Sirius

"I've gone through everything: from watching my people die to being empty as nothingness," Lucian hisses with a soft smile.
          
          "Why are you even still alive, then?," she asks, not quite understanding his reasons.
          
          "Who? Me?," he smirks at her question. "Who lied to you like that?" 
          
          -
          
          This is not a vampire novel—this is the vampire novel.
          
          Welcome to "From the Dead to a Heartbeat", the world full of vamps, werewolves, demons and witches to which you'll be hooked real soon! 
          
          Genres:
          
          -Vampire
          
          -Werewolf 
          
          -Mystery 
          
          -Humor 
          
          -Thriller 
          
          -Horror 
          
          -Teenfiction
          
          -Dark Romance 
          
          
          Hope you visit such novel! ♥️♥️♥️
          
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Wait where is your story

January
          
          You turned *** on Jan 7 
          
          You were dealing with a crush that had already been around since early 2025.
          
          Music + writing vibes were strong.
          
          February
          
          Still lowkey stuck on that crush.
          
          School stress started creeping in.
          
          You were watching shows and escaping a bit through stories.
          
          March
          
          You were over the crush for a while (you even hated him for 3–4 months ).
          
          School things got heavier — including that Arabic exam, even though you don’t read or write Arabic at all.
          
          You said you prefer simple writing, not extra or cringe.
          
          April
          
          You shared more about who you are:
          
          Half Sudanese
          
          She / her
          
          Comfort foods like tteokbokki  = happiness.
          
          Your story world (Vivienne & Nicola) got deeper and darker.
          
          May
          
          The crush came back 
          (thanks to a shirtless pic…)
          
          You were watching Never Have I Ever.
          
          You were VERY focused on:
          
          Writing
          
          Strong female characters
          
          Cold, and so male POVs done right
          
          June
          
          Your story lore expanded:
          
          Murder secrets
          
          Family betrayal
          
          Heavy emotional tension
          
          You were really invested in complex, messy characters.
          
          July
          
          More dark plot reveals.
          
          You clearly liked drama, angst, and control in your writing.
          
          You knew exactly what you didn’t want:
          
          “No weak men”
          
          “No cringe”
          
          August
          
          You liked the username Solvynxara.
          
          Still very creative, very opinionated, very you.
          
          September – 
          
          You’ve been:
          
          Writing songs (R&B, smooth, mature vibe)
          
          Rejecting anything childish or cringe
          
          Asking for rewrites until it feels right
          
          You’re more confident in your taste.
          
          You know your vibe now — and you protect it.
          
          Next, October – Nov –  December
          
          Life was simple.
          
          No big chaos, no heavy drama.
          
          Just routine, small moments, and breathing space.
          
          You weren’t trying to figure everything out — just existing.

Hello! Really sorry for disturbing you, but I would be sooooo much happy if you gave me a chance and had a look at this story. Pretty please :) It is a fun-filled, teen book blending humor and fantasy. And it is already completed so you will not have to wait for new chapters to come up. If you read it, hope you like it. Anyway God bless you. Have a nice day!
          
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hey guyss Hope yall doin' alright, i wanna ask abt something... can I like write from my phone 'Your choice',  I mean my laptop is not working recently so could I write from here..like do wattpad people write easily from here lol I'm not as good as them but I could try❣️❣️

so, I saw this guy at the park I always went to. I didn’t even know him—not at all—but somehow, I had a crush on him for weeks just from watching.
          The way he walked, the way he stood… like a model who didn’t even know people like me existed.
          I couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot, thinking "he’s the one… even though, looking back, I knew it was all just a daydream.
          
          ,This thought hit me—I wanted to confess to him. Yeah… him.
          
          My sister was dating a guy who hung out at that same park. They’d walk around there all the time, every day or at least every weekend.
          
          So one day, we were walking back home from the park—me and my sister.
          She was yapping about her boyfriend, their walks, their plans… you know, couple stuff. And there I was, nodding like I cared, while secretly thinking about how my love life was basically a ghost town.
          Anyways
          What really made me stop in my tracks… my crush was sitting on the park walls, laughing and chatting with his friends. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
          I told my sister to walk normally, then tried to casually walk out in front of them. I could feel their eyes on me from the corner of my eye, and honestly… my heart was racing.
          
          Suddenly, one of his friends got down and called out my sister’s name.
          I froze. And what he said next… made me freeze even more. Lmafoo.

Hey y’all, it’s been a while.
          I don’t even know where to start. Life’s been… messy. Not the cute, Pinterest-messy kind — more like the "why did I just cry over dropping a spoon" messy.
          It’s weird, right? One day you’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts, and the next day you’re staring at the ceiling like, "Damn, this really is my life..."
          
          The thing about life is… it doesn’t give you a heads-up. No "Next Episode" preview, no spoiler alert. Just chaos with a side of hope.
          
          Some days I feel like the main character. Other days, I’m the background extra whose only line is, "Here’s your coffee."
          
          But honestly? That’s okay. if you’re out there having a moment where nothing makes sense… welcome to the club. We have snacks. And tears. Mostly snacks.

...

Here we go...
          
          
          I met a guy on Y99.
          He was 21 years old.
          We talked a lot—about everything and nothing—like we’d known each other forever.
          He said things that made my heart skip, like:
          “You’re a good girl, this world doesn’t deserve you.”
          Those words stuck with me. I kept thinking about them, over and over, like maybe someone finally saw the real me.
          
          He was amazing, I swear.
          Not just because of what he said, but because he listened—really listened.
          For the first time in a long time, I felt like I mattered.
          
          Then—because I accidentally clicked “new chat”—he disappeared.
          Just like that.
          No way to find him again, no way to say goodbye.
          Nothing but memories left behind, slipping through my fingers like sand.
          
          I cried for almost an hour.
          My chest felt tight, and I had a mini panic attack because it hurt that much.
          How could someone mean so much to me and be gone in a second?
          He made me feel seen, special… like maybe someone out there really understood me.
          And now he’s gone.
          
          I keep replaying our conversations in my head, wishing I could hear his voice one more time.
          Was any of it real? Or just a beautiful dream I wasn’t ready to wake up from?
          
          I’m writing about him here, hoping that putting it into words can bring him back somehow.
          
          May I find you again my angel insallah

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