Coke Vs Coffee
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Echo of the Past
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.Tamamlanmış Hikaye![Bnha x M! reader oneshots [Really Old, Kind Of A Joke]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/186144168-256-k530331.jpg)
Bnha x M! reader oneshots [Really Old, Kind Of A Joke]
I don't own any of the characters is this book, just putting that out there... All requests for chapters are CLOSEDDDD I started this book in 2018 so I know that most of it is bad 😅 There is fluff and smut in this book Enjoy thirsty whores💞!Tamamlanmış Hikaye
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔©
{𝔹𝕆𝕆𝕂 𝕋𝕎𝕆} 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐶𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. . . 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 '𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠' 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛. Start : 20 Sep, 2024 End : 30 May, 2025 Same Warnings ⚠️ * purely fictional. Only the characters are real not the person. So don't spread hate. * bit of a lengthy, advised to read patiently or stop reading. * long chapters. Word count of each chapter is between 2000 to below 3000 * not fluent in English so errors are inevitable * this work is entirely original and should not be reproduced, translated, or used without explicit permission. Any unauthorized use will be reported for plagiarismTamamlanmış Hikaye
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭【𝐁𝐋】
𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶, [𝘔/𝘕], 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. || 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦!𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ||![I'm not Pretty - Anorexic Dream [Compleated]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/278007308-256-k643755.jpg)
I'm not Pretty - Anorexic Dream [Compleated]
Just a book based off my one shot book "Just love" {Dreamnap oneshots} - I'm not pretty. Warning- Homopobic Self hatred Mentions of self harm, Depression, insomnia, anorexia. And some ꪑꪖᧁ꠸ᥴ bullshitTamamlanmış Hikaye
The Beginning
[Alright y'all. Sit your ass down. It's story time.]Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Bad Boys Love Good Boys||BoyxBoy
Disclaimer: this book ended up being more fluffy than smutty coz I lost inspo...I'm sorry 🥺👉🏾👈🏾 MORE IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: this book is a mess, honestly don't read it lol. I lost interest and threw in random things. ---- "I'll lick you up and down before giving you countless hickeys. I'll pump you until you reach your climax and swallow every last drop of your nut. I'll pop your pink flushed dick into my mouth for a second round before letting you come in my mouth. Then will the fun begin. I'll start by thrusting into your tight ass nice and hard for the first few minutes. I'll pump you again as I stir up your insides and mix you up. I'll make it messy and squishy inside. I'll make it so wet that the next time I won't need any lube. I'll let you ride me like a cowboy would a bull and when you're ready... I'll send my cum shooting so far up your ass you'll taste it. I won't stop there either. I'll like your hardened nipples as I slowly thrust in and out. I'll kiss you and suck you neck. I'll make you love me. And when you think you've had enough, I'll cum again and so will you. You'll scream my name and I'll whisper cute 'I love you's' in your ear. You'll whisper them back. And I'll kiss you until we climax again. I'll pull out of you and let you breath into my mouth. I'll kiss you once more before finally letting you rest." ~~~~ Cover by: Ayahs_Graphics ~~~~Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Girl Meets Boy ✅
[COMPLETED] Sometimes I think I have no real personality but a weird combination of likes and dislikes and a morbid sense of humour that masquerades as one.Tamamlanmış Hikaye![Serendipity || Yoonmin [✓]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/111031883-256-k158976.jpg)
Serendipity || Yoonmin [✓]
❝ Nothing and no one could ever keep me from you ❞ ✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*✫*..✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆ Coffee. Two sugars. 10am. Every day the same routine. But when the routine breaks, it's their shared love of baking that brings them together. (The chapters get progressively more detailed so if you dislike short updates don't worry) (There will be side ships. I'm not affiliated with BTS and this is purely a work of fiction of course lol)Tamamlanmış Hikaye
🍓Skephalo oneshots🫐
☆ ALMOST ENTIRELY FLUFF ☆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ☆ Things I WILL NOT do: ☆ -smut -lemon/lime -su!c!de or sh topics -forced -anything with their real names ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ ‧₊˚ ☆ This book will just be fluff, hurt/comfort, and maybe some angst. (Will have swearing) ☆ I do take requests!! ૮ • ﻌ - ა Enjoy these poorly written oneshots I made up on the spot! ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡Tamamlanmış Hikaye
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.
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