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Our Wilted Flowers by xdaffodilexmain
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Genesis de Valois has been cursed from a young age, one that constantly reminds her of the wretch that she is. Every morning, she wakes up to the catastrophe of trouble she's caused her whole life. Every night, she sleeps to the suffocating smell of her wrongs. When a man appears on her flower field near dead, Genesis knows that this could be her chance. This could be her chance to do something good, something right for once. But healing and helping this man would prove harder than it seems. Especially when he seems so intent on dying. Graphic by caralogues/seertostar/ @toruinagod -------------------------------------------------------- Main prompts: 10. Every time you've failed something, a flower appears in your yard. You now have the most spectacular flower garden in the neighborhood. But all you want is grass. 28. Self-love often starts small, like planting a single seed. With time, patience, and a bit of light, it will grow. Sub-prompts: 7. One morning, the ocean washes up a message. One you've been waiting for your whole life. 29. You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints on your heart.
I Twinkle For You by Derascene
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A young graphic artist joins an aspiring valedictorian in her recklessly escalating schemes, from calculated late-night break-ins to launching borderline -legal homemade fireworks, for a chance at confession. Updates every Wednesday, 8 PM, Manila time.
Skar · A fairytale retelling by yelbubble
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A magical forest. A beautiful girl (who can use a sword). A witch. And, of course, a shady apple. This story is told in verse. ✶ ➹ 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 ➹ ✶ For many ages, Skar has lived as a Protector of The Northern Forest, dreaming of finding her long lost home as she guards the magical land. She turns into an alluring mystery, a legend told by fires at night, and some say she guards a priceless secret. And then one fateful day, there is a fatal adventure. ✶ Trigger Warnings: Death. ✶
The light in his darkness  by rakhshiwrites
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"I will never forgive you." She said those words while sitting beside him, on her way to his house after their Nikkah. "You'll soon realize what you've been saved from." He replied calmly, his eyes fixed on the road. "And what I've been dragged into." She muttered under her breath, a mischievous smile hiding behind her tear-filled eyes as she shot him a dangerous glare. She entered his house as a maid... But became the wife of the man she hated while her heart still belonged to someone else. He was her cold, unreadable boss... A man who had buried his feelings deep within his heart, only to become her husband. Will this forced marriage survive? Will love ever find its way into their hearts? Will the secrets surrounding them tear them apart... Or bring them closer than they ever imagined? Read The Light in His Darkness to discover Ahmad and Ayesha's journey. Happy reading! 🤍
Oblivion by ValKonnn
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"A war can take everything from you. Don't let it take who you are." NOTE: Bonus chapters are optional and can be skipped. It won't effect the reading experience, and the main story can be followed without reading them.
Let's Go Home Shall W?E by Not-a-felinecat
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Imagine forgetting what "home" is supposed to feel like. Not all at once- but slowly... piece by piece. Until the word itself starts sounding unfamiliar. It's been twelve years since the world broke. Twelve years of moving through places that no longer belong to the living, surviving just enough to see another morning, and pretending that the past doesn't matter anymore. They don't talk about it. Not about where they came from. Not about who they used to be. Some things are easier to carry when they stay buried. But the strange thing about buried things is- they don't always stay that way. Sometimes it's a place. Sometimes a memory. Sometimes just a colour you can't look at the same way anymore. And suddenly, something starts to feel... wrong. Familiar. But wrong. In a world where letting go is the only way to survive- what happens when something inside you refuses to? And when it finally catches up to you... will you still recognize what you were trying to find?