The MUSKmelons

The MUSKmelons

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WpMetadataReadConcluida jue, feb 27, 20251h 16m
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"There are stories that shake the heavens. Tales of warriors, lovers, and empires lost to time. This... is not one of them." This is the story of four idiots and their relentless pursuit of chaos. No one knows exactly when or how it began. Some say it was written in the stars, a celestial alignment of drama and questionable life choices. Others claim it was forged in the dark depths of a group chat that refused to die, surviving where countless others fell. But we, the ones who lived it, know the truth. It all began with a simple message. One notification, innocent at first. And then another. And another. And before the world knew what had happened, a chat had been created-not out of friendship, not out of loyalty, but out of pure, undiluted nonsense. This was no ordinary gathering. No, this was a divine conspiracy. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, had brought together four forces of nature, four unstoppable personalities that should never have coexisted in one place. A walking enigma who only speaks once every eclipse and when he does, someone's self-esteem is obliterated. A linguistic war criminal who speaks in English so advanced, it loops back into nonsense. And a demonic archivist who remembers everything, hoarding screenshots like an ancient scribe preparing for the ultimate blackmail war. A hopeless romantic who sees the moon as his only loyal companion-forever lost in grand love tragedies, sighing poetry to the night while the world moves on without him. Together, we became the MUSKmelons. Not friends. Not allies. A cult. We have seen things. Chats that should never have been read. Confessions that should never have been made. Love stories born and brutally murdered in real time. No moment of weakness is ever forgotten. No message is ever truly deleted. And no one, not even the strongest among us, is safe. So, enter at your own risk.
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Love. Something that I've always believed in. Something my mom taught me is the most beautiful, precious thing in the world. Some people say gives your life a purpose, and some say it completes you. Some say it's beautiful, some say it's pain. But for me it's her. She's love. She's the only meaning of love I've ever known, Anaaya. I love her the way I've never thought it's possible, and I love every tiny thing about her I didn't know I'd love and I've lost count. And I still can't call her mine, but I knew since the beginning. I am hers. Only hers, more than I belonged to myself, I belonged to her. But here I am in the darkness of night, under the stars, as they witness her turning her back on me and walking away leaving me in this darkness where I couldn't find myself without her. Every drop of her tear burnt me into ashes, every ounce of her pain killed me a million times, I no longer know how many times I died seeing her hurt. Her dark eyes, the mirror of the night sky. No longer held the twinkle of the brightest stars. It was just darkness now thats surrounding me. I've lost her. My Anaaya. And standing here with a stray tear, I wonder... will she ever love someone like me. ******************* Love is pain, but it's also beautiful. And you cannot forget your first love. Author's Note : This book is the part two of the book "With A Girl Like Me". Before you read this, please read the part one.

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