Broadcasting storie

Traveling to a parallel world, Zeaser, who was forced to make a living, was invited by the Dimension platform to create. Say anything, just edit the video and you can get rewards. With the mentality of trying, Zeaser edited Marvel and uploaded the video "Top Ten Superheroes". Unexpectedly, it caused an uproar in the Marvel Universe! Iron Man: It was me who snapped my fingers in the end...! Captain America: With a mortal body standing shoulder to shoulder with the gods, I lifted Mjolnir...? Thor: You said you never practiced secretly! Wait, that fat guy is definitely not me! Spider-Man: What! except me! And two Spider-Men? ! In addition, videos such as "Top Ten Super Villains" have appeared. Since then, the entire Marvel universe has undergone earth-shaking changes! Zeaser on the other side was also stunned: "The Infinity Stones gifted to me by this guy named [Loki] turned out to be real...

FIRST EVER WATTPAD TV!!

Taniah Kiro Sandeja craves for greatness all her life. Being the middle child wasn't easy for her because growing up, she was always been compared to her older sister. Passion for journalism runs in their blood and she saw it as an opportunity to prove her parents her value as a person and a daughter. But what if things don't go her way? What if the opportunity that she saw leads to the total destruction of her progress?

"Everyone deserves second chances. Right?"

Some stories don't end. They just wait to be heard again. From the world of Radio Hearts comes When We Tune In Again-a slow-burn, second-chance romance filled with quiet yearning, late-night scripts, and the kind of love that never really goes away. In Radio Hearts, Mika and Kai captured hearts as two high school students hiding their feelings behind radio shows and shared silences. Now, years later, their story continues-older, wiser, and far more complicated. Mika de Guzman is doing her best to move forward. As a junior scriptwriter at PBK Broadcasting, her days revolve around deadlines, coffee, and keeping things strictly professional-until her past walks right through her front door. Kai Mendoza. Now a producer-director at PBK. Now her boss. Now... her unexpected roommate. They say it's temporary. A coincidence. Strictly work. But how do you stay detached when the person you once loved is suddenly everywhere-editing your scripts, sharing your space, and stirring up every quiet feeling you tried to bury? In high school, silence kept them safe. But now, those silences are louder than ever. And this time, there might not be anywhere left to hide. Perfect for fans of Before We Were Strangers by Renée Carlino, Normal People by Sally Rooney, and The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood, When We Tune In Again is a moving, character-driven romance about missed chances, creative intimacy, and finding your way back to the words left unsaid. Tropes: • Second-chance romance • Forced proximity • Workplace romance • Mutual pining • "There was only one bed" (emotionally, if not literally) • Creative partners to maybe-something-more

A posh voice opens doors. Not literally, unless you are royalty, but figuratively. Opportunities seem to fall out of the sky for those who speak in a recognised way that conveys their breeding and their assumed elevated status in British society. I have observed this as someone who has never considered myself posh, as someone who has never been perceived as posh, but as someone who was thrust unprepared into a world of posh people from the age of eleven. Until my first day at grammar school, I had mistakenly believed that 'people were people' (to quote Lou Rawls) and that 'meritocracy' was a fact rather than a fancy theory. My mum had believed it too, having just bought me a red 'Harvard' sweatshirt from Farnborough outdoor market for having passed the eleven-plus exam. I wore it to bed (in the style of Susan Saint James) for the next thirty years until it literally wore out .. but Harvard remained a fantasy.

"There's a bomb!" someone shouted. "There's a bomb!" I had just collected 'NME' from the newsagent that reserved it for me each week and had been lazily staring at a display of the new 'designer' stretch jeans in the windows of Gloria Vandebilt's shop. All had been calm on the city's main shopping street. Then suddenly it was chaos. People ran in all directions as if their lives depended upon it ... which they did. Men, women and children screamed as they fled down side streets, their shopping bags flying behind them like parachutes. I was in amongst them, running at full pelt until I thought I was far enough away from the suspect device. How would I know? I didn't. Did I hear an explosion? No. Was it really a bomb? I never knew.