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  • Fatal Attraction di DreamyNisha2
    DreamyNisha2
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      LETTURE 411
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      Parti 1
  • The Blue Wolf di Xzombiewolf
    Xzombiewolf
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      LETTURE 689
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      Parti 31
    "It doesnt have to end like this!" I said. He stared at me and I had tears in my eyes. "If your going to kill me you will have to kill her too." He said. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. "Do it." She said. She mouthed its ok and without thinking I ended everything. ******************************* Living a life is nice but when you live with an abusive father you begin to change emotionally. It took me a while but I finally got free and I found my mate. She find herself in difficult situation and the only way out is a fight to the death. Will Jasmine ever find peace in her life or will she on a leash for the rest of her life.
  • Airlines-Har udaan ik naya toofaan di NavdeepKaurShoker
    NavdeepKaurShoker
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      LETTURE 276
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      Parti 1
    25 year old Ananya Rawat succeeds her dream of becoming a pilot but will she be able to keep her stand in a male dominated career?
  • Poetry in Veins  di Velvetstanzas_0638
    Velvetstanzas_0638
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      LETTURE 39
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      Parti 4
    It's not a story but something very close to my heart the whole is about someone I couldn't get close to or a heart that denied to move on...... Poetry is something which helps me to escape the truth... which pampers me when nobody is there.... It's also about a heart which is broken by many people bit by bit but still it's leaning to live again to be full of life again.....!! #AkYa
  • The Third Eye di arabnar
    arabnar
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      LETTURE 481
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      Parti 1
    Women. Being a woman, involves a lot of roles. We are daughters, sisters, bahus, wives and mothers. But sometimes, we forget how to be a woman. How to give voice to our grief, pain, desires, aims, goals, irritations and frustrations. That is why we have each other. We are the third eye, for each other. What one person cannot voice, we do so. And if anyone ever dares to come between us, then what use would be our third eye, if not for our anger?