<< لێم تێدەگەیت، بۆیە خۆشمدەوێیت>> ئەو دێڕەی یەکجار بۆ کۆتاجار بیستم!. من وونبووم، چوونکە نەمدەزانی چی دیکە ڕوودەدات!.؟ من هێشتا دەستم پێنەکردبوو.... بۆچی کۆتایی هات؟.! "<<ئەم چیڕۆکە مەخوێنەوە>>'' چەشن: ئاڵۆز...ڕۆمانسی بێ دیمەنی نەشیاو...خەمناک...هەستیار نوسەر/ نـــیـ♡ــرا دەستپێک/ ئەمڕۆ کۆتایی: شەش ڕۆژ بەر لە ئێستاV●ᴥ●V

{چیرۆکی کوردی} دوای ئەوەی شێوە لەگەڵ خێزانەکەیا ئەچن پێشوازی لە کوڕی ئاغا بکەن کە لە سەربازی گەڕاوەتەوە و ئاهەنگی بۆ کراوە... بڵام چەن کەسێک بە چەکەوە یەنە ئاهەنگەکە و دەست ئەکەن بە تەقە کردن...هەر ئەو کاتەشە شێوە ناچار ئەبێت هاوسەرگیری لەگەڵ کوڕی ئاغایا بکات کە ناوی مەردە چاوەکانی وەک دەریا قوڵ بوون منیش تیایا نقوم بووم مەرد&شێوە مافی تەواوی چیرۆک بۆخۆم ئەگەڕێتەوە

چيرۆكی كوردی بيلال&نيل "تەنها جوانیەكەی نيل ئەتوانێ دڵی بيلال عەبدوڵا بلەرزێنێ" جارجار قومێكی لە خواردنەوەكە ئەدا و بەردەوام قسەی ئەكرد تا لە يەكێك لە شەقامەكاندا كچێك نزيك بوو لەوەی بەر سەیارەكەیان بكەوێت كاتێك ئەپەڕیەوە شۆفێرەكە بەخێرای وەستا و وایكرد بيلال چاوی بكەوێتە سەر ئەو كچە كە بەبەردەم سەیارەكەدا تێپەڕی بۆ ساتێك دونیای بيلال بەدەوری ئەو كچەدا ئەخولایەوە كە چاوی لە خوارەوە بوون و قژە خورماییەكەی لەگەڵ بادا سەمایەكرد لێوە پەمەی و پڕەكەی كەمێك توند كردبوو بەدەستیەوە هەندێك كتێب و پەڕاو هەبوو جانتایەكی ناسكيشی لەشان بوو عەزیە پەمەییە ناسكەكەی و پێستە ئەسمەرەكەی وایكرد هەناسەی بيلال قورستربێت بەڵێ باوكيشی بينی و دڵنیابوەوە كە كچەكەیەتی نيل بەڵام هيچی نەوت بيلال: كچێكی تەواو بەوشێوەیەیە وێرانت ئەكات بەڵام هەرگيز ئاوڕت بۆ ناداتەوە هەتا لەچاوی ونبوو بەردەوامبوو لەسەیركردنی و دواتر ويستی قومێكی تر بات لە خواردنەوەكەی بەڵام كەمێك وەستاو دوبارە سەری بتڵە تایبەتەكەی داخستەوە و زەردەخەنەیەكی كرد. ئەم چیرۆكەم بيرۆكەی خۆمە ومافی تەواوەتی بۆ خۆم ئەگەڕێتەوە دەستپێك:15/8/2025 كۆتای:23/9/2025

تۆ دەتەوێ ببمە ئافرەتی جێگاکەت !؛بۆنا ئەی تۆ حەزی پێناکەی گەر لەسەر جەستەم بنیشیتەوە دڵنیابە مافی تۆش دەدەم ناهێڵم بێناز بکەویت بچوکەکەم ...؛چ بێ ئابڕویەکی تۆ ... دەستەکانی گرتو لەخۆی نزیکی کردەوە نەیدەتوانی چاوانی بەجێ بهێڵێ لە سەرنجەکەیدا ؛ ناومت بیستوە ئازیزم دەیڤڵم ئەو ژورەش ژورە ڕەشە نەفرەتیەکەم گەر تۆی لێ ئاسودە نەکەم ناهێڵم بچیتە دەرەوە ....

كەسێك مەستی دوو چاوت بێ ئیتر مەیخانە هەر ناناسێ ئـــەمیـــر ❥ مـــەنســـا كـــورتـــە || ئـــەمیر و مەنســـا یـــەكەم جار لە باڕێكی وڵاتی هۆڵـــەندا چاویان بە یەك ئەكەوێـــت بە شێوەیەكی نەخوازراو ، وە كاتێـــك دوبارە یەك ئەبیننـــەوە لە كوردستـــان بە شێوەیەكـــی سەیر ڕق و ئاژاوە ئەكەوێـــتە نێوانیـــان ، دواجـــار ئەمیـــر بڕیـــار ئەدات لـــە مەنســـا دوربكەوێتـــەوە و كوردستان بەجێ ئەهێڵێت و ئەڕواتـــە ئەڵمـــانیـــا بـــۆ كاڵبـــونەوەی هەستـــەكانی بەرامبەر مەنـــسا ،، بەڵـــام ئـــازیز لە دوریش بێت هەر ئـــازیز نییـــە؟ ئـــەشقە پـــڕ ڕقـــاویـــەكەی ئـــەوان چی لێیـــەـت كاتێـــك بڕیـــارە مەنســـا بە شـــوو بدرێ بە كـــەسێـــكی تر؟ جۆری چیرۆك :- ڕۆمانسی - شەڕكردن - خێزانی - كۆمیدی نوسەر : پاڕك دیدی٧ 𝖧𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 ： # 𝟣 𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁 # 𝟣 𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 # 𝟣 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 # 𝟣 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 # 𝟣 𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 # 𝟣 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖽𝗂 # 𝟨 𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying