Wattpader: When He Became Real
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  • Reads 150
  • Votes 73
  • Parts 2
  • Time 15m
Complete, First published Jul 08, 2020
This work is an English One Shot Story.

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Hearing those words from him, makes my heart flutter.

Hearing those words from him, makes my heart crazy.

Hearing those words from him, makes me dream so well.

Dream.

He's a dream I can never have.

I am a wattpader. He's a fictional character.

And it can only come true.

When he became real.

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Hi there, my name is MissDaintyZy, and I'm glad that you're here reading my story.

This is a work of fiction. Any names that are in this book are all fictitious. It wasn't intentional if it is same by someone's name, living or dead.

Please be aware of typographical and grammatical errors along the story. I'm still a rookie writer and not a professional one.

All rights reserved. Any part of this book are mine, myself. So, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means without my permission.

Copyright © by MissDaintyZy
Book Cover by Jashy_Jash

For any further questions about the book or for some interactions, please connect with me on the following:

E-mail: yarhinelle@yahoo.com
Telegram: MissWattpadWriter
Spare Wattpad Account: MsDaintyZy
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