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Norton is a popular nerd if that makes any sense to you. Well he's not popular for being hot or being on the football team because he's not athletic at all, he's popular for being the guy who does all the popular kids homework and assignments. Starline is a unpopular nerd because she has this hatred towards popular kids except Daniel whom is her best friend. The unpopular nerd finds herself helping Norton with the popular kids homework and starts developing feelings she's never felt before.

He was everything, she was nothing. It was a high school crush. Now, she is everything, and he is nothing. @curlyheadedperez 2016

Wattpad often highlights rude alphas and villains in love, but the real world needs stories that set better standards. In my first Wattpad story, "Soothe My Heart," I break the mold. Follow Bela as she navigates the toxic love of Siddarth, a privileged playboy, and the genuine affection of Rivaan, the kind-hearted good guy. Dive into this tale of love, self-discovery, and resilience. Men written by women never disappoint. Read and share your thoughts!

This is a poem describing the beauty of night. Hope you guys enjoy the poem

After Adore finds out the boy that everyone has a crush on little secret she secretly starts to fall in love with him which angers her boyfriend they break up and she goes on a adventure to find him she finds out what he is but he tries to deny it but she's knows anyway.

The faint scent of jasmine floated through the room, mixing with the soft hum of rain tapping against the tall glass windows. Aarohi stood before the mirror, her reflection glowing under the golden light. Her lips curved slightly as she carefully applied a thin layer of gloss, tracing the shape of a smile she didn't even know she wore. Behind her, Arhaan leaned lazily against the doorframe - dark shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled, gaze fixed on her like she was the only thing that existed in his world. Aarohi caught his reflection in the mirror and sighed, pouting just a little. "You know, Mr. Rathore," she murmured, voice laced with mischief, "sometimes I think you stare at me too much." Arhaan's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as he pushed away from the frame, his steps deliberate, heavy with the weight of unspoken affection. "And sometimes," he said, his tone low and velvet, "I think you notice it too much." Her fingers froze midway, the gloss still in hand. She met his eyes in the mirror - molten, unreadable, impossibly intense. "Maybe I do," she said, a soft laugh escaping her. "But you could at least blink once in a while." He moved closer, his reflection growing beside hers, his presence wrapping around her like a second skin. "Can't risk it," he whispered, his breath brushing against her ear. "I might miss a second of you." Aarohi turned, her heart betraying her calm. His closeness always did that - turned her pulse into thunder, her breath into rain. She tried to look away, but his gaze held her still. "You're impossible," she whispered, cheeks blooming in the soft lamplight. Arhaan's fingers found her chin, tilting it up gently, reverently - as if even touching her required permission. His thumb traced the faint sheen of gloss on her lower lip, eyes softening into something dangerously tender. "Only when it comes to you, Mrs. Rathore," he said, voice barely above a breath. Outside, the rain deepened - 🪷

-Life is beautiful in all it's colors, even the darker ones, they're here for a reason.

This poem is from the perspective of a boy who sees a girl and admires her beauty. He describes her as much as he can and appreciates the art that she is. He appreciates art and tries to put into words his expression of beauty he sees anywhere and everywhere, in humans, animals, weather and what not. Surf through and experience the art he sees.

A lesbian, girlxgirl, love story. I hand wrote this, all personally by Sarah Kell! Please, read and enjoy.

A three-stanza poem that was written by the Author itself for the person she really love and indeed seen her as astounding as she compared it to an artwork.

Her heart that as pure as the greatest diamond.

Not an obsession, just an opinion.

He was the moon And I was just a star He was shining bright like a piece of art And I was only admiring him from afar

I have deathly nose bleeds all the time. I'm a living cherry soda stream- this is a poem. Its self explanatory.

A poem about my special one who drifted away as a consequence of my acts.