in his hands, ''you couldn't do this without help?'' he muttered to her savagely. Lyla glared at him, before he could even get the belt close to her she took it from his hands and snapped it in the right place. She gave him a sickly sweet smile and Reeds simply scoffed and walked to his seat. The rest of the plane ride was quiet. One would think after that small exchange they would start having some kind of conversation. Wrong.
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This isn't a cliche story where the girl falls for the guy by a simply little gaze. She's stubborn, she's maybe a little relatable, and she's assertive. But she didn't think she was for him. Lyla Vell; the name itself oozed the confidence which was her, and Ryersoon Reeds? Two words to describe him: Arrogant and plain painful. And when these two personalities are in an arranged marriage. Shit about to go down.
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This is my first Wattpad story. Hope you'll like it!
This entire story is NOT mature. Only the last few chapters are and you can still finish the plot without reading those few mature chapters. For those who are hesitant to read the story because it is tagged mature, I'm promising you only the last few chapters are mature, you can read chapters 1-19 without any disturbance of smut. That was for those who're hesitant.
Love you.
DON'T COPY MY WORK!