Candy Mandy

https://www.wattpad.com/story/400534980?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_story_home_section&wp_page=home&wp_uname=justeading4 
          
          
          YOU GIRLIES REALLY NEED TO TRY THIS STORY IT'S FREAKING AOUSOME
          
          
          ALSO SORRY AUTHOR FOR POSTING IT ON YOUR PAGE BUT WHEN I READ IT I WANTED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS

HEEY DOES ANYONE KNOW N AWESOME TAEKOOK FRIENDS TO LOVERS FF?

y’all I’m starting to think Wattpad is my toxic ex because what the FUCK is going on 
          
          I literally just posted a whole ass book playlist for my new book. like I carefully assembled that shit.. the “main character staring out the window while it rains even though it’s not raining” energy.
          
          and guess what happens. NOT. ONE. FUCKING. NOTIFICATION.
          
          like HELLO??? HELLO??? did the notification system slip on a banana peel and die??? did the servers just look at my post and go “nah fuck this author specifically”???
          
          because this is starting to feel PERSONAL. like Wattpad is sitting in the corner of the server room smoking a cigarette like a toxic ex going “oh… you thought your readers were gonna see that?”
          LIKE YES??? THAT IS LITERALLY THE WHOLE POINT OF THE APP 
          
          I swear every time I post something Wattpad just grabs it like “thanks for the content babe. I’ll keep this.” AND THEN HIDES IT FROM EVERYONE ELSE LIKE A POSSESSIVE PSYCHO
          
          bro is gatekeeping my own damn STORY like “no no you wrote this for me.”
          sir???? ma’am???? toaster??? whatever the fuck you are??? RELEASE MY FOLLOWERS FROM THE BASEMENT 
          because right now Wattpad is acting like that ex who blocks everyone on your phone and then goes “why don’t you have friends anymore?”
          
          MEANWHILE I’m over here refreshing my stats every 30 seconds like a feral raccoon with WiFi looking for ONE crumb of engagement like damn did I offend the algorithm??? did I forget to sacrifice a goat??? do I need to spin in a circle and chant “oh mighty notification gods please stop fucking ghosting me”???
          
          anyway if you’re seeing this hours later just know I DID post earlier but Wattpad grabbed my playlist, shoved it in a dark basement, locked the door, and hissed at anyone who came near it
          
          at this point I’m about to kick down the server room door like
          
          “GIVE ME MY FUCKING NOTIFICATIONS BACK YOU BALD ASS ALGORITHM”
          
          BRO LET MY READERS OUT OF THE DAMN CAGE 

WATTPAD COUNT YOUR DAYS 
          
          Why y’all acting like my chapters are a secret underground drop?? I POST. I CLICK PUBLISH. I SIT THERE LIKE ️️
          
          And y’all just… don’t notify people???
          
          Fight me, @Wattpad. What’s the beef. Who hurt you. Why are we beefing.
          
          ANYWAYYYYY 
          
          Since the app wanna act shy, I’ll say it myself:
          ✨ NEW CHAPTER IS UP ✨
          
          Go read it
          Love y’all. Stay feral but hydrated. 

Can anyone please confirm me, did you get the notification for "Mama I am in Love with A Criminal" 1st chapter?

Wow you uploaded the new book you told us
           and planned with us , I am really excited for this..... 
          
          LOVE YOU
                                                           -your fanbitch 

Okay wait. Before anyone judges me.
          
          If I post another book tonight after literally just finishing one… am I going to look desperate?
          
          Be honest. Because in my defense IT’S NOT ME. It’s my ADHD. I physically cannot sit still. My brain does not believe in peace. The second I finish one story it’s like:
          “Cool. Anyway. New plot just dropped.”
          
          I swear I tried to relax. I tried to be normal. I lasted approximately 12 minutes.
           So if another book appears… just act surprised. Pretend I planned it. Let’s all behave.
          
          I promise I’m not desperate. I’m just creatively unwell.
          
          Love y’all. Please enable me.

I was on vacation.
          
          Like actual vacation. Brain off. Toes out. Touching grass voluntarily.
          
          But apparently 2–3 members of the Realism Enforcement Agency decided Babybot’s bodily functions were a national crisis and clocked in.
          
          So let’s talk.
          First to the THOUSANDS of you who loved this book, defended Babybot like he’s your adopted metal son, sent essays longer than my grocery receipts, cried, screamed, theorized  I love you. Genuinely. You’re the reason this story has a pulse. I’m stupidly grateful.
          
          Now.
          
          This is for the committee who wrote shit bout my book.You questioned Babybot’s bodily functions. Eating. Sweating. Sleeping to recharge.
          
          As if I didn’t explain it. In the book.
          
          The story takes place in the future. The FUTURE. That big stretch of time where technology evolves, biotech exists, organic-mechanical hybrids are already being researched, and AI is leveling up every year.
          
          But somehow your brain went, “Nope. Innovation stops at 2026.”
          
          Be so serious. Science fiction is built on one question: *What if?*
          
          What if machines evolve?
          What if synthetic biology merges with robotics?
          What if consciousness reshapes design?
          
          You’re not exposing a plot hole. You’re allergic to imagination.
          
          And here’s the part that might sting:
          
          It’s my book.
          My world.
          My timeline.
          
          If in 200 years robots recharge through sleep cycles and regulate heat through bio-synthetic perspiration, that’s not a debate. That’s canon.
          
          You don’t have to like it. But acting like fiction needs your engineering stamp of approval is wild. 
          
          Also you’ll accept werewolves, immortal vampires, glittery fairies, and unicorns… but a futuristic robot with bodily functions is where you clutch your pearls?
          
          That’s not logic. That’s selective skepticism.
          
          To everyone who loved Babybot exactly as he is thank you for actually reading and using your frontal lobe.
          
          Anyway.
          
          I’m going back to my vacation.
          
          Babybot is recharging.
          
          And imagination does not require your permission slip.

Is it wrong to say that I am in love with you with just one story, if it is than I am wrong ,    fuckkkkkkkk, it's just so overwhelming, I am in love with your story and I want to be your one true loyal fan 
          I request ,   no I order you to not forget me you can call me your 'fanbitch'. As long as I live I stay loyal to you..... 
          
          
          You actually are not understanding my emotional status Right now it's like I am exploding but controlling since it's night and my parents are asleep... I want to scream ,
          
           open doraemon's anywhere door and just go to you and hug you ...... 
          
          
          
          Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... 
          
          
          In the end --------
          
          I LOVE YOU. with caps lock 
           , and I love you without caps lock 
          
          
          And again DO NOT forget me .... 
          
                                                  - your fanbitch

Nuna, I love your true blood alpha story so so so so so so much, can you make a another one enigma tae true blood alpha jungkook (top tae) i like your stories a lot after reading these i can't take my mind to read others