Comment Histórias

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...

A book club with a focus on spamming a single book in a small period of time.

║ 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.

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

«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 ​

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🩷

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

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 کاتێک چیاکان بۆ بیابان دەگرین∞🤍 زەید:زێدە جەرگ!! شیرین:هم؟ مێشک:دڵ تۆ گەمژەی؟؟تۆ کوردی!! واتا چی کە عەرەبێکت خۆشدەوێت دڵ:نا ئەو وانیە جیاوازە مێشک:تۆ گەمژەی؟؟ جیاوازی چی دڵ: ئیتر رویداو دەرناچێ لەدڵ تا دڵ دەرنەچێ مێشک:پەشیمان دەبیەوە پەشیمانی دادت نادات زەید~شیرین

[ reviewing - closed until i finish ] get a detailed review and in-depth analysis from a self-taught literature student. sometimes, i do special reviews while requesting is closed. it doesn't mean you can request too. but hey, maybe i'll take a special request from you if you're nice enough ;) the form is in the link in my bio. 《lowercase intended. the reviews aren't well-edited too, but that doesn't mean i dunno my grammar》 ⚠️ extremely blunt but supportive. no crybabies. enter at your own will. all rights are reserved ©️ 2021 annabellacx copying my style, explanations, tips... etc. will submit you to getting reported.

You wake up. The world is still here. But everyone else is gone. No apocalypse. No destruction. No warning. Just silence. Cities remain untouched. Cars still run. Lights still turn on in empty houses that no one returns to. And you are alone. Completely alone. At first, it feels like freedom. No rules. No limits. No one to tell you no. But freedom turns strange when there's no one left to share it with. Days pass. Then weeks. And the silence starts to feel... aware. Now you have a choice: Enjoy the world that no longer belongs to anyone... Search for answers that might not exist... Or accept the possibility that something took them all- And left you behind on purpose.

Lucy never imagined that a scholarship would take her from a simple life into the world of the rich. At Starlight Academy, she quickly learns that money and status can decide who belongs-and who doesn't. As the daughter of a maid, Lucy becomes the target of whispers and judgment from students who believe she has no place among them. Then she meets Franklin Blake, the quiet and handsome heir to one of the most powerful families in the city. Despite their completely different worlds, an unexpected friendship begins to grow between them. But Franklin already has a future chosen for him. He is promised to Eva Williams, a beautiful heiress whose family has been tied to his through wealth, business, and a long-standing arrangement. As Franklin's feelings for Lucy deepen, the line between friendship and love begins to disappear. But love isn't always enough. With family expectations, social class, jealousy, and a promise he cannot easily break standing between them, Lucy must decide whether to hold on to a love that may never belong to her-or walk away before it breaks her heart. Sometimes the greatest love stories aren't the ones that end together.

writing a personal blog about my life and adventures of unexpected events that have happened in my lifetime

Just random art, and a fujoshi heart. What can go, so bad with that? Well, I need opinions, and a lot of improvement in drawing! So feel free to jugde, or gawk at it, its all about the art, afteral!

A few years after iCarly, Sam and Freddie are adults now, and they are a couple

Mission: Life. Instead of going on YouTube and documenting, I choose to do it here. There's more of my type of people here. Whether you like the story or not, it's meant for fun. Out of my boredom. Out of.. a way for me to keep going forward. Mission: Life. Hoping to connect with more and new people. While offering a safe space for all. Give advice, suggestions, anything, I'm all ears.

Two down-on-their-luck musicians, Joong and Pond. Fearing for their lives after seeing mobsters commit murder, they go on the run-disguised as women-and join a traveling all-female cabaret heading to Saint Petersburg.

Akai Masemi, as ever love the star as her own. for how long she guided herself to the north, to guide her to see her father that face no longer remembered. it's a shame, shameful. something has happened, the day her father disappeared is also the day she lost her dream. "I don't want to be a detective, nor this... not becoming a black organization agent or a spy or- Becoming like my parent..." 'I want to lay down and watch the star moves, if only... if only I could be a child once again' she thought as that syringe come in contact on her neck as bullet rain coming from behind. (Detco x oc/reader with name(?) can't decide- but choosing name for this story is important than using y/n)

Seventeen-year-old Delilah Hamilton has never felt like she belonged anywhere. Not in Seattle, where her parents' marriage fell apart piece by piece. Not in her own home, where silence hurt more than shouting. And not in Sacramento, where her "fresh start" was supposed to fix everything. Then she meets them. The wrong people. The dangerous kind of friends. The ones who laugh too loudly and don't ask questions. And then there's the tunnel. Old. Unstable. Rumored to be collapsing. They say don't go near it. So of course, they do. Delilah just wanted to fit in. She didn't expect the ground beneath her life-or the tunnel beneath the city-to give out.