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𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬. (Highest ranking:#1 in #poetry,#5 in #poem,#5 in poems,#3 in lovepoem.)
𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬. (Highest ranking:#1 in #poetry,#5 in #poem,#5 in poems,#3 in lovepoem.)
Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, ea...
Psychology, if it's your cup of tea, opens doors to a lot of interesting characteristics and traits that human beings encompass. Reading about it will not only give a meaningful perspective to how you see the world, but will also allow you to reach out and understand people around you better.
"potter! i heard you got a secret admirer!" the voice laughs. ALSO ON AO3 WITH CORRECT GRAMMAR AND MISTAKES: "Secret Admirer" by "blissfcll"
Started in 2018 Hardcopy available on NotionPress and Amazon *Rank* 1 * in #boynextdoor *Rank* 1 * in #badboylovestory When shy yet sarcastic Daniella Jones met cocky playboy Hunter Donnavan. She is nothing but, horrified when she learnt that the guy she dreaded the most is now her next door neighbor. Hunter on the...
Swallow is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. When Mildred wished for death on her bullies, she never expected a demon would possess her and make all her dreams come true...but is it worth her soul? ...
#1 werewolf #1 teenfiction "That night meant nothing to me Olivia." "You were just like another girl to me." He smirked, "and you KNOW how I do girls. I lure them," he took a crumpled paper in his hands and softly straightened it, "I fuck them. HARD." He tore the paper off in pieces, "and then, I throw them out of my...
The bell to my grandfathers old shop rang and I looked up from my magazine, "Welcome to Sugar Suga- whoa what happened to your face?" A dark haired man in worn black jeans spat on my perfectly polished cotton candy floor. "shut up and let me use the back room." I shrugged, staring at the light purple tile he spat on...