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///A collection of the poetry, short stories, blurbs, and other things that I write in my passing time. Enjoy!All Rights Reserved

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When I met him on a rainy afternoon the air smelt like gardenias. My black oxford pumps were soaked from accidentally stepping on a puddle, and the tiny yellow umbrella I held up barely saved me from the chilly rain. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, the sky was pink and blue. I was starving and almost craving to smell the stuffy scent of my closed up home's small living room. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, his son held my feet out of the blue and called me 'mum'. He rushed out of the restaurant only seconds later, his cheeks a pale flushed hue. When I met him one day on a rainy afternoon, he looked up into my eyes and apologized. And inside my head, I thought to myself... what a lovely way to meet a lovely man on such a lovely rainy afternoon. ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• 1st Draft - 15/03/18 2nd Draft - 08/08/20 Published : 28/08/21 | Paperback & Kindle Cover : Sierra Po Trailer : boba

This is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or random thoughts that have popped into my head that I was able to make more of. I've never known how to say the words aloud. Even if i did I never had the confidence to so. So I would write. I hope you enjoy and are able to feel something.

COMPLETED✅ Two high school teenagers finding themselves, analyzing this ever changing world, and building love. This is the type of love you wish you found in high school but probably know way too well that it only exists as fiction. Today I'm turning my fiction to reality. ❣️•••❣️ Excerpt: Just as I was about to seek shelter under some building's roof, the tires of a car come to a halt, I wonder who might pity the lonely girl walking in the rain. The passenger window rolls down, and I spot the most unexpected person seated behind the wheel. "Get in" comes out his voice, and I must've stood there agape for a few moments because next comes his rhetorical question. "Are you getting in or continuing walking in the rain?" Eyebrows raised expectantly. He sounds annoyed, like he regrets his decision to ever stop and help me. ❣️•••❣️ #5 in cynical #2 in loveandfriendship #1 in opinionated #4 in ihatelife #10 in nerdgirl #10 in HighschoolRomance #26 in GoodGirlBadBoy *contains mature themes. *contains cursing.

"You look perfect," he whispered into my ear. "Well you look a mess," I responded plainly, but he could sense the waver and doubt as I released a small whine. "That so..." he cooed huskily into the crook of my neck, feeling my pulse with his softened lips. His hand grabbed onto the both of mine, placing them above my head, as my mind began to spiral, "Then why is it you stare at me?" "I don't know," I whispered cockily, clenching my thighs. "Oh?" he spread my legs open fastly with his knee, watching my mouth fall open with delight. "𝗠𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻, 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮?" • • • Working as a maid for the most powerful kingdom, Gloria Manú has yet to feel greater than what she is. As if fate were real, she was taken under care of a knight. The captain, to be exact. He wasn't like the happy adventurous soul that she possessed. He was quite the opposite. Cold, emotionless, and intimidating. Yet somehow, his protective side made her feel like a princess. That's all she's ever wanted, and she started to fall in love. Nonetheless, he didn't see her in the same way she saw him, despite the constant hints. He'd always forget her confessions. Will he ever realize what he means to her and how long will she have to remind him? ⚠ Will Contain Mature Content ⚠ ➥ Started: 4/30/21 - Finished: 5/18/21

Drops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from where I stand I don't care if I'm under a storm All I know is those little drops are stories Every day I learn new things from this horror But I can turn them into drops of poetries. This is a compilation of my poems :)

COMPLETE "Just how wet are you for me?" He rumbles in my ear. His hand dips into my underwear and I gasp at the sensation of his finger brushing against my clit. I grasp his shoulders, holding tight, as his finger lowers towards my entrance, feeling for the nectar that only he seems to be able to draw from my body. "You're soaked baby." He groans. I can no longer form words as his mouth latches onto my nipple. My stomach tightens feeling him caress my most intimate areas. ************* After a bitter divorce, a 30 year old man comes back home to live with his parents. They throw him a welcome home party , where he is instantly drawn to a young woman. Getting to know her only makes his attraction grow that much greater. He is determined to make her his even as her own heart wars with her head, pleading with her to not get involved with something that could lead to more heartbreak. Will their love prevail?

Just story/(somewhat) poems, deep and sensitive poems so please view at your risk and take care of yourself!

A Wattpad Featured Novel. (July 2017) _________________________ "Why did you appoint me?" She asked him which made him stop on his tracks. "I don't think I am answerable to you." He sneered. "Do you want revenge for my refusal?" He turned around to face her. An involuntary smirk got plastered on his lips. "I don't believe in revenge and Now if you're done with your questions, I've some important work to do." He said and walked off leaving her, totally confused. _______________________________________________ Perfection is just an illusion. Nobody is born perfect. A story of two different and completely opposite people with their own flaws. Will they be able to accept each other? Or will they be able to overcome their own insecurities and accept themselves 'the way they are'? _________________________ _________________________ Unedited Cover Credits : @Shruti727 Highest Ranking #1 in Chicklit Do Share your views. Thank you. ♡♥♡

This is a series of short stories, poems and thoughts I've written over the years, compiled into this collection. Most of these were written years ago. Some I've written as early as this year (2025). The purpose of this volume is to feel. Feel everything as though you are the main character experiencing each emotion expressed through my writing. These are written through my perspective as a woman, but please let this resonate with you regardless of your identity. Please vote, comment, like and share. Thank you! - nhiamare

Lost And Found (4 Shots) ✔️ by TheAshleyDaniel

"Lost Friends To Lovers" Dad told me real love happens once and when it does, never hide your feelings. Too bad, he told me late. I held them and lost her. Until I found her again. Blue-eyed, brown hair. That dimple on the right cheek, it hasn't changed much. Well, she hasn't changed much either. I can feel her body exuding the same warmth as the old times, her innocence still shining bright like it used to. This little surprise is racing my heart even when she is far from me...wait? Far? With her eyes busy finding something in her handbag, she is coming toward me. Me. Is my back erecting? What is she doing here? In a school? Is she my son's teacher? I find myself curious now. But then, she takes a seat beside me and smiles at the teacher. I can not help but wonder. Is she a parent too? Short Story

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When I met him on a rainy afternoon the air smelt like gardenias. My black oxford pumps were soaked from accidentally stepping on a puddle, and the tiny yellow umbrella I held up barely saved me from the chilly rain. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, the sky was pink and blue. I was starving and almost craving to smell the stuffy scent of my closed up home's small living room. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, his son held my feet out of the blue and called me 'mum'. He rushed out of the restaurant only seconds later, his cheeks a pale flushed hue. When I met him one day on a rainy afternoon, he looked up into my eyes and apologized. And inside my head, I thought to myself... what a lovely way to meet a lovely man on such a lovely rainy afternoon. ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• 1st Draft - 15/03/18 2nd Draft - 08/08/20 Published : 28/08/21 | Paperback & Kindle Cover : Sierra Po Trailer : boba

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