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❌🚨 ဤ fic သည် 21+ဖြစ်တဲ့အတွက် ငယ်ငယ်ရွယ်ရွယ်လေးတွေမဖတ်ဖို့အကြံပြုချင်ပါတယ်နော် ပြီးတော့ လူအများရှိတဲ့နေရာတွေမှာလည်းပြန်မတင်ပါနဲ့ ကို့ဘာသာသီးသန့်ဖတ်ကြပါ တခြားသူတွေဖတ်ဖို့ linkပေးနိုင်ပါတယ်🚨❌

"ලේ බැදීමක නමක් දෙන්න උන ඒ ආගන්තුක මනුස්සයගෙ හැඟීම් වලට මං තාමත් බයයි!.." | | "ගෑණියෙක්ට උනත් මාව දැක්කම හැඟීම් ඇවිස්සෙන්න, මගෙ මොනවද තියෙන්නෙ?..." _ _ මෙහි ඇති සියළු චරිත,සිද්ධි මනඃකල්පිත වේ❗ වැඩිහිටියන්ට පමණයි🔞

လွမ်လွမ် သည် 21 ရာစုမှာ အသက် 30 နားနီးနေတဲ့ တစ်ကိုယ်တည်း နေဖို့ ရွေးချယ်ထားသူတစ်ယောက် ဖြစ်လေသည် ။ အပင်တွေရယ် မွေးထားတဲ့ ခွေးဝါမလေး ရယ် သူငယ်ချင်းတွေရယ်နဲ့ ဘဝကိုပျော်ရွှင်စွာဖြတ်သန်းနေလေသည် ။ တစ်နေ့ အပင်လေး တစ်ပင် ဝယ်လာရာမှ အစပြုရင်း အချိန်ကူးပြောင်းကာ ရှေးခေတ်သို့နောက်ပြန်ရောက်လေတော့သည် ။ ဝက်အူချောင်း စားရဖို့ ဝက်တစ်ကောင်မွေးစရာမလိုဟူသော စကားသည် လွမ်လွမ်၏ လက်သုံးစကားဖြစ်လေသည် ။ ကျားမ တန်းတူအခွင့်အရေးဆိုပြီး အမြဲပြောတတ်သော လွမ်လွမ်တစ်ယောက် ဖိုဝါဒ ကြီးစိုးသောရှေးခတ်သို့ရောက်လေသောအခါ........ Warning - ၁၈ နှစ်အောက်မဖတ်ရ ။

"Ohh ශික්" "අඩේ හුත්තෝ මොකක්ද බන් ඒ වුණේ" "මන් කොහොමද බල්ලෝ දන්නේ" "ආආආ දැන් උබ මචන් මට කියන්නේ මෙතන වුණ මුකුත් උබ දන්නෑ කියලද" "නැතුව හුත්තෝ.තෝ දන්න ටිකම තමා පකෝ මන් දන්නෙත් " "අනේ පලයන් බන් යන්න, තොට නිකන් මාව බත් කන හරකෙක් වgay ද පෙන්නේ" "අඩෝ සිරාවටම උබ බත් ද කන්නේ මන් හිතුවේ තණකොළ කනවා කියලා හුත්තෝ 😂" 🩸𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈 & 𝐃𝐄𝐖 🩸 "ආතල් කතාවක් ද?" "Hm " "ඇත්තටම ආතල් කතාවක් ද?" "Hm" "ඇයි එහෙනම් මේ කතාවට 'පලිගැනීමේ වියරුව' කියන්නේ" "𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻." ⚠️අවවාදයයි!!! 🔴 මෙහි එන සියළුම චරිත මනක්කල්පිත වන අතර මෙය සම්පුර්ණයෙන්ම මගේ නිර්මාණයකි.කරුණාකර උපුටා ගැනීමෙන් වලකින්න. 🔴🔞 මෙහි වැඩිහිටියන්ට පමණක්‌ කියවීමට සුදුසු කොටස් ඇති අතර පොඩිහිටියන් කියවීමෙන් වලකින්න. 🔴එම කොටස් කතාවේ '𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁' කර ඇත.

The neighborhood goes dark because of a power outage. Y/N is all alone... or is she?

යූනා තමුන් හිතන්නේ මන් විලන් කියලාද...!!" මට අනුව නම් තමුන් විලන් කෙනෙක් ජේයොන් ...!!" කවදාහරි දවසක මගේ නමින් මොන්ස් කරන්න උනොත් යූනා තමුන් කෙදිරි ගාන එක නවත්තලා දාන්න ඔනේ...!!" Start 2025. 11.07 End..2026.01.02 Enjoying my story 🫶✍️

Lisa Mathew a simple living girl with a simple lifestyle, very famous for her social works in her Society, married to Dale Mathew a loving husbsnd who cares for her But Lisa ,had a very painful past , A past that ruined her happy childhood, her life ,her parents mudered brutally by a psycho serial killer and unfortunately The case remained unsolved . Raised by her aunt Lisa takes the decision to solve this case and give her parents justice. Lisa grows up becomes a FBI officer, reopens the case & digs in to find the truth , But Lisa didn't know the criminal she is searching for may standing next to her all along . Will she able to discover the 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒔 behind her parents murder ? will she able to handle those shocking truths.

They say souls meet again. But ours didn't wait for death. We died in the same lifetime - over and over - just to find each other in different ruins. He was never my home. He was the war I walked into without armor, knowing I'd be carried out in pieces. And I - I was the prayer he whispered with blood on his hands, the sin he committed and forgave himself for in the same breath. We weren't lovers. We were open wounds stitched together with trembling fingers. We didn't hold hands - we gripped each other like lifelines, like knives we didn't have the heart to drop. The first time he touched me, my body remembered every lifetime he didn't. And when he left, he took my name from my own mouth and left me speaking in grief. You think this is about love? No. This is about ruin. About finding the softest parts of yourself and letting someone take them away in daylight. I never hated him. Hate requires distance. I loved him in silence. I loved him through his absence, through the sound of his laughter with someone else, through the years I spent teaching my hands not to reach for him. He loved like a storm. I stayed like a fool. And between his quiet cruelty and my holy patience, we wrote a tragedy the gods would've stopped - if only they had looked away from heaven long enough. I will not forget him. I'll stitch him into the skin over my ribs. I'll kiss other men like they're him. I'll ruin kind love because of the ghost he left in my bed. They say love heals. Let mine stay infected. Let it fester until it's a part of me no prayer can cleanse. Because what we had was never meant to live. It was meant to scar eternity. And if you ask me now - "Do you still love him?" I will look you in the eye and say, "Only when I breathe. And I don't plan on stopping."