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A Pool Full of Second Sunsets (More Than A Wish)
This is a story turned into poetry about two people who were just trying to move on- not fall in love again, not this fast, and definitely not with each other, but somehow did anyway. It starts in an abandoned pool where we throw one penny every afternoon before sunset and make stupid little wishes we pretend do not matter. At first, the wishes were about forgetting old heartbreaks. But somewhere between the teasing, the arguments, the long stares, and always meeting at the same place, things slowly changed. Then suddenly, without saying it out loud, the wishes became about each other. A Pool Full of Second Sunsets is about growing up, moving on, and finding comfort in the person you least expected. It is about late-night overthinking, awkward feelings, almost-confessions, and learning that young love does not always arrive perfectly... sometimes it starts with rivalry, healing, and a coin sinking into quiet water.Concluída
Her cursed prince I Dhruv Taara -18+
1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content
THE GIRL THEY BETRAYED
She was their princess. Then she became their shame. At seventeen, Aadhira was accused of a crime that tore her family apart. Overnight, she lost her home, her reputation, and everyone she loved. Seven years later, she returns as the bride of Arjun rathore. To her family, she is still the girl who ruined everything. To her husband, she is an unwanted responsibility. But while everyone is busy judging her, Aadhira is hiding secrets of her own. The past isn't over. The truth isn't dead. And someone should have made sure she never came back. • misunderstood daughter • arranged marriage •secret identity •cold fml × indifferent ml • strangers × life long partners •strong fml × strong ml
My Spoiled Brat (girlxIntersex)
CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic![Simple and Sweet [Chaos Series Part 1]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/375051563-256-k776228.jpg)
Simple and Sweet [Chaos Series Part 1]
Harman's world is small, just him and his little daughter Purvi. Being a single father isn't easy, but Purvi's giggles, stubbornness, and tiny hugs make every struggle worth it. She is his whole universe... his reason to smile after every exhausting day. Their life is simple, chaotic, and full of adorable father-daughter moments... until Anchal enters their lives. Anchal, a girl from Bihar, comes to the city looking for a fresh start. Carrying insecurities about her weight and constantly doubting herself, she rents a room in Harman's house as a paying guest. What she doesn't expect... is a tiny tornado named Purvi. Within days, Purvi claims Anchal as her person....dragging her into bedtime stories, snack time, and kindergarten dramas. Soon the quiet house is filled with laughter, playful arguments, and Purvi's daily complaints about her class rival Rihan. As days pass, the line between tenant and family slowly fades. Harman begins to notice how the house feels warmer when Anchal is around. Purvi has already made up her mind... But Anchal still believes she is only temporary in their lives. Between adorable childhood rivalries, heartfelt moments, and unexpected laughter, this story is about love finding its way into the most unexpected home. A heartwarming romance-comedy filled with cute chaos, healing hearts, and one little girl who might just be the best matchmaker of all. #indian 1 #romance 2 #singlefather 3 #singleparent 3 #1 indian #5 India #3 romcom #4 Romance #romance 4
မေတ္တာမိုးများ.....ရွာစေသောဝ်
ဒီ ရပ်ဝန်းလေးကို နှစ်သက်မိသွားပြီ.... ဒါဆို ဒီနေရာ ဒီရပ်ဝန်းလေးမှာလိုလိုလားလား ငါရဲ့အချိန်တွေကိုဖြုန်းလိုက်တော့မယ်.... ဇွဲလျှံဘုန်းတင့်....
SAGADA
SAGADA Inspired by the song "SAGADA" by Cup of Joe WYATT ALEXIS GATCHALLIAN She vowed her life to God. He never believed in forever. So why does it feel like their hearts were written in the same prayer? AYOKONG IKASAL. I never dreamed of a wedding. It was beautiful, sure---for some. But not for me. Hindi 'to ang buhay na inaasahan ko. Hindi ang pinto na 'yon ang naghihintay sa'kin. Hindi sa ganitong paraan ako magsusuot ng telang puti. Hindi. Ayoko. Hindi ito ang pinlano ng Diyos para sa'kin. Because my dream was different. I thought I heard it in the stillness of dawn, in the hush of chapel walls, in the gentle rhythm of prayers. I thought I knew the life God was calling me to live. But then, he came---Wyatt Alexis Gatchallian. Parte ng isang bandang kinakabaliwan ng lahat. His life is loud music, late nights, fleeting kisses, and freedom without consequence. Palaging lasing. Palaging magulo. Palaging hindi ko maintindihan. and yet somehow, he's the one I'm told to marry. Arranged. Unexpected. Unwanted. I wanted to serve God. They wanted me to serve tradition. Now I'm stuck in the space between this mess. Between a God I've always loved and a man I never asked for... Pero bakit habang tumatagal parang hindi na makuhang lumayo pa ng mata ko sa pagtingin sa kaniya. The more I try to push him away, the more he starts to feel like a hymn I never meant to memorize. And maybe... just maybe... He's been searching for something sacred, too. How do you choose between a calling you've always known... and a love you never saw coming? 05/22/25Concluída
Siła Nadzei
syndykat powraca! Emila Rokita była zwyczajną dziewczyną która chodzi do publicznego liceum z dala od syndykatu. Na zajęciach z polskiego poznaje chłopaka,który wydaje się normalny. Okazuje się ze jest związany z światem którego nie nawidzi. Patryk Długosz syn Grzegorza długosza jest już dorosly i pracuje dla Kosy w syndykacie, nigdy nie doznał uczucia miłości każdego trzyma na dystans. Gdy dowiaduje się z kim spotyka się emila postanawia wtrącić się ponownie w jej życie. Tymczasem w Poznaniu pojawia sie talejmnjcy klub GoGo,w którym dziewczyny tańczą za pieniądze mężczyznom,ekipa syndykat postanawia zbadać tą sprawę. Patryk i emila to będzie mocne i śmiertelne połączenie i wiedzą ze świat dla nich może być bezlitosny Syndykat powraca,a wraz z nią cała rodzinka syndykatu.Concluída
This is a story turned into poetry about two people who were just trying to move on- not fall in love again, not this fast, and definitely not with each other, but somehow did anyway. It starts in an abandoned pool where we throw one penny every afternoon before sunset and make stupid little wishes we pretend do not matter. At first, the wishes were about forgetting old heartbreaks. But somewhere between the teasing, the arguments, the long stares, and always meeting at the same place, things slowly changed. Then suddenly, without saying it out loud, the wishes became about each other. A Pool Full of Second Sunsets is about growing up, moving on, and finding comfort in the person you least expected. It is about late-night overthinking, awkward feelings, almost-confessions, and learning that young love does not always arrive perfectly... sometimes it starts with rivalry, healing, and a coin sinking into quiet water.
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