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She can make anyone fall in love. That's her technique. That's her weapon. That's her role as the Love Hashira. But when she meets a man who doesn't fall-who simply understands her instead-everything she has built starts to slip. Because he doesn't chase her. He sees through her. And for the first time, love is no longer something she controls... but something that might control her instead.

for her I'm just a star, for me she's the moon.. (some of the incidents are taken from the author's real life situation) It's my first work .. you can comment if u find something wrong or anything feel free to share ur thoughts...

The girl who struggled between life, and death.

A comforting tale of survival, laughter, ocean and love. A rip tide that brought two people together and left them stranded to fend for themselves against the elements. Follow Micah and Lily's journey from an isolated island to the cover of every article, online and the stands. (feedback appreciated for ongoing work)

A middle class girl from India flew to UK for higher education. Her loneliness and home sickness make her depressed for the first week at her University. She gets a diary from a trash can which was blank. She takes it home and writes her wishes and feelings like as if she is writing a story imagining her college mates as characters. Things changed as the story progresses and finally she realises the demonic presence in the diary. Will she able to make her safe from the presence? Check out the story!

This is a story about You and your bf H/N mostly at his house. There is a bit of swearing and I tried my hardest to make this and there will probably be another part to it I'm not sure but that's it. IM GONNA MAKE ANOTHER CHAPTER

This Was a Thought I Made After I Listened To Cinematic Songs. More parts coming soon (subject to change) - Written By Jerry Mokalu

SPAGHETTI

Scenic Descriptions. Collab with itsDnP's "My Nostalgic Photography". Read both for the full experience. -Cover photo by itsDnP-

Sapphire Dreams is a book of thrilling incidents that occurred in a Srilankan family. This book is written with fewer chapters to encourage beginners to read. genocide, riot, suspicious neighbours, fantasy, ghost, migrants, twist at the end, etc... READ TO DISCOVER MORE!

*before you read, these aren't mine, some might be but most aren't so pls don't comment that they're yours-* Anyways enjoy.

The ruler was wise. The scion is wiser. Is the enemy the wisiest or the dumber? Will they be able to catch the scion? Or will they be caught by the scion?

『 a collection of roughly 100 word stories 』

Juddy Woodenburg, a girl with big football dreams and is one of the best strikers in her team. With a little love-hate relationship with her captain, Dannielle Grahms, or simply Danny, she finds her true feeling towards her as the days go by. Football has become the biggest part of the girl 's life and thats what she does most of the time. Danny is always there. Juddy swears that she hates her. She swears. 🤫

These poems and prose are written from my heart. They are written in my saddest a life you thought was all yours, a life you never thought others lived. Probably you can help me, because in these times. People are out there searching for what's not being given because of the country they live in, their race, their limited education, poverty and not enough skill. And you know what? Those are the people who needs it more.... ******************* You have no right to copy or rewrite these poems. ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT.

I gazed down at my best friend, blood staining his shirt and my hands, his wound seeping into my lap as I held him there desperately one last time. "Please, let me do this," I begged him. He shook his head wordlessly, and I knew from times before that he would rather die than live forever, he would rather be at peace than watch the world move past him. I watched as he brought his dirty, blood-stained hand shakily up to my face, and closed my eyes as he wiped away the one stray tear that had escaped through the corner of my eye and began sliding down my cheek. "Promise me..." he trailed off and swallowed thickly before continuing quietly, "Promise you won't forget me." He shivered slightly in my arms, and I ignored as another tear fell and he didn't have enough energy to reach up again. "I will never, ever forget you, Mikey," I responded, and grinned slightly at the sweet half-smile that overcame his face at the nickname before continuing, "I will live to see the day the sun explodes, and as the planet slowly goes into a panic, the only thing I'll be thinking about is you." A look of disbelief came over his face, and I brushed his sandy hair out of it as the look disappeared. Two more tears fell, one landing heavily on his hand as it grasped mine helplessly. "Goodbye, Sabien. I love you, brother," he breathed out, and I could see it on his face that he couldn't hold on for much longer. "I love you too, Mikey," I told him, and for the last time, I stroked his cheek and pulled him up, closer to my chest, closer to me. He looked at me sadly, and I gave him an encouraging nod and offered up a sad smile as the tears started to flow faster, and I could feel the sobs threatening to escape at the top of my throat. I touched my nose to the top of his forehead and I felt him squeeze my hand for the last time before sighing heavily, and his body went limp in my arms.

Hey I made this so I could give you tips on shifting and update you on my progress I how you enjoy and I hope you help because i know a lot of people are hoping to shift

a few short povs I have !!! NOT ABOUT ME !!!

Imagine Scenarios except it's gonna be smutty. All of them. 18+ fsfs

Wonderboy...My poem about undeniable richness of the internal world which is found inside those who seek it...Beyond the material that we may touch all off us are given a toy that can fill any void, depending on how we use it...As a child, and even more now i seek and find joy inside the plains and skys of my mind...Thank you for taking your time to take a quick ride inside...