When Claire started dating Adam, she never expected the relationship to turn into this. Constantly living in fear, Claire needs someone. After months of living in an abusive home, a familiar face shows up in a direct message. Will this face will help? Or will it end up becoming more pain for Claire? *mention of abuse*

On the pages of this book, I've written my poems that express my views and tell stories. I'd like it if you could give this book a try.

"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .

Album 1 "Tell me the facts and I'll learn. Tell me the truth and I'll believe. But tell me a story and it will live in heart forever." ~Native American Proverb

❝moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes. you are a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies.❞ she was a glorious being, kissed by the stars, her slender fingers coated with mars dust. carve constellations into her skin, sprinkle planets into her hair, and throw her up into the sky, so that others fall in love with the night the way that I do.

gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

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It started on Wattpad but now is EVERYWHERE with an upcoming film adaptation by Wattpad WEBTOON studios coming to Tubi. Stay tuned for film release updates! In the meantime, read the original story that inspired the film. KISSING IS THE EASY PART is being published and will be out on November 18, 2025 Please pre-order from the link in my profile. *** Being beautiful might as well be Flora Morgan's only talent. Some of the words she hates include economy class, second-hand clothes, and budget. She likes fashion, dating, not being on time and getting what she wants - until she meets Sean, who is like the clock striking midnight; he erases all her magic power. He is as mature and sophisticated as the dark roasted coffee he drinks, while she is like a lollipop: colorful, dazzling on the outside but empty calories and artificial sweeteners on the inside. The attraction is instant, but getting a kiss is only the first step. To keep their fire burning, they must accept each other's differences and decide if what they're building is strong enough to survive trials, jealousy, expectations, and the fear of becoming someone they no longer recognize.

Grace is an enigma. The words are smothering, stealing her breath slowly each day. Chances are it'll be the death of her. Chances are it'll be her undoing. But maybe, just maybe; there's a miniscule probability of it being her 'doing'. "Maybe," his eyes held mine steadily with a sad smile, "Maybe we're not meant to be perfect. Grace is for the Graceless." -- This story is MINE, the characters, the scenarios and everything else was created by me. Please do not steal.

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.