Lunawrites2724

Hey cutiesss
          	I'm really, really, really sorry for being MIA for so long The moment I changed my phone, I lost access to all my accounts Wattpad, Instagram and Scrollstack and it's been months of trying to get everything back
          	But I'm finally here and it feels so so good to be back
          	I know many of you were waiting for the next chapters and the book to be completed and I truly appreciate your patience. I can't thank you enough for sticking around
          	I'll start posting regularly again but 1 still need to figure a few things out especially Scrollstack as I don't have it back yet. If all goes well I'll start uploading chapters from 15th August onwards.
          	Once again thank you from the bottom of my heart for waiting so patiently. I've missed this space and all of you more than you know.
          	- Hopefully still your fav sister duo

f4ti_maa

@Lunawrites2724 author its been so longg, how r u
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pearls_moon

@Lunawrites2724 Author, it's october end. Please try to update, we miss you!
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pearls_moon

@Lunawrites2724 You're finally here author!
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Sheya_wrts

I sincerely apologise to the author to promote my book here without her permission, in case if it's not allowed.
          
          Every word has a pulse.
          Every story has a cost.
          Each word she writes reshapes the world..
          And the line between author and god begins to blur.
          When fiction bleeds,
          no one is safe from the author.
          
          CRIMSON FREQUENCY is more than just sci-fi.
          It blends psychological thriller, buried secrets, and a past the world was never meant to uncover.
          As a zombie apocalypse unravels everything they thought they knew, a group must fight not only the undead—but the truth hidden behind their own reality.
          Because sometimes…
          The real horror isn’t the monsters.
          It’s the one holding the pen.
          
          Read to know more!
          
          © All Rights Reserved
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/403877891?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Sheya_wrts
          
          
          
          And in case if you like Dark romance, then give this a try: Ananya: His Salvation
          
          A story where the author unintentionally finds herself in the same situation as one of her books she wrote. Living her life with the least of the worries, she felt eyes soon around her and realised she was being stalked. To worsen the situation, she got a parcel one fine morning where the secrets of her past lay hidden. Unspoken. Intriguing.
          
          A story where the underworld businessman came to India to find a mole that hid amongst his trusted men. And obsessing over an author was the last thing in his plans for coming to India. Yet he finds the peace in her, which he didn't realise he needed. 
          
          Two people, troubled with pasts.
          Both from different worlds with different goals.
          A woman who doesn't know she was being stalked.
          A man who wouldn't ever let her leave.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/401764138?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Sheya_wrts

pastelpearl_

 #NEW BOOKS
          
          "Why are you here?" he demanded, voice a low growl, words trembling on the edge of rage. "In my territory. In my empire. What do you want?"
          
          V.S. took a step forward. One deliberate, measured step. The click of her boots echoed through the marble, sharp and intrusive-like a warning.
          
          "You," she said, voice calm, steady, chillingly intimate. "Mr. Raghuvanshi."
          
          Raghav's blood ran hot. Fury ignited, spreading like wildfire under his skin. He took two quick, sharp steps back-not in fear, but in preparation, predator acknowledging prey.
          
          "Don't you dare come near me," he snapped, voice dropping to deadly calm, his hand drifting toward his gun. "I already have the world's prettiest wife. I don't allow anyone else near me."
          
          She didn't step back. Didn't flinch. Instead, the rage in her eyes softened ever so slightly, revealing a different layer-cold, poised, untouchable.
          
          
          "Maybe," she said quietly, almost casually, almost amused, "I'm prettier than her."
          
          Every word struck him, sharp as a knife. His hand tightened around the gun, knuckles white, calm and lethal fury coiled like a spring in his chest.
          
          "Leave. Now," he warned, voice low, measured, every syllable carrying the weight of lethal intent. "Or I won't think twice before shooting you where you stand."
          
          Her voice softened. Not surrendering. Not frightened. Almost intimate.
          
          "Your wife," she said quietly, her tone eerily calm, "is very lucky."
           
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/406993657?utm_source=android&utm_med

AuthorserrrrA

 #MAFIA_SERIES 
          
          Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning.
          
          She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest.
          
          But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside.
          
          Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face.
          
          "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it.
          
          But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air.
          
          In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek.
          
          Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes.
          
          She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek.
          
          Then-thud.
          
          He let go.
          
          Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside.
          
          Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips.
          
          "You lost," he said.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400266339?utm_source=android&utm_med
          
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Author_avani

Hey readers ❤️
          They weren't meant to be. Their love was never gentle-it was wild, reckless, and ruinous. He became her obsession, and she became his weakness. But when the past came knocking, threatening to shatter them both, love was no longer enough to save them.
          Story of Viransh Rai Singhania and Avira Malhotra.
          
          Tropes:-
          CEO x Fashion Designer 
          Forced proximity 
          Touch her and die
          Grumpy x Sunshine
          Grovelling
          Arranged marriage 
          Slow burn romance 
          Toxic past
          She fell first, He fell harder
          Love and Hate
          Second chance
          Enemies to Lovers
          
          Due give my book a chance you all
          
          -Ruined with Love https://www.wattpad.com/story/390769762?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Author_avani