Let's Love to Hate
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19 parts Complete Mature
[FEATURED ON WATTPAD ×13] • AMBYS Favourites 2024: Fantasy Novella ▬▬ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 '𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧.' -𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐮𝐬 𝐙𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐤 I had met him. Taehong, I mean. Not once; not twice. But three times. As explicit meetings, of course. Each encounter so different they would seem worlds apart. Each phase bringing such a drastic change in him, I wondered whether it really was the boy I had met before. An enticing recounting of one of the most eventful things, since I had started. It's a small story, really. But don't trust me. Trusting me doesn't save you from reaching the end. Beware, I make promises I can not keep; it's my liability. And also, my strength. Because once you believe me, you might not want to cross me. ▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬ 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 🥇in 8 award shows 🥉in 1 award show 🏅Hyades Golden Book Featured by : @StoriesUndiscovered @WattpadDarkFantasy @WattpadShortStory @Fantasy @Fantasy(Newsletter) @WattpadUrbanFantasy @lowfantasy @SpeculativeFiction @WattpadLitFic @MysteryThrillerIN @WattpadAlternateUniverse @adventure ▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘 - sulkytae
Love, Maybe? by simply_butterflies_
20 parts Ongoing
The sound of pencil strokes filled the silence, a quiet rhythm against the weight of unspoken words. "I don't even like him." The sketchbook lay open, pages curled at the edges, filled with lines she never meant to draw. His face stared back at her-smudged, incomplete, yet unmistakably him. She sighed, pressing the tip of the pencil against his sketched smile. It wasn't fair. She turned the page. Some memories fade. Some never let go. Twelve years ago, there had been a little girl, a locked room, a trembling hand holding hers. Then-running. A door left ajar. A risk that had to be taken. Footsteps pounding behind them. She had escaped. So why did it still feel like she left something behind? Something was missing but she couldn't quite get a hold on what. Now, in a crowded university hallway, he leaned against the wall like he belonged there. "Still pretending you don't care?" Rivan's voice held a smirk, but his eyes said something else. She hated that she knew the difference. "He was my childhood tutor. Now, he's my classmate. If this is fate, I want a refund." A flicker of silver caught her eye-the handmade guitar pick spinning between his fingers. Her guitar pick. She had made it without thinking. Had given it away without knowing. Hadn't expected it to find its way to him. He was laying down, staring at the guitar plectrum (pick) above in his hands. His fingers closed over it. "I wonder if she knows she already picked my heart." The paper crinkled beneath her grip, her unfinished sketch staring back at her. "Tell me, Nitya..." The whisper lingered like an unfinished melody. "What am I to you?" ─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ─── tropes • Childhood frenemies to lovers. • Friends to lovers. • College mates to lovers. ° He fell first and harder. ° Slow burn. ° Long Distance. ° unrequited ° soft romance ° Bestfriend ArchitectxMusician
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my person cover
Complicated Emotion ✓ cover
FIESTY cover
Ruhaniyaat cover
The Good Within (Moved To Inkitt) cover
Love, Maybe? cover
The Enigma of Cursed Love cover
SCENT OF LOVE (editing) cover
Into the Flame cover

𝗦𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗦𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝘁𝘀 | 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋

19 parts Complete Mature

[FEATURED ON WATTPAD ×13] • AMBYS Favourites 2024: Fantasy Novella ▬▬ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 '𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧.' -𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐮𝐬 𝐙𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐤 I had met him. Taehong, I mean. Not once; not twice. But three times. As explicit meetings, of course. Each encounter so different they would seem worlds apart. Each phase bringing such a drastic change in him, I wondered whether it really was the boy I had met before. An enticing recounting of one of the most eventful things, since I had started. It's a small story, really. But don't trust me. Trusting me doesn't save you from reaching the end. Beware, I make promises I can not keep; it's my liability. And also, my strength. Because once you believe me, you might not want to cross me. ▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬ 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 🥇in 8 award shows 🥉in 1 award show 🏅Hyades Golden Book Featured by : @StoriesUndiscovered @WattpadDarkFantasy @WattpadShortStory @Fantasy @Fantasy(Newsletter) @WattpadUrbanFantasy @lowfantasy @SpeculativeFiction @WattpadLitFic @MysteryThrillerIN @WattpadAlternateUniverse @adventure ▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘 - sulkytae