𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
Firstly why the late update? I've already answered this but most of you neither follow me on insta nor Wattpad so you might not know, so check my message in the message board.
Secondly, I'm way too tired of asking you to vote, comment, follow.
You complain for late updates but tell me no matter how late it is, you guys never complete the target.
More than 11k reads and the target was 400 comments and you guys are so.. you couldn't even complete that!!
Tell me will it not sadden you if you were in my place?
If I'm late then i don't post the chapter on stck for paid access and still you guys treat my book like this
Like a matdoor you can easily ignore.
If this was happening in the first 20 chapters then i would understand that you are just testing if it's worth to read or not but now it's 31 chapter we're on which means you guys are engaged now.
Then why not support, why to treat it like a damn matdoor!!?
Listen carefully. After this chapter the next chapter will only be uploaded after the target is completed, I'm way beyond tired and sad now, it's not like I'm getting paid, if I won't even get the appreciation i deserve then just what do I do?
The next chapter is out on stck (link in bio) or search by my name alice_estrella there.
For Wattpad the target is 600 comments and 1k votes.
You have to complete the target for the chapter.
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I stirred awake as the weak morning sunlight kissed my face, and the moment my eyes fluttered open, my breath caught in my throat.
It's him.
I'm in his arms, his face just inches from mine, his warm breath mingling with mine. His strong arms are wrapped around my waist, holding me close, too close. There's not even a sliver of space between us. His eyes are closed, his face calm in a way I've never seen before.
For the first time, I see him like this, unguarded, peaceful and sleeping. A sight so rare that I can't help but reach out. My fingers move on their own, tracing the sharp angles of his face. His hair, thick and unruly and soft, slips through my fingers as I brush it back gently, careful to not wake him up. My fingertips ghost over his forehead, pausing at the faint scar near his temple. Then lower, to his closed eyes, framed by long lashes, not longer than mine, but long enough to look beautiful.
