Cinnamonrollwritess

EOF NEXT CHAP UPDATED ON SCROLLSTACK ALREADY 
          
          {For more information and spoiler check this out}
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/372292303?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=Cinnamonrollwritess

Hey Author, I just wanted to check when you are planning to post the next update on Scrollstack? No pressure or demand, just asking.

CHAP 9 UPDATED ON WATTPAD 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/372292303?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=Cinnamonrollwritess

EOF NEW CHAP UPDATE SCHEDULED TODAY ON WATTPAD!!!
          TIME: @18:00 IST

Hey, are you going to post one more chapter this week on Scrollstack?

Author will you update the next chapter tomorrow?

Hi author,when are u going to restart mind games ? 

author can you please say when will be the next update ('_') ????

CHAPTER 9: UPDATED ON SCROLLSTACK 
          
          https://cinnamonrollwritess.stck.me/chapter/1077617/E-c-h-o-e-s-O-f-W-a-r-m-t-h

A Letter to the Author Who Gave Me Courage
          
          I don’t know if you’re a girl, boy, or simply stardust in human skin — but you, dear author, are the reason I finally found my voice.
          
          For the longest time, I thought readers only wanted neat stories. Clean stories. Normal stories — ones that smoothed the chaos and tamed the wild monologues in my head. So I’d write my chapters, then hand them to AI or edit them until my own voice was gone — trying to sound like “everyone else.”
          
          But then I found you.
          And your words weren’t neat. They weren’t tamed. They were wild and poetic and messy in the most beautiful way. Like a secret language only brave writers know how to speak.
          
          And something inside me cracked wide open.
          I realized... maybe the strange way I write — the lyrical, monologue-filled, poetic, chaotic mess I always tried to hide — maybe that is exactly what makes my stories mine.
          
          So for the first time, I posted my story as I wrote it. My voice, raw and untouched. I didn’t edit away the madness. I didn’t bury the poetry. I let it spill, like rain, like dreams, like defiant laughter.
          
          And oh — the happiness that bloomed in me that night. It felt like sunlight after years of shadow.
          
          When I stopped to think about it, I realized: it was you.
          You were the one who unknowingly gave me this courage. Not because I copied your stories — no. But because you wrote as you truly are. You posted without fear. And that gave me the strength to do the same.
          
          So thank you. Thank you for being the kind of writer who dares.
          For being wild enough to inspire the wildness in me.
          You made me believe that my strange little voice might also deserve love. And that is a gift I will carry forever.
          
          — With all the chaos and poetry in my heart,
          A Grateful Reader and Fellow Writer