A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Title: Forbidden Pack Bond's In a world ruled by pack laws, every person is born as Alpha, Beta, or Omega. There is no fourth. At least... that's what everyone believes. Pavel is a pure-blood Alpha-muscular, dominant, raised to lead. His future is already decided by the elders of his pack. Strength. Power. A strategic bond. Then Pooh appears. Sweet-smiling. Soft-spoken. Registered as an Omega. But Pooh is an enigma in every sense of the word. His scent doesn't behave like an Omega's. His instincts don't submit. And when Pavel's Alpha begins reacting in ways that make no sense-aching, trembling, wanting to kneel instead of claim-everything starts to unravel. Because what no one knows... Is that Pooh is not an Omega. He is something rarer. Something forbidden. And if the truth of their bond is revealed, it won't just break pack law- It will rewrite it. Hi lovelies this is my first poohpavel OMEGAVERSE novel here, please help with your votes and comments to let me grow 🌚🤟🌚. No bad Vibe ☺️ ☺️ ☺️ 🌹 CONTAINS 🌹 Smut 🔞 Fluffy ✨ Jealousy ☺️ Power 🔥

"Zombie World: A Origem" acaba de ganhar uma versão estendida no Wattpad, trazendo uma experiência ainda mais intensa e imersiva! Esta nova edição passou por uma revisão completa, com correções, reestruturação de diálogos, novas cenas de ação e criaturas ainda mais assustadoras. A jornada dos moradores de Laurel Heights no primeiro dia do apocalipse agora está mais brutal, detalhada e cheia de momentos inéditos que aprofundam o terror e a luta pela sobrevivência. Se você achava que já conhecia essa história, prepare-se para mergulhar em um caos ainda mais sombrio e imprevisível. Leia agora: https://www.wattpad.com/story/321270251-zombie-world-a-origem-vers%C3%A3o-estendida-livro-1 Um vírus que resulta em um apocalipse zumbi. Um grupo de sobreviventes que se unem para lutar contra esta ameaça. E um exército que prioriza o combate aos sobreviventes do que o extermínio zumbi. É uma ameaça global, uma longa batalha. Até onde vale a pena lutar? Como enfrentar a morte? Tudo começa aqui. Não recomendado para menores de 14 anos: contêm violência, linguagem sexual, mutilação e tortura. Tema: Apocalipse Zumbi (Terror/Ação/Drama)

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

Patrochilles AU Patroclus and Achilles were best friends as children, but when they got to high school they drifted apart. Achilles made lots of new friends, while Patroclus is the loner, with Greek foreign exchange student Briseis as his only friend. Now Achilles needs his help, but, afraid of getting hurt again, Patroclus is reluctant to let him back into his life.

" my patroclus. " First grade, that's when it all started. When the boy with the ridiculous name and messy, blond hair ran into another boy with a ridiculous name and tanned, ebony skin. They grew jointed at the hip, one was only seen with the other. Achilles loved running, he loved telling everyone about his day; Patroclus loved the way the stars looked at night, he loved laughing at Achilles' jokes. And both of them eventually grew into teenagers who learned how to lose and how to smile brighter than the sun. Achilles has kissed far too many people and Patroclus has learned about each and every one of them. Patroclus lays in his bed, talking about the future, and Achilles listens to every word. And one day, Achilles learns that he only needs to kiss one person. One day, Patroclus knows something certain about his future. / / a work based off of the iliad's achilles & patroclus, but no knowledge about any of the characters or plot is needed to read and/or understand it / /

"Why do you swim so much?" "So I don't drown." In which Patroclus is the fastest swimmer in the state and Achilles is an up-and-coming runner. ((patrochilles modern au, still readable as just boyxboy))