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Omul care gândește și nu simte

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abis amintiri copilarie dispret iubire iubit iubita mansarda nebunie omul ranit regasire sarut sentimente singur unic ura victorie

Sunt un om care gândește și nu simte. 
Un om a cărui viață plină de încercări l-a făcut să se refugieze într-un loc mirific unde întrebările, gândurile pun stăpânire peste orice sentiment care ar mai putea să existe într-un sărman om.  "Mirific" pentru că locul ăla este tot ce ai nevoie atunci când cazi în abis ...atunci când Momente și Întâmplări Diferite te fac să simți că Ești înafara vieții. 
Dar oricât de jos cazi, Mereu dar Mereu există cineva sau ceva care te face să speri și care chiar înainte să faci pasul decisiv, te agață cu toată puterea lor și te aduc lângă ei. 
O aventură care te pune pe gânduri. 
Totul se învârte în jurul lor. 
Pune-ți întrebări
dar nu uita să simți. 
Află-mi povestea.
Poate e și povestea ta aici.All Rights Reserved

abis amintiri copilarie dispret iubire iubit iubita mansarda nebunie omul ranit regasire sarut sentimente singur unic ura victorie

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Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 18+ by A_solitude_girl12

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

The unreachable mountain by Growened

"You're unbearable!" He kicks her with utter contempt. "Please tell me where I'm wrong, causing you discomfort was not my intention," she said crying, causing him to hit her against the ground again. "Do you think you can live with good intentions? Didn't you have all the time you wanted to change and learn? You still dare to ask for more!" He yells at her with hatred, he blamed her for being the one will cause a woman to be beaten; He didn't want to be that kind of man. However, what he lived with her caused him to bring out what he hated the most about himself from within. -Forget it love- said a woman who was next to her- it's not worth it- this dog was supposed to be her friend, she was supposed to support her just like she did; however he managed so that he and she hated each other and thus be able to steal it. The woman on the floor does not know how much she was framed and harmed by her naivety, nor did she know that this was the beginning of her misfortunes. Because of that woman she did not stop suffering, wherever she went she suffered verbal or physical abuse and everything was orchestrated by this woman; she didn't know until she was about to faint. "Why?" She asked this unarmed woman without knowing why she hated him so much. She never did anything to hurt him. She just laughed viciously without answering him, she didn't have to waste her time with an insect; leaving La to die imprisoned in the house where she was kidnapped. "Answer me!" She got up from her bed screaming "Eh? This looks like my room; Did I reincarnate myself in the past?" She ran to the bathroom just to see that her assumption was correct. She thanked the heavens for this second chance by promising that she wouldn't be fooled a second time.

Word Of Action!✔️ by saraqat

-I am not good at giving descriptions but please give my story a chance- "He was the calm and she was the storm." They always say, loving someone would turn your life upside down in a good way but I believed that it's the opposite of good, and guess what? I was right. Love was always out of my mind. I drink, eat, and breathe my work I'm the definition of work alcoholic it's the truth. Then one day when I entered this case I knew that it will let me get where I want but for the first time in my life I was wrong. I failed! Not in my work, I failed in my life and I think I deserve it. My dad always tried gaining control over me and I hated it. One day I became sick of my dad's controllers over me so I decided that no one other than me would be in control of my life. Since that day I took the remote control of my life, emotions, tears, future, work, and anything that would pop out in my mind. If you wonder what happens if I wasn't in control the answer is I don't know or let me say I didn't know! Till one day I lost the remote control and it ended up pretty bad! I don't fear love, I fear the idea of someone else having control over my heart & feelings because you never know if the person will cherish you and never break you, or maybe it's only me. I don't trust people it's a survival instinct. And me being a controlling freak over everything doesn't make it any better for me! Love is like a drug, when you have it you feel at the highest place in your life but when you lose it you'll feel miserable, that's what I learned from my story of love. If I lost Serkan I know that I'll break apart and never be the same because I love him so deeply, he's engraved in my heart. And like that when I married Serkan it was like signing a deal with the devil himself. The name of the story has a deep meaning you come to know in the story. ** The story is under editing **

Gowrigaatha - A love story [Completed](The story of Gowri) by Noiceteaforme

"Gowri, run away with me", said Anand. "What!" exclaimed Gowri. "We can't live here with both your family and mine, lets run away", he said. "And?" she asked. "We will go some place far, we both will work and earn, we could rent a small house, buy a tiny car" he said looking into her eyes. "Then?" she asked hugging him tightly, enjoying his warmth. "I will fill your belly with my children, they will drink your milk and sleep in my arms", he murmured against her lips. She looked into his eyes to confirm if he meant it, he did. "Since when did you think about that?" she asked. "Since we were together" he replied. Gowri was called back to her ancestral village of Kaniyankara by her grandfather to arrange a marriage for her. In the caste, money and power driven battle raging between her family, Kalarikkal, and the richest family in the village, Paarakkal, she finds herself tossed along with Anand Paarakkal. Will they find peace and happiness or does fate have something else in store for them? Please check out the insta post made about this book by my lovely reader @lostlovefairy https://www.instagram.com/reel/Czt1xyKxPdS/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== This book is the first of Kalarikkal series and is a standalone book. Start date: 28 July, 2022 End date: 23 Sep, 2022

𝘼𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙝𝙚𝙣 👀❤️ by Writer_Sm_

Keya ha?? *****If you find this story to similar to any story so don't leave reading the chapter name "Leap".****** Andar Jake Dekho.....👀 The story traces an ironic encounter between two people who are blind but are unwear of each other's blindness. A young Boy meets a young Girl in a train compartment. The boy finds the young girl to be attractive and strikes up a conversation with her. Assuming that the young girl can see, The boy describes to her the beauty of the hills. The boys relies on his memory for the description, For he has not always been blind. The boy is quite taken with the young girl and wants to spend a memorable time with her as long as their brief journey lasted. The boy continues to address her not as a blind man but as, someone who could see. When the Girl alights at her destination, the boy is shocked to learn from his new fellow traveller that the young girl was as blind as the Boy himself. But he already fell in love with her but didn't know her, see her, don't know anything about the except her name. Now what Will happened, did the boy will be able to find her. Or it will be a incomplete one side one time love story. To know more peep into the story. Hope you will like it. Do support. Give your valuable advice in comments.❤️🌼 Started:- 8/5/2022 Ranking on #sidneet -302, 10/9/22 #sidneet -416, 11/9/22 -290, 12/9/22 -238, 8/12/22 -328,16/12/22 -160, 26/4/23 -234, 25/6/23 #avneetkaur- 244 , 13/9/22 ( sid's birthday)

Attached To You ♡ 18+ by ladyjanee123

...He approached me and firmly grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards one of the cabins. In a rather brutal manner, he pushed me inside, blocking the door behind him. He leaned his hand against the wall, right next to my face... - I asked you something. What do you think about it? - His behavior deeply embarrassed me. Indecent thoughts started swirling in my head... Me... He... In this confined space... With other people, women, and men on the other side of the door, completely unaware... - We're alone. There's no one else with us. You can answer me honestly now... - They're... out there... and they can probably hear every word we say. Besides, what am I supposed to judge when you're not wearing any clothes? - Shhh! - He placed his finger on my lips... - You wouldn't want someone to hear you, right? - The guy closed the distance between us, pressing his whole body against mine... - Unless... you like it? Tell me, Nunu, do you like being loud? Do you enjoy it when others can hear? - He placed his hands on my chest and started unbuttoning my shirt with one hand... 🌈 - Hia... Look! - I exclaimed cheerfully, pointing my finger at the sky. - NuNew... You are the eighth color of the rainbow to me. - P' said suddenly. - The eighth colour, what does that mean? - Just... mine. - "The light looks so beautiful in the phase of dispersion..." - What? - Ah... Valeriu Butulescu described the rainbow phenomenon that way. I believe his words have a hidden meaning. - What do you mean by that? Sorry, Nhu, but you're the last person I know who would want to analyze some poet's profound thoughts. - Yeah, that's true, poetry isn't really my thing... 🌦 It was late at night, the rain was pouring, and a cold wind was roaring. The echo of doors slamming filled the street... With a backpack on his back, wearing a black hood pulled over his head, a boy with hair as black as coal walked through the Bangkok street in a direction known only to his soul...

My dreamy him | Book 1 by author_wajiha

A girl who thinks she is ugly as everyone in her family always told she is ugly and unattractive and she is shit treated by her own family what happens when the guy she has a crush on turns out to be her sisters brother-in-law. And what happens when her crush aka her sisters brother-in-law falls for her head over heels and goes crazy for her and she becomes his world. Come and read this cute but interesting story And let's see what happens between both of them.... It's a soft romance so there is a lot of romance so read it only if you want and the plot starts after many chapters. There might be many cringy scenes so bear with me. ______________________________________ A SMALL SCENE FROM THE BOOK I pushed him a little "what are you doing shahzain maintain distance with me" I spoke as even I couldn't control myself whenever he used to be close to me I just wanted to hid in his embrace and never leave him. He chuckled" maintain distance with you over my dead body cupcake no one can make me maintain distance with you". He spoke being all confident while there was just an inch distance between us. I could feel his breath on my lips and for me my breath had just stuck. "Breathe princess breathe before I start giving you CPR". He spoke ________________________________________ It's my first book guys so if there is any mistake plz ignore it thank you ...🫶🏻 Still in editing process ....✨ as there are some spelling errors.

Hɪs Rᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ✔[#2 ɪɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ] (Under Editing) by bairiya_

_COMPLETED_ #2 in HATE Series Fabulous 😍 Cover by @weirdosaurs (I don't have any words to describe that how much I loved this cover😍) This book is sequel to I Hate Your Existence, if u haven't read that, you won't understand this book. Top Rankings #1 in wattpadindianawards #1 in watty2020 #4 in agression #5 in australia #8 in daniel #7 in possession "Why were u talking to him?" I asked gritting my teeth. I cant even think anyone near her. She is my wife. And she dont have any right to talk to other men. "I-I wa-was....mis-missing him..." her reply made me to tighten my grip on her hand. She Yelp in pain, but I dont care. She has to know that, she cant miss anybody. "Why? You should know that u r married now. You can't miss anyone. Did u take permission from me?" I yelled at her, she was missing him. I will make sure from now on she didnt get any call from this man. I know he is married. But I cant risk. "I-I m sor...sorry.." she replied, I held her jaw with my hand tightly. Tears were making their way to come out, this satisfied me. I so wanted to watch her in pain. "Ok. Now u r sorry, then let's do something so that it can satisfy me." I said looking into her eyes. "Wh-What I have to do?" She asked still confused. I smirked at her. "Kiss me. Now." I ordered her, her eyes widened at this, those tears which were drained, now started coming out again. He met her only for few hours, but he hates her to the core. He never knew he will become from a funny person to a serious man just because of her. He hates her to the extent but he didn't want her to go, where there is hate, there is possessiveness. And he can't see her go, yet he left her, because of his own sake. She was not at all an innocent girl, but she hadn't done anything to him, yet he wanted to see her in pain. ... Share this story with ur friends and support me by doing that.... Jayanti__ Started:- 23/04/2020 Completed:- 20/05/2020

LET ME HATE YOU by AnjaaniSadek

Ever wonder how your supposed best day of life will turn into a lifelong nightmare. Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE" and "same loved ones". Marriage is intended to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny which ended their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of regret which she has to live for the rest of her life. But why?. For other, he was forced yet he promised to seek revenge for sure., for seeking "Her" place. Who is Amaan referring to as "Her"? Who is this "loved ones" that connects both Asmara and Amaan and why do they hate each other so much without even meeting each other? "Please......." the only word that she could manage to say while trying to get out of his grip and sobbing. "Please......Let..........Me..........Go, " she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Don't be afraid honey! I realized my mistake of not accepting you as my wife and to mark the start of our marriage how about I gift you something, " He whispered while leaning close to her ear emphasizing on the word 'gift'. Sensing her fright, he placed his hand on her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?". He spoke with an evil smirk. " I know it is your first time and I promise to be gentle with you, My Wife" Note: This is the first draft of the story and since then had not been edited as I'm busy writing my other stories on "Booknet." If you find typos or grammatical mistake or narration is not perfect, kindly ignore since your feedback about it would be of no use as you are reading an unedited story. I would edit it once the sequel to Kabir Hashmi is finished. And yes please be considerate when you comment. First, it's a fictional story and second, it's someone's hardwork. #5 in torment-Sept 2020 #2 in torment-23rd Sept 2020

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A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.