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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida jue, abr 9, 20205h 49m
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From wanting to have her very Asian last name pronounced correctly at a Starbucks stand, to watching The Lion King on Broadway; Sri Lankan writer Alisha Veeno had dreams just like every other college kid trying to make it big and out of their little island home. But things don't always work according to plan and life - well, life gets in the way. At 25, the newly divorced single mother finds herself going through life's mundane motions simply trying to make sure she can provide for her little girl but by doing so sadly begins to slowly forget who she is in the process - a young woman filled with dreams. That is until she finds a letter addressed to herself from the past.... Now, fresh off the landing strip in New York, with her very adorable three year old straddling her hip, Alisha is ready for a change. She's ready to finally give herself a second chance to experience a new life and maybe, a new love. Highest Ranking: 26/03/2020 #1 singleparenthood 02/04/2020 #2 singleparenthood 07/04/2020 #8 thewattys #23 happilyeverafter
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"That's strange," I said thoughtfully. His brow lifted. "What is?" "I always imagined that if fiction ever stepped out of a book, it'd smell like paper. Or ink. Or something like that." I studied him with exaggerated disappointment. "But you smell human. I feel misled." His lips curved - slow, deliberate. Dangerous. "Oh, love," he murmured. "I may not smell like ink..." His steps slowed. "But I assure you," he continued, leaning closer - not enough to touch, just enough to make my pulse stutter - "I taste like it." Heat rushed to my cheeks, the blush spreading like wildfire as I stared at him, utterly shocked. "If you doubt me," he said softly, eyes dropping to my mouth, "there's a very simple way to confirm." Content Warning This story contains themes and scenes that may be disturbing to some readers, including sexual content, violence and abuse, self-harm, grief and loss, PTSD and trauma, and graphic descriptions of murder and gore. The narrative is raw, unflinching, and meant to challenge and provoke. Please read with awareness. And of course... there's ✨ magic ✨ too. STARTED WRITING: MAY 24, 2024 FINISHED WRITING: OCTOBER 12, 2024

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