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RoseDawson4151912

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Maybe This Time (Time Series #1) [Completed] by themistmonarch

TIME SERIES #01 (UNDER REVISION) In the aftermath of a heartbreak that left my spirit shattered, I found myself wandering through the debris of shattered dreams, convinced that love was a distant mirage. Just when the echoes of heartache threatened to drown me, a compelling force emerged-a figure whose presence would redefine my perception of love and resilience. This transformative individual, whose arrival seemed almost serendipitous, became the harbinger of hope in the midst of my emotional wreckage. They navigated the labyrinth of my broken heart with an innate ability to mend the fragments, unveiling the prospect that, against all odds, a personal and profound happy ending was within reach. As their influence seeped into the tapestry of my life, I discovered a reservoir of strength I never knew existed. Together, we embarked on a journey of self-discovery, where the scars of the past became a testament to resilience rather than a harbinger of despair. Through shared moments of vulnerability and understanding, this enigmatic presence became the catalyst for a narrative of renewal and redemption. The unfolding story navigates the complexities of healing and rebuilding, as I grapple with the remnants of my previous heartbreak. The emotional landscape transforms, revealing that love, far from being an elusive dream, can emerge from the ashes of pain stronger and more authentic than ever before. In the embrace of this newfound connection, the possibility of a personal happy ending takes shape-an ending not defined by conventional norms, but one that resonates with the authenticity of genuine emotions and profound growth. The story becomes a testament to the enduring power of love, demonstrating that even in the aftermath of devastation, the heart can find its way back to a place of warmth and fulfillment. *** Photo credits to their rightful owners and is used for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended.

The Sound of Waves by AcireRbns

Would you still choose to fall in love with the same person if you lost your memory? Love is not "if" or "because". Love is "anyway" and "even though" and " in spite of". So I will wait Till the waves let you kiss me by the shore, and let you hug me while the sand hugs our toes and the wind brushes our cheeks. Till you can finally say "I'm home." Till then I'll stand by the shore waiting for you to finally come home.

Everyones Obsessed* by Cie1_5

The past carries an unjust history. Immoral actions mark the present. The future holds untold consequences. Bad things happen to good people, and good people do bad things. | | || ||| ||||| |||||||| ||||||||||||| You, of all people, should understand the obsession. Whether it's the endless hours lost to a screen, the compulsion to scroll through forums, the need for that next high, the haunting grip of past trauma, the fixation on someone unattainable, the pursuit of a fleeting feeling, or even the inexplicable attachment to something as simple as frogs-obsession has woven itself into every corner of your life. •__ •_ •• •_• •_• • •••• / ••_ • •_• I have done terrible things because I let obsession take over me. It wasn't always that way. It started as a lie; it became true one day. I told myself I was in control and could stop anytime, but I only lied to myself. I was powerless. I never wanted to hurt anyone; I hurt him and myself. Now, I'm left with the wreckage of my choices. I wonder if there's any way to get things back to how they were before. Xgbs bqf zpv patfttfc xisg? To us, they are just another random person: the letters carved on the table, the artist of old graffiti, the person who also walked into the restroom, the reason the trash is full, or the garbage thrower on the side of the streets. But to them, they're the main fucking character in their own story, and each mark, item, digital trace, and photo they have makes a fragment of their existence. We may never know their face or name, but the traces they left remind us that everyone's lives intersect, creating a vast web of connections; unnoticed or not, they are never truly invisible. Dy32Al43Dy44|Dy11Al99Dy33|Dy44Dy87Dy22|Dy01Dy87|Dy87Al11Dy01Dy33Dy01Dy01Dy33Al21|Dy32Dy55Al01Al43|Dy21Al99Dy11Dy21Dy65Dy55Al77Dy43|Dy21Dy87Al21Dy33Dy01/

Tragedy ✔️ by stellarflowerwrite19

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! Tragedy can happen to anyone, anytime and anywhere, and the saddest part about that truth is that tragedy is unavoidable. No one can prevent a natural disaster from happening. No one can prevent death from knocking on their doorstep - if it's an accident, or a sickness - it cannot be prevented, and it cannot be avoided. You never know on which day tragedy will come knocking on your front door. You never know who it would strike next - if it would be you, or someone else, or someone who is very close to you. The thing is, with tragedy, it doesn't ask questions before it strikes. It just does. River and Sophia were two people who experienced the same tragedy: loss, but their stories were very different from each other, but they shared the same pain of losing someone they loved, someone who was close to them. And now, suffering the aftermath of their tragedies - living with the guilt, the regret, and the grief of losing someone that was close to them, they have to try to overcome everything, before their tragedy ruins their lives forever. But will it bring them together or would it just be another terrible tragedy? [ word count 130K - 145K ] [ comments does contain spoilers ]

that's Y I wrote iT. by wherlyn_jr

Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. I

fairytales // joe sugg (DISCONTINUED) by alltimehoexoxo

life cant always be the fairy tale you want it to be, and believe me i know this, but even the tiniest bit of hope, will lead me down the path to self destruction, but he was there to pick me up and glue me back together when i lost all hope.

FAME (lizzie young) by bucky_yelena_hoe

JORDANA LYNCH I never had high expectations for my future honestly I didnt even know I would live this long, from young age every morning I always thought "would this be last morning I wake up to" but after a huge "accident" as my mother calls it which entails 3 broken ribs a punctured lung and a huge concussion to the head I stopped wondering and I started fighting, learning all of a sudden the cause of my accident AKA my dear old dad was starting to be carefull around me, started fearing me and what I could do. As he should he'll pay for his sins but not in a church or with a priest but with his blood. LIZZIE YOUNG Since the day my sister jumped off that footbridge all I felt is anger unbelievable and undying anger at the world, the people, everyone and when a cocky but broken girl came into my life it started to lessen of course I would't ever tell her her ego would get in even bigger, secretly I love it but dont tell her I said that.

Finding Christmas by ellemoira

(Completed) Earlier this year, a pandemic crippled the world... December 1 The earthquake hit. December 3 The waters came and the flood overpowered us. My younger brother and sister cry for our parents on the other side of the world. The only consolation I have is "Christmas is coming." My younger sister asked me how we could celebrate Christmas with nothing. I had no answer except, "We'll find a way." *** 2020 brought many unexpected things. The unexpected bad and the unexpected good. With the year coming to a close, I want to dedicate this story to the front-liners, to those living away from family, to the Filipinos affected by the recent typhoons and flood, and to my grandparents who have survived through so much and thrived through it all. Christmas time is the time to be reminded of HOPE, the hope that comes in Jesus' promised birth and life to live, PEACE, the peace that comes from the Prince of Peace alone, JOY, the joy that comes from a fresh start, a new beginning and the birth of a baby (Luke 2:5-7) and LOVE, the love that sent a King down on earth to be a baby so that He could experience life before He'd give His life for us so that we could live with Him (John 3:16) (Not edited. Thanks for reading:)

Patching The Indelible Feelings by capreediemm

LOGAN SIBLINGS #3: Love is like a photograph. It's either we kept it or we throw it away. But how would we know if what we have is to be kept for or it needs to be thrown away and be forgotten immediately? What if we get hurt by a certain person we treasured the most? The person we thought would be the last. Will you still keep it? Or throw it away? Natalia Kianna Switzer. The one who left And Matt Jaxon Logan. The one who got left behind. Perfect for each other but not meant to be together. Are they? Or are they not? Will you still risk a lot of things just to get back the things you've lost? Will you still come back knowing that there's no more things to come back with? Will she able to do the plan? The plan of.... PATCHING THE INDELIBLE FEELINGS. *** Started: 8/30/20 English----Filipino Finished: 9/28/20

Behind You✔️ by Zaynab10_

{Book One: Abdallah series} "I'm sorry jawad" I stammered feeling his warm breath fanning my face, and his dark eyes boring into mine, with hate evident on his face. He pinned me against the wall once again, looking straight into my eyes. A warm tears made it way down my chin, which I had no strength in stopping them. "It's too late to say sorry my dearest wife" he whispered holding me roughly by the waist. At that moment I know I'm in deep trouble. _____ He is selfish and only think about himself. He doesn't care if it'll trouble the people around him. Jawad return from his journey when he gets the news of him getting married or he loses his position of being the heir to his father's company. Farah a beautiful and kindhearted woman, with a nice and loving family. When a marriage proposal came for her, she knew her life is about to change. As she has no opposition about marriage, she agrees to marry the man her parents choose for her. Two opposite are tied in an arranged marriage. Will they keep their differences aside? And make their marriage work? Follow the story of Farah & Jawad Started: 27th October 2018 Completed: 1st January 2020 ©2019 [[word count: 40,000 - 50,000 words]] #7 in marriage 11/10/2020 #1 in wattpadromance 25/09/2020 #7 in spiritual 16/07/2020 #9 in Billionaire on 15/02/2020 #126 in Romance on 19/01/2020 #1 in Islam 28/12/2019 #2 in muslimstory 29/12/2019

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Maybe This Time (Time Series #1) [Completed] cover

The Sound of Waves cover

Everyones Obsessed* cover

Tragedy ✔️ cover

that's Y I wrote iT. cover

fairytales // joe sugg (DISCONTINUED) cover

FAME (lizzie young) cover

Finding Christmas cover

Patching The Indelible Feelings cover

Behind You✔️ cover

Maybe This Time (Time Series #1) [Completed]

TIME SERIES #01 (UNDER REVISION) In the aftermath of a heartbreak that left my spirit shattered, I found myself wandering through the debris of shattered dreams, convinced that love was a distant mirage. Just when the echoes of heartache threatened to drown me, a compelling force emerged-a figure whose presence would redefine my perception of love and resilience. This transformative individual, whose arrival seemed almost serendipitous, became the harbinger of hope in the midst of my emotional wreckage. They navigated the labyrinth of my broken heart with an innate ability to mend the fragments, unveiling the prospect that, against all odds, a personal and profound happy ending was within reach. As their influence seeped into the tapestry of my life, I discovered a reservoir of strength I never knew existed. Together, we embarked on a journey of self-discovery, where the scars of the past became a testament to resilience rather than a harbinger of despair. Through shared moments of vulnerability and understanding, this enigmatic presence became the catalyst for a narrative of renewal and redemption. The unfolding story navigates the complexities of healing and rebuilding, as I grapple with the remnants of my previous heartbreak. The emotional landscape transforms, revealing that love, far from being an elusive dream, can emerge from the ashes of pain stronger and more authentic than ever before. In the embrace of this newfound connection, the possibility of a personal happy ending takes shape-an ending not defined by conventional norms, but one that resonates with the authenticity of genuine emotions and profound growth. The story becomes a testament to the enduring power of love, demonstrating that even in the aftermath of devastation, the heart can find its way back to a place of warmth and fulfillment. *** Photo credits to their rightful owners and is used for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended.