Dear friend

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This is my story. The good. The bad. The happy. And the sad. Take whatever lesson you want from it. I hhoe I can help someone.Todos los derechos reservados

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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

My cousin broke her heart. I'm going to be the one to fix it. I'll do everything I can to. *mature themes, language, trigger warnings* Started: May 11,2022 Completed: August 28, 2023

Jessica's stomach fluttered, her gaze dropping to his lips then back up again. "I always hated my hair colour growing up." She observed, why did people bully you for being ginger? It was such a weird thing to bully someone for. He shook his head, as though he couldn't believe what she said. "Why?" "Kids are cruel." "Kids are idiots. Your hair is.... inspiring." "Inspiring?" She questioned. "Poets should write about your hair." His finger curled around the strand he was toying with, and the world seemed to melt away. "It catches the light sometimes, like a flame. It's so..." Their eyes meet. And Jess takes in the way his breathing deepens, the way he licks his lips. She steps even closer, basically pressing herself into his arms. "It's so...?" She asks, begging for him to continue. "Beautiful." He breathes. *** Falling in love with your bestfriends girl is never easy. You want her. Crave her. But ultimately, you can't have her. *** This story is about falling in love again after loss. *** Jessica Hughes had the perfect life. She loved to bake and was actually really good at it! She was married to a great man, who she loved dearly, Adam. He was a Doctor in training, and they were so happy together. Until one day, when he was suddenly gone. The life she once cherished was gone. *** Jake was focusing on his music, trying to distract himself from his feelings towards his best friend's girl. Jessica. She was everything he wanted. But ultimately, she was forbidden. Only made more forbidden after his best friend dies. *** Adams death reminds them both how special and fleeting life is. How do they both learn to cope with their grief, but also their undeniable pull towards each other? *! Contains mature content!* TW: child abuse/neglect Drugs Death of a loved one

This is a dumb story that is very very loosely based on my college life and also my dreams. The point of the writing is to be shitty, so keep in mind the sucks on person. I wrote this over the course of like 3 days with some voice memos, a lot of confusion, and ChatGPT 4. This is something to read in order to truly appreciate real writing later.

[UNDER EDITING] ~Tere aane par jaana maine, Kahi na kahi zinda hun main.~ ⋆ ───────── ⋆ She was BROKEN by the man who was supposed to protect her. He was the man who HEALED wounds he never created. She thought her life ended the night she was raped by her own husband. He made her believe that maybe... she could live again. And while he slowly became HER SAFE PLACE... She became the HOME he never had. Dive into a story where two broken souls meet... and slowly learn that maybe love can heal what life shattered. ⋆ ───────── ⋆ Tropes • Friends to Lovers • Second Chance Love • Slow Burn • Healing Love • Revenge • Romcom ⋆ ───────── ⋆

Dear You, From, Me [COMPLETED & EDITING] de musicalnerd98

In life, we all have our own roller coaster. It goes up and down and swirls around. We have the greatest moments to never forget and we have our worst memories we try to erase. I wish my life was better than what it became, but the world, isn't a wish granting factory. You get what you get, and you have to deal with it. Like they always say, everything happens for a reason. From, Me "She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible, she walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings." Cover: pathways_end [tysm love] Started: July 13, 2015 Finished: January 17, 2016

Who else am I to tell when no one wants to listen, but to tell the paper my woes and joys with the pen in hand as a messenger.

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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present.

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