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Stay Afloat, My CEO!

Isla can barely keep her head above water: she’s an overworked, underpaid receptionist at a massive corporation, and she’s teaching late-night swimming lessons to make ends meet. One night, Isla discovers an unfamiliar man drowning in the pool, and she’s the only person present to save him–too bad he’s her boss and CEO, and he strictly forbids his employees from taking on extra work.

After a stressful rescue, Isla expects to be fired on the spot, when instead he asks her to be his private swim coach! At first she’s nervous, and frightened by his reputation for being ruthless and cold, but the more time they spend together, the more she realizes her perception of him could have been wrong.

Can she teach him to swim, when no one else has ever been able to help him conquer his fear? More importantly, who is the real Noah; the cold, stony business tycoon, or the thoughtful, trusting swim student? Isla better find out quickly, or BOTH her careers could sink!

Excerpt from the book:

After a much heated internal debate, I concluded that my CEO could only be a robot.

Noah Jung was a super rich, handsome, and intelligent machine. That was the only plausible explanation for his invincible existence. As his receptionist, there weren’t many opportunities for us to interact. But with a direct view of his office from my desk, I could even write a thesis on him.

In my three years at the Jung Group, he never missed a day of work. No sick days and no breaks. Ever. The only fuel he required was his expensive imported coffee. No sugar, no cream. Even his facial muscles had only three settings. A business smile for his clients. A straight face for his employees. And the faintest of frowns that meant the situation was beyond irreparable—someone was going to be fired.

It would have been tolerable, but the problem was… he expected the same kind of dedication from us. The overwork made us feel like we were one failed experiment away from turning into zombies.

But how would a robot understand the ways of humans? I suspected that he was truly unaware that we worked to live. And not the other way around.

A conformist by nature—rules were the love of his life. Anything was achievable if we kept by his standards. But what if one of us broke his rules? Unfortunately, none survived to tell the tale.

As a sane member of the human population, I should have known better than to take the risk. Breaking his rules was a cardinal sin. But I had no other choice. No, I didn’t sell off our secrets to our rival yacht company. Or add sugar to his favorite Jamaican coffee. But I did the one thing he hated the most.

I took up another job after work.

I was walking on eggshells, but I believed I had perfected my crime. Sharp at seven, I would shut my computer, exchange my nude heels for my white sneakers, and rush to the public pool to teach swimming. There were occasional run-ins with my colleagues and insistent dinner invites. But I always had an excuse ready. I’d successfully evaded their company but also kicked away my social life.

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When Night Falls

two shadows
at the edge of the world
gaze at the waning moons
yellow and blue

the leaves rustle
as the air carries
a broken whisper
will you go back?’

time stands still
silently observes
the burning eyes
longing to break the rules

over the ruins
too afraid to touch
a pale finger
traces an outline

a ray of sunlight
touches the skin
in a distant world
a book flutters close

over the promise
of another night 
the reader returns
and a shadow remains

National Poetry Month

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Love Of A Concubine

yards of silk
slide over youthful skin
a pale flower
yearning for affection
a melancholy fate

pots of wine
and a single cup
the snow falls 
a night ends again

a glimpse a day
a smile a week
a touch a fortnight
the youth passes
in solitude

wind blows
the fragrance of time
a wandering destiny
hopelessly wishes
for love in this lifetime

National Poetry Month

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Realm Of Memories

somewhere in our dreams
we loved
in the long lost pale moonlight
we searched for the soul
that existed in a different lifetime

when the bird tweets,
and the wind blows,
I hear you say my name
with a smile
I welcome you into my arms again

from the dusted pile of books
you pick up our story
and read about love
we experienced in our past life

if we were to cross the river of oblivion,
will you look back
to remember me?

National Poetry Month

If you were to change the order of the poem…will you choose a happy ending?
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Get Noticed on Wattpad: A Guide

Wattpad is amazing. And frustrating. You have just published a new book. Original, unique and worth every reader. But what? There are hardly 5 new views and an irritating lack of feedback.

And then you think: Is my writing my even worth it?

Yes! Yes, it is!

With over 80 million readers and writers, it’s easy to get lost in the flood of content on Wattpad. Some people get algorithim lucky and hit the right numbers in less time. But some of us have to work for it! And there’s nothing wrong in working hard to promote your work and let it shine.

PART 1: Let your book speak for itself.

Find the UNIQUENESS of your book:

No story is completely original. But that doesn’t mean all stories are cliche. Find one thing that differentiates your story from the rest. Is it a paranormal story where the demon is actually a babysitter? Or a teen fiction romance where bad boys are shy and baking is the major theme?

Use that and attract readers with the promise of a fictional world they have never read.


Short. To-the-point. And attention grabbing. Identify the selling point of your book and come up with a title that’ll truly reflect your story. Don’t be afraid to experiment with it in the initial stages. Change it often and observe which one boosted your reads!

Be ready to be judged by the BOOK COVER:

If it isn’t attractive, why will a reader click on the story among the other ten thousand options? Keep it simple, bold, and easy-to-read. Use a single font style, images with blank spaces, and elements that are true to your narrative.

Canva is a great free website to design covers. Or take help from your fellow writers in the Multimedia Club!

Don’t play hide and seek. Update REGULARLY.

Between a book with two chapters and a book with twenty chapters, which one will you pick? As a writer on a free website, readers can’t account you for no updates. So build their trust by updating regularly. Complete the books. And they will run to your next one!

Ahem…how about EDITING?

Yes, it’s a first draft. Not a published book. Then why bother to edit the grammar? No one expects a perfect chapter. But a clean and crisp chapter instantly wins you brownie points and a reader who will come back for the next one.

Use Grammarly for basic edits and maybe ask a friend for a second opinion. Or come back with fresh eyes and pick up all those typos! Clean chapter = happy readers.

Part 2: Advertise….but where?

You have covered the basics. But your book is still in some dark corner of Wattpad. This can’t go on. With time and effort, it can and it will hit thousands of readers. How?

Book Clubs & Writing Buddies:

You’re not alone in your journey. Won’t it be nice to pick up fellow writers and help each other out? Join an active book club and commit to it. Exchange feedback through comments. Gain traction on your work.

If your fellow writers like your work, they might promote it on their profiles. And in best case scenario, their readers will also become your readers!

You have a popular book but those readers aren’t migrating to your new works? Advertise the new book at the end of your popular book. You have a better reach by doing this compared to posting on your profile.

Remind your readers to VOTE & SHARE:

Don’t underestimate the power of a gentle reminder. When a reader is engrossed in your book, it’s easy to forget to support the author. Write a line or two, reminding them to vote on the chapter and share it with their friends if they enjoyed it.

Many will happily do this. It doesn’t cost money and they appreciate free books.

Ask a QUESTION at the end:

The biggest advantage of Wattpad is its interactive community. Engage in conversation with your readers about their interests, what they liked about the chapter, what they want to see next or simply a random Q&A.

Initiate the talk in the comments section. Silent readers will likely start supporting your works actively if they find a warm and friendly writer behind the screen. And you also gain a new friend or two!

Create Reading Lists & Read:

Give constructive feedback, dedicate chapters, and comment a lot. Showcase your favorite books in reading lists. Take time out to support fellow writers in your situation and share their works.

What goes around comes around! Being kind and patient will definitely help you in the long run.

Have a QUIRKY profile:

Make a ‘trademark’ of your style. Be it a monochrome aesthetic or a punk-rock theme. Choose your favorite look and paint your profile with it. Share your hobbies and interests on your profile. This will make people interested in your work and you’ll be able to find more like-minded people!


It takes time to share your works with real life family and friends. But once you give up on anonymity, share your works (spam), and ask for regular feedback or just moral support!

Join writing AWARDS:

It’s hard to win. But that shouldn’t stop you from trying. Use this chance to attract new readers and get your work out there. Take it as healthy competition and use the feedback provided to improve your work.

TAG your books:

Use trending and popular tags and add them to your book. Monitor what tags other writers use and what readers might be searching for. This will make your book more discoverable on Wattpad.

Confidently apply for a FEATURE:

Wattpad offers books to be featured in rotation. Fill the form and apply for it each time it opens. A feature can expose your work to thousands of new readers! Don’t fret if you’re rejected. Edit your book and repeat.

The work is all done! It’s time to be patient and in the meanwhile, re-write, re-write and re-write!
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The Demon Babysitter

Money. Power. Fame. When a supernatural being knocks at your door and offers you three wishes to change your life, you’re damn sure to choose one of those. Who wouldn’t?

Yuki Rin.

After accidentally
summoning a demon in her kitchen, only Hell knows how, the single mother makes a wish that changes their life.

Kuros, an alpha Demon, standing awkwardly in a well-lit kitchen, has the worst luck of the century. He is forced to grant three wishes Yuki demands. But he never imagined that he would be leaving the dungeons of the Hell to…

Babysit her three-year-old son.

Not able to use black magic against her, he can only break this ridiculous contract by tasting her blood. But with her consent.

For that, he decides he just needs to seduce her…

Excerpt from the book:

Kuros smiled. Yuki was vulnerable right now. If that brat of a child disappeared for some time… he could seduce the woman, taste her blood and end the deal right here. He stepped closer to her and looked into her eyes. “So?”

“So?” Yuki repeated, unfazed and oblivious to his advance.

Kuros’ lips twitched. Here, he was using his close to century-old-practiced smoldering gaze, and she was unaffected? Was this a prank? Why the hell was she still standing? Irritated by this fact, he doubled his efforts. Making his voice sound like melted honey–that deep baritone women swooned over–he swept his hand through his ruffled hair, and proposed, “You can stay home… with me.”

“Huh? Do you have a sore throat?” Yuki frowned. Turning back, she said to her son, Yuu, “Go bring Uncle some water.”

“Okay. I’ll be back!” Yuu ran out of the room.

When Yuki looked up again, Kuros was frozen at his spot. It was as if his expression was carved into his face. His eyes reflected the century worth of torture he had experienced in the short span of seconds. The battle cries of tormented souls could be heard from his chest.

Yuki noted nothing. She tilted her head and waved a hand in front of him. “Are you okay, Kuros-san?”

“I-I…” Kuros gave up. He never felt such humiliation in his life. With his body, his looks, and his powers… a mere human addressed him as an uncle?!

“Uncle, here!”

Yuu came back to the room, the water splashing from the glass, but the word was another arrow shot through Kuros’ chest. He staggered as if he was in actual physical pain and slumped down next to the wall. The contract bounded him to stay true to his words, and with difficulty, he growled out, “Go to work, Yuki-san. I’ll babysit him.”

Reader’s Spotlight

I just realized that I spent 4+ hours straight reading this whole series, it’s now 4am and time to get up. I regret NOTHING! ❤


I think I’ve found my soulmate! Your books!


So original, so well-written, the characters are amazing. Loved loved loved it! …Thank you for sharing it with us.


Worth the all-nighter.


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Illusion Of Love: Sunshower


It was a clear sky. The sunshine filtered through the canopy of the trees and shone inside the small room of the cottage. Dust particles swirled in the light, swayed with the summer wind, and danced with the music of her flute. Hoshi closed her eyes and breathed into the instrument, playing the familiar tune, drowning herself in the music. Her flute made wispy sounds that were both raw and broken, creating a heart-wrenching tune that lingered in her mind. It was a tune no one recognized. A tune she hadn’t composed, yet, it was engraved inside her, something she could never forget.

Instinctively, the words rang in her mind.

The day when the bright sun shone,
and the rain fell, 
the day when parents warned their children to stay at home, 
and the day when the night wind howled in the deserted mountains.

It was today, Kitsune-bi Matsuri, the Sunshower Festival. An auspicious day for magical beings. Nothing more than an urban legend—she knew that—but it still left a bitter taste at the back of her tongue. An uneasiness in her stomach that she couldn’t forgo. There was something about this daya secret perhaps, a little sinister, a little magical, but unbeknownst to her. And the unknown frustrated Hoshi, and it reflected in her music.

Reader’s Spotlight

This is an excellent start–the world you set up is wonderfully vivid, and the mystery you introduce definitely leaves the reader wanting more! (…)


This is beautiful.


Ahhh I can totally see this happening! An anime should be made based on your book!… Or atleast a webcomic.


What the shit. What the shit. What the shit. What the shit. My heart can’t take this anymooooore!


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One Of These Endings

Seven chances.

Seven chances to save Archer.

Seven chances to revert the past.

Seven chances to right all the wrongs.

Seven chances more to see his face if things didn’t work out.

Seven chances more to say I love him.

Seven chances felt too less.”

If you were given seven chances to save your loved one…will you do it?

Tryst falls to her death from The Efil Bridge.

Assuming she committed suicide, her fiancé follows her footsteps to the world beyond.

But the truth is, her death was an aberration.
An error in the system.

With seven chances to change their ending, will she be able to save him and ultimately herself?

Excerpt from the book:

“even death is about second chances.”

It rains.
The light drizzle falls on my face,
mixes with my tears,
and trail down my cheeks.

The thought comes back to me again.

Maybe we aren’t meant to be?
Maybe it’s all a lie or all a dream?

But the reality is too real and too vivid.
How I wish it’s otherwise.

My feet stays glued to the ground
as they take my dead body out of the river.

The cycle starts again.

Did you know?

One Of These Endings is a cell phone novel.

A cell phone novel is a literary work originally written on a cellular phone via text messaging. This type of literature originated in Japan, where it has become a popular literary genre. Chapters usually consist of about 70-100 words each due to character limitations on cell phones.

CPNs are able to tell moving stories with very little words!

Reader’s Spotlight

Oh my heart. This story wrecked me and then filled me with joy. It was beautifully written and I enjoyed every moment. Wonderful job! ❤️


Um. I just. This was. I don’t know what to say. It’s so. It’s different from other books. But it’s great. It’s lovely. I. Words.


Believe me…I cried while reading this story. Really awesome.


Wow, this book is amazing, I can’t even describe how I feel right now. Simply ineffable. Kudos 😍😘💋💋💖


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Baking With Boys

Excerpt from the book:

A savory dish that was actually a dessert? It wasn’t rocket-science but it required a lot of effort.

I poured chocolate sauce over the fondant noodles in the bowl and let it seep through the layers to deliciously coat the sweet chewy material. The roasted nuts and almonds in the sauce were like bits of meat in a gravy. For the garnish, I painted dark cherries and soft white cookies to look like radishes on the top. A perfect bowl of Jajangmyeon.

Brandon came over to my work bench, nodded in appreciation, and took over to clean and polish the edges of the bowl. I went over to his bench, and added the long green jelly as a substitute to cucumber, and a soft pink cake to represent raw fish inside the dessert sushi. Carefully rolling the fondant, I smiled at the finished result.

The carefully cut pieces, with its delicate detailing, looked too real. And before I could stop him, Brandon slid over to my side, and popped one piece in his mouth. My mouth watered as I thought of the white chocolate melting in his mouth, the sweet raspberry crunch of rice cereal, the jelly and the cake. It was a symphony of textures and flavors. A perfect blend of sweet and tangy.

Brandon moaned and arched his back. Unabashedly, my eyes followed his every move. A trail of chocolate oozed out from the corner of his mouth and coated his chin. He wiped it off with a finger and licked it again. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the treat and remained blissfully unaware of the cameras shooting his every move. I willed myself to look away from this R-rated scene. The way his mouth moved would definitely put the baking show in the adult time slot.

Damn food porn.

Reader’s Spotlight

Honestly one of the most hilarious books I have read in a long time. I laughed like a maniac throughout. Loved it!




BWB is amazing!!! It’s like crazzzy good. I can’t stop reading it’s 2:57 and I read a major plot twist. Its just like BOOOM!! Mind blown. I love it…I love you…I love this book.


…Love your style. And especially the theme of the novel. It dealt with so many issues with so much ease.


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