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"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝑰𝑺. 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏!!! " ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ What began as a glance turned into a challenge. What began as obsession turned into devotion. She noticed him before he ever realized it - watched him, studied him, memorized the quiet strength he carried like a crown. He was never meant to be easy. A man of standards. A man who believed in forever in a world addicted to temporary. He was her fascination first. Her weakness. Her silent war. But when he finally fell - he didn't stumble. He burned. This is not a love where she walks behind him. Not a story where she stands ahead to lead. She stands beside him - equal in fire, equal in madness, equal in loyalty. They are not soft. They are storms learning to breathe together. They are sparks that refuse to dim. Dangerous when provoked. Unbreakable when united. A slow burn that simmers beneath teasing glances and fierce arguments. A romance built on challenge, pride, and choosing each other - again and again. She fell first. He fell harder. And when they loved - they loved like fire. Beautiful. Blazing. Unstoppable.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒍... 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔- 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆... 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒕, 𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒕. " ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ He is discipline. She is danger. He is an honorable Army Major, loyal to his nation, living a life bound by duty and principles. Love was never a part of his plans... and he never wanted any woman in his life. But fate had other plans. She is a mystery... a woman feared by many and known by few. The Dark Queen of the Underworld, a hunter who rules the dark world with power, intelligence, and ruthless authority. And yet... The queen who never bowed before anyone became deewani of a man who barely acknowledged her existence. Two completely different worlds. One bound by law and honor, the other ruling in darkness and chaos. What will happen when a loyal Army officer crosses paths with a woman who controls the underworld? Will he hate her... Or will he slowly start seeing the woman hidden behind the dark queen? Will he ever accept her? Will he fall in love with the very danger he is sworn to fight? Or will their worlds destroy each other before love even begins? A story of obsession, power, destiny, and unexpected love.

بیرۆکەی ئەم چیرۆکە پیت بە پیت و وشە بە وشە بیرۆکەی خۆمە و هەموو ڕوداوەکانی ناو ئەم چیرۆکە بەپێی مێشکی خۆم ئەنووسم وە بیرۆکەکەیم لە هیچ چیرۆکێک نەبینیوە چوونکە ڕوداوەکانی ناو چیرۆکەکە تەواو جیاوازە لە چیرۆکەکانی تر گ کۆپی کردنی چیرۆکەکەم لە کەسایەتی خۆت کەم دەکاتەوە👍

بێزەحمەت هەرکە چیرۆکەکەمت خیندەوە بەدرت بو زۆر سوپاس وسەرسەرو چاوم بەس تکایە فکرەی لێ مەبە چونکە هەموویی هی خۆمەو مافی تەواوی لۆخۆم دەگەرێتەوە وپێوەی ماندی بوومە کاردۆ :بارەباب ئەگەر بتەوێ دونیات لۆ دەینمە سەر دەستان شەم:بەراست ئۆندەت خۆشدەوێ؟؟ کاردۆ:خۆشویستن چیە؟؟ لۆت دەمرم مارەباب شەم~کاردۆ"❤️∞ ئەو قژە بۆ شەم یان بەڵایە یان بەخت بەڵام بۆ 'شەم' بوو بە گەورەترین بەڵا کاتێک 'ئاغا کاردۆ ' ڕێگەی لێ گرت. چیرۆکی کچێک کە خەونەکانی لە جانتایەکی قوتابخانەدایە و پیاوێک کە عەشقەکەی وەک هەڕەشەیە. ساڵی ٢٠١٠، گوندێک و هەزار ترس.

Family Sickics and Oneshots

لەسـەر خاکـی کـوردسـتـان دوو عەشیرەتی گەورە و خاوەن دەسەڵات ساڵانێکی زۆرە ئاگری دوژمنداری لە نێوانیاندا کڵپە ئەکات عەشیرەتی سەرکەش و عەشیرەتی زاڵ ئەم ململانێیە کاتێک هێڵی سوور دەبەزێنێت کە کوڕێکی عەشیرەتی سەرکەش کارێکی وا دەکات هیچ عەقڵێک قبووڵی ناکات کچێکی عەشیرەتی زاڵ دەڕفێنێت و سنووری شەرەف و کەرامەتیان دەشکێنێت ئەم ڕووداوە ڕەشە هەموو پردەکانی ئاشتی تێکدەشکێنێت و دڵی هەردوو لایەن پڕ دەکات لە لێوان لێو لە ڕق عەشیرەتی زاڵ بۆ پاککردنەوەی شەرەفیان بڕیارێکی بێبەزەییانە دەدەن بڕیاری تۆڵەکردنەوەیەکی هاوشێوە پلان دادەڕێژن کچێکی عەشیرەتی سەرکەش بڕفێنن و هەمان شت بەسەر ئەودا بهێنن لێرەوە کایەی تۆڵە دەست پێدەکات و بێتاوانەکان دەبنە سووتەمەنی ئاگری مێژوویەکی خوێناوی...

Harry Potter returns after two years away to discover Ginny Weasley with someone else. She's moved on. He hasn't. And now he must confront what he left behind; before it slips away forever.

║ 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕎𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 ║ "Fuck you," I cried out, retracting my hand to inspect my injured finger. The small, throbbing pain was a reminder of our confrontation. "See? You can't help but play the damsel in distress." His large hands enveloped mine, inspecting my injured finger with surprising gentleness. Victor's touch ignited both irritation and an inexplicable warmth within me as he rubbed the sore spot with a tenderness that caught me off guard. "You just can't help it." He pressed a soft kiss to my palm, leaving me momentarily stunned as he released my hand. "Sit down and take a few deep breaths." __________________________________ See introduction for more.

They were never meant to cross paths-at least, not in any way that mattered. He carried his anger like armour, sharp enough to cut anyone who came too close. She held her faith like a quiet promise, even when she didn't yet know how deeply she needed it. From the moment they met, conflict sparked between them: harsh words, clashing beliefs, and a silent competition neither wanted to acknowledge. They were opposites in every way that counted, bound by circumstances they couldn't quite escape. But life has a way of softening hard edges. As days turned into weeks, something shifted. The arguments didn't stop, but beneath them grew an unexpected understanding. A shared vulnerability. A longing neither dared to name. And as he began searching for peace-real peace-he found himself drawn toward the faith he had once ignored. Their story is one of yearning and restraint of painful mistakes and the courage it takes to forgive. This is not a love born from perfection, but one forged slowly, gently, in the spaces where two wounded hearts learn to heal. ___________ Alas! Meet ya'll in the story!

خۆشەویستی هەندێک جار نەخۆشییەکی بێ دەرمانه کاڵێ کچێک کە جیهانی بە چاوی بێتاوانی خۆی دەبینی بەڵام لە لایەکی ترەوە هەڵۆ هەبوو وە ک ناوەکەی تیژڕەو ئەشقی ئەو بۆ کاڵێ تەنها هەستێک نەبوو بەڵکو جۆرێک لە ئاڵوودە بوون و نەخۆشی بوو بەڵام کاڵێ کەسێکی تری خۆش دەویست دڵی بۆ کەسێکی تر دەسووتا وه کاتێک هەڵۆ دەزانێت کاڵێ کەسێکی تری لە دڵدایه هەستی هەڵۆ لە سۆز و خۆشەویستی دەبێته غیرەیەکی ژەهراوی و غیرەش دەبێته شێتییەکی وێرانکەر هەڵۆ بڕیار دەدات مۆتەکەیەک بنووسێتەوە کە بە هیچ خەونێک کۆتایی نەیەت

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هەموو شتێک لەو ئێوارەیەوە دەست پێ دەکات کاتێک پاسەوانەکانی پاڕک جیمین بە هەڵە کچێک دەڕفێنن. دەستپێکردن: 18-8-2026 کۆتای: ؟؟؟؟؟ MY FIRST STORIE💖".

She was only ten years old. Too young to understand the world she had been thrown into. Too young to carry a weapon. Too young to know what freedom felt like. But the Red Room had never cared about her age. Victoria was trained to be invisible. A child no one would suspect. A little girl who could walk into places no adult agent ever could and leave without being noticed. She knows how to lie. She knows how to fight. She knows how to disappear. What she doesn't know is how to be a child. When a mission takes her into the middle of something far bigger than she could have imagined, Victoria's carefully controlled world begins to fall apart. For the first time, she starts questioning everything she has ever been taught. Maybe she isn't a weapon. Maybe she never was. She was just a little girl who deserved a choice.

«ئایا خۆشەویستی دەتوانێت لە تەمومژی درۆدا بژیت؟» دیان و ڕاژان؛ دوو ڕۆح کە لەژێر کاریگەریی سۆزێکی پاک و کتوپڕدا دڵیان بە یەکتر بەخشی، بێ ئەوەی هیچ لەبارەی ڕابردووی یەکترەوە بزانن. بۆ ئەوان، دنیا تەنها لە چاوەکانی یەکتردا کورت ببووەوە. ​​ بەڵام کاتێک ڕابردوو بە بێدەنگی دەگەڕێتەوە و ڕاستییەک ئاشکرا دەکات کە ته‌واوی جیهانیان دەهەژێنێت، هەموو شتێک دەگۆڕێت. ​ئێستا، دیان ناچارە لە نێوان شاردنەوەی ڕاستییەکە و ترسی لەدەستدانی گەورەترین خۆشەویستیی ژیانیدا، یەکێکیان هەڵبژێرێت. ​«کاتێک تەنها ڕێگا بۆ پاراستنی ئەوەی خۆشت دەوێت... درۆکردن بێت لەگەڵیدا.» خۆت خوێنەربە🩶 . . . . . . . . دەستپێک: 17/7/2026 کۆتایی: نادیاررر ​

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Open (😻) On "Hiatus" ( ) Closed ( ) ~~~ Cats are creatures that are known for their independence, intelligence, and mysterious ways. Here in Whiskers & Writing, we celebrate their uniqueness and the uniqueness of every person's writing! This book club was made not only for people to explore new books, but also to build a community and long lasting friendships. We do function like most clubs but with a few additions as well as twists and turns. But overall, we're all about relaxing, having fun, and helping each other out when needed! And you don't have to love cats or own cats to join this club, all you need is to love reading and writing on Wattpad! 😸💛 ~~~ As you might know, W & W was a successful club in the past but was closed to be improved and the ideas reused with a little tweaking! With that being said, for the old members who are rejoining, many things will be pretty similar to the past version but please make sure to read everything because the club, HAS CHANGED. ~~~ (P. S Cats and clans are just fun additions, not affecting how the club works really) Discord for club (REQUIRED): in the account bio ~ Founder, Evangeline🩷

── .✦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟑 She was the girl who ruled Tommen like she'd been born to it. He was the boy who walked through its doors and knew what he wanted from it. She thought he was arrogant. He thought she was impossible. Neither of them knew how to back down. And neither of them was willing to let the other win. ── .✦ boys of tommen fanfiction johnny kavanagh x oc started: august 9th 2026 finished: ongoing

"Who is his father?" Joong looks into the eyes of the man he never stopped loving and lies, "Not you." But some lies are born from hatred. Others are born from love. And while one love is trying to survive the past, three others are quietly becoming impossible to hide. A green-flag CEO has spent five years loving his reckless Playboy best friend. A man who spent his childhood blaming his stepbrother's father for destroying his family begins feeling something he was never supposed to feel. And a bodyguard falls for the one person he was ordered never to love. Four couples. Four secrets. Four kinds of love. Some are waiting to be confessed. Some are waiting to be forgiven. And some... were never supposed to be spoken at all. ᴜɴꜱᴩᴏᴋᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. Because sometimes the loudest love story is the one nobody dares to say. --- 🌻🔝 🥑 ⬇️ 🐼🔝 🐻⬇️ 🐬🔝 🐺⬇️ 🇳‌🔝🇸‌⬇️

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