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Not every wound bleeds. Some of them wake up with you every morning. Blooming Through the Ache is a collection of poems for those who learned how to survive before they ever learned how to live. These verses sit in the heaviness of ordinary days-the exhaustion that lingers after sleep, the dreams postponed by responsibility, the quiet ache of feeling detached from your own life. This book is not about healing overnight. It is about waking up anyway. About carrying pain without being consumed by it. About growing in places where light rarely reaches. Written for anyone who feels worn down, unseen, or stuck in a life that doesn't quite feel like theirs, these poems offer companionship rather than answers. A reminder that even in the deepest ache, something within you is still breathing, still resisting, still becoming. This is for the tired hearts. The silent fighters. The ones who blooms, even when it hurt.

✨ 30 Magic Tricks for Wattpad Books ✨ What if writing a story felt like performing magic? 30 Magic Tricks for Wattpad Books is a practical, inspiring guide for writers who want to hook readers from the first line and keep them clicking next chapter at 3 a.m. Inside this book, Magician Atlas reveals 30 storytelling tricks-simple, powerful techniques used to write perfect Wattpad book. This isn't about complicated theory or "perfect writing." It's about illusion, timing, and emotional impact-the same principles that make magic unforgettable. These tricks will help you write smarter, not harder. Because on Wattpad, storytelling isn't just writing- it's performing magic on the page. ✨

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© 2025 Lumaysha Anwar Sadat. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or shared without written permission from the author. --- # Fate Wrote Us Gently Some love stories are quiet. Some are written in the stars. And some... are whispered gently by fate. Zainab Amina Bello is a young woman who believes in patience, faith, and ƙaddara-destiny written by Allah. She has always lived carefully, respecting her family and her heart. Ameer Idris Suleiman is a man who trusts in plans, discipline, and control but the moment he meets Zainab, something in him shifts. Their paths cross unexpectedly, and an unspoken connection grows between them. But life, family expectations, and the quiet rules of tradition threaten to pull them apart. Can love survive when destiny tests patience, faith, and courage? Or will fate write a different story than the one they hoped for? *Fate Wrote Us Gently* is a tender story of love, faith, and the invisible hand of destiny guiding two hearts toward each other.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. In a world where revenge meets romance. Jung Iseul's out for justice after her father was murdered by the NIUA (National Intelligence and Undercover Agents), a corrupt organization. She is brought up by the Kim family- the brains behind the Kage mafia. Enter Kim Taehyung, son of Kage's leader, Kim Taec-Yeon. He's charming, a little mysterious, and way too easy to get lost in. As Iseul teams up with Kims to take down the NIUA, sparks fly, and Iseul finds herself questioning everything she knew about love and loyalty. With thrilling twists, undeniable chemistry, and a dash of humor, BEYOND THE MASK takes you on an exhilarating journey through danger and desire. Will Iseul find the revenge she craves, or will her heart lead her down a path she never expected? The theme is inspired by Gangster x Secret Agent.

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

The Vail of Lotus Kingdom Ishwari travels to the past to kill Rudraksh before he becomes a monster. But what if the man she must kill is the one she begins to care for?

When her cousin ran away hours before the wedding, Inayat Sharma was forced to take her place - and marry a man she barely knew. Zavian Randhawa - calm, composed, the kind of man who never raises his voice - didn't ask for her trust. He simply waited for it. But Inayat's silence hid more than shyness. It hid memories that still made her flinch, and a past that taught her love was something to fear. In the glittering city of New York, two strangers learn that love isn't about grand gestures or perfect words. It's about patience. It's about kindness. It's about the way he held her - slowly. ✨ He Held Her Slowly - a slow-burn arranged marriage romance about healing, trust, and finding love in the gentlest way possible.

this is a collection of poems and stories that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍

Trapped in a cycle of memories. Lost in toxic air. Poem for suffering hearts. Feeling lost? Lonely? Misunderstood? Give this read a try. Dear readers, I thought my words will help you feel less lonely. I want to let these broken souls know that they aren't alone. I wish the best for everyone who feels like they can relate to my words. Sending everyone love and hugs!

A single name from the new guy at work stops him cold: Aira is dead. Cancer stole her two years ago, and no one ever told him. The woman who once knew him better than anyone is gone and she took his deepest secret with her. Back then, in the hazy aftermath of too many late nights, he finally let the truth slip to her alone: something about himself he'd buried so deep he could barely say it out loud. She didn't flinch. She didn't judge. She just listened, held it gently, and swore it would stay between them forever. Now she's buried, and that confession is buried too. But as he replays her old voice messages, leaves wilted sunflowers at her grave, and sits in the aching silence she left behind, the secret begins to claw its way back to the surface. The memories he tried to forget. The glances he pretended meant nothing. The part of himself he still can't name without his heart racing. He thought the grave would keep it hidden forever. He was wrong. Some secrets die quietly. Others wait until their keeper is gone-then demand to be heard.

The fragility of love for a fearful avoidant. The way they love so deeply but are too afraid of losing something that they instead protect it and protect themselves instead. Until they allow themselves to be seen and valued and trust enough that they are safe with love and worthy of having it; see themselves mirrored back in the one that loves them too...they may never have it otherwise. But there is hope.

He typed the message. He didn't send it. Because some questions are too heavy for a reply. Chapter 4 dives into the silence that comes after "seen." If you've ever waited for a reply that never came - this chapter will hurt... quietly.

What if love could linger in pixels? Ghost in the Screen is a haunting love poem for the digital age. It explores the ache of unread messages, the pulse of a blinking cursor, and the fragile intimacy that flickers across glowing glass. A story of distance and desire, where presence feels spectral, yet absence is never complete.

Some feelings don't follow logic - they follow desire. Dream-a-logical lives in that space where emotion takes over.

This poem is a walk taken inward as much as forward through dark streets, inherited vows, and unhealed memories. It speaks of promises not made to the world, but to the self: to the child left waiting, to the scars that shaped endurance, to the quiet faith that survives fatigue. Each step becomes a question, each heartbeat a signature of resolve. It is about carrying sorrow without surrender, and learning how to stay awake to meaning even while moving through exhaustion. The road is long, the night unkind but belief continues to walk.

(A/n baby Hiatus while I focus on school, but I do plan on coming back soon. If I don't, attack me with comments for breaking my promise) "I'm fighting." She signed, determination clear in her eyes. He nodded, "We'll do it." "Hey! Are you crazy? Why would you do that? You don't owe him anything." Jisuk exclaimed, looking between Jiwoo and her. He had been so busy glaring at Jaehyuk that he had never seen her signing, foreshadowing Jiwoo's words. "I agree with what he said. Those two must have complaints." "I just never back down from a fight." the blue-haired girl signed, trying to lighten the mood. But she felt the same way as Jiwoo. She had only recently learned about this world, what right did she have to suddenly jump to the top? ---------------------- Remember people, who does the OCs of the story belong to? Me. Who does everyone else belong to? Son Je-Ho and ZHENA. What belongs to you? You tell me. Seriously, tell me. I have no idea. Maybe a pen? Nah, a pencil. Pens are too expensive. Why are you still here? Read the book already! Please? For me? *puppydog eyes*

"Bound by duty, silenced by love - a daughter's life unlived."

THE COLOUR OF SILENCE drifts into the spaces where words dissolve and feelings breathe in hush tones. This is a sanctuary for the emotions we never learned to speak-quiet bruises, trembling hopes, memories that sit like unopened letters in the chest. Here, silence is not emptiness; it is a palette-soft greys of longing, midnight blues of ache, gold flickers of fragile resilience. Each poem bends toward the unvoiced, tracing the echo of what was meant, what was lost, what still lingers in the quiet. These pages hold sighs instead of sentences, pauses instead of proclamations; they ache, they glow, they listen. This collection is an intimate journey through the landscapes of stillness-where heartbreak softens into grace, solitude blooms into understanding & every unsaid word grows luminous beneath the gentle weight of healing. In this book, silence is not the absence of sound- it is the birthplace of truth, tenderness & rebirth.

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