Afroz_writes

https://www.wattpad.com/story/406601680?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Afroz_writes
          
          Hi there. I really hope this message doesn't get ignored.
          
          I'm a newbie author on Wattpad trying out plots that are unique and different in a way that you don't usually see on this platform. But because I write such unconventional plots, I'm afraid my stories won't get the engagement they actually deserve.
          
          This story of mine is one that is extremely close to my heart, because it's unique in every single way possible. It may seem like a typical, fast burn soft romance at the beginning, but gradually slips into something dark and twisted by the end. So, if you enjoy reading stories like this, brace yourself because there is a huge possibility your heart will be a mess by the end of it
          
          The MMC is Italian and the FMC is Bangladeshi, which is already a rare combo on this platform. But at the same time, the entire story is told from the male's perspective and the female's side of the story will not be told until the very end.
          
          If you start reading this story, please leave your valuable votes and comments to let me have more encouragement to write and to also push my story to the algorithm so more and more people can find it. Thank you so much, hope to talk to you soon ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Belleame001

"Say it," he growled, his voice rough against the shell of my ear. "Tell me you want this."
          
          My breath hitched as his hand slid up my spine, slow and possessive, until his fingers tangled in my hair.
          
          "I want you," I whispered.
          
          "No," he said, dragging his lips along my jaw, "don't whisper it. I've spent weeks trying not to hear you. Now I want every word."
          
          Our mouths collided like we'd been starving for years—hot, desperate, wrong in every way.
          
          His desk dug into my thighs. My nails raked across his back.
          
          And somewhere between guilt and hunger, he breathed,
          
          "God forgive me... but I need to taste everything I'm not allowed to touch."
           a story full of tension, desire, and forbidden attraction.
          
          If you enjoy slow-burn romance and love stories that cross the line in the best way, I hope you’ll give it a read.
          
          You can find it on Wattpad and ScrollStack.