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BREAKING NEWS: I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD. 
          
          Yes, you read that right. I. AM. BACK. After one whole month of being MIA, I have finally updated. And no one, I repeat, NO ONE, is more relieved than me.
          
          You DO NOT understand the pain I was in. Writing isn’t just some hobby for me—it’s my soul on a page. It’s how I breathe. It’s how I exist. I write when I’m falling in love, and I write when I’m falling apart—and right now? Both. (We don’t talk about that.)
          
          But for the past month? I couldn’t write. I was suffocating. Actually going insane. Every day, I could feel my talent just rotting away while I was stuck in the never-ending hell of school. My weekends were supposed to be sacred writing time, but instead? I was being held hostage by history projects, geography assignments, and science practicals that I honestly DON'T care about. Who needs to know the range of a magnet when I have a perfectly good existential crisis to focus on?
          
          And the worst part? People don’t take writing seriously. They see it as "just a hobby." EXCUSE ME? This isn’t just a hobby—this is my everything. My mind is basically a chaotic mix of characters screaming, plotlines unfolding, and dialogue forming at 3 AM, and when I don’t write? It’s like all of that is trapped inside me, begging to be let out.
          
          So yeah, I’ve been struggling. I’ve felt like I was losing myself, like I wasn’t me anymore. But today? I said screw it to my maths homework (which is still very much pending), and I WROTE. And it felt so damn good.
          
          To my patient, beautiful, amazing readers (yes, all five of you):
          
          - I love you. Seriously.
          - I’m sorry for disappearing. I was fighting for my life out here.
          - I AM BACK, AND I AM NOT STOPPING.
          
          So go, read, enjoy, scream at me in the comments—I don’t care, as long as you know that I fought tooth and nail to get this update out. And if school tries to snatch me away again? Tell it to square up.
          
          ~Shaz (the unhinged author who survived academic warfare but not her own feelings)

Hey! I don’t know if you are accepting reading requests or not, but it would be great if you could give my story and chance. Feel free to vote if you enjoy reading it, and do not forget to comment your thoughts and reviews on it. Thank you for your time. I apologise for the inconvenience.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/389263370?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Lotsoflove8
          
          

Hey! Up for V4V and F4F? Btw, I am Jude. 

hi !!! if ur interested in a Harry Potter’s twin sister x Draco Malfoy fanfic please check my story out :) and sameeee i saw ur profile im such a huge potterhead haha i love the franchise so much!! :)

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG—
          
          1K READS ON FATE’S BROKEN PROMISE?!?!?!?!?!?
          
          I WAS JUST MINDING MY BUSINESS, OPENED WATTPAD, AND BOOM—MY JAW? ON THE FLOOR. MY COFFEE? ALMOST SPAT IT OUT. MY HEART? PROBABLY SKIPPED A FEW BEATS. I DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD GET HERE THIS FAST. I’M IN SHOCK. I’M IN LOVE. I’M HAVING A MOMENT.
          
          TYSMMMMM TO EVERYONE WHO READ, COMMENTED, AND LITERALLY JUST EXISTED IN MY BOOK'S UNHINGED, CURSED LITTLE WORLD. Y'ALL ARE THE REAL ONES. ✨
          
          OKAY BYE, I’M GONNA GO CRY AND STARE AT THE SCREEN SOME MORE. 

Just a random poem I wrote which I wanted to share with everyone since it's real:
          The greatest lie a writer tells,
          Is that their words are born from spells.
          For every tale they twist and bend,
          Is pain they cannot quite defend.
          
          That child crying in the dead of night,
          Is me, alone without a light.
          The hands that bruise, the voices sharp,
          Are mine, carved deep within the dark.
          
          The tears that fall in silence, still,
          Are mine, as time refuses to heal.
          The broken soul, the shattered heart,
          Are pieces torn, worlds pulled apart.
          
          I write of pain I cannot name,
          Of ghosts that haunt me, just the same.
          The bruises on my skin you see,
          Are memories locked, too raw to flee.
          
          Each word I write is born of fear,
          A scream too soft for you to hear.
          The love I crave, the love I lost,
          Is buried deep, no matter cost.
          
          So when you read, don't turn away,
          Know that the child inside will stay.
          The words I write, the ache you feel,
          Are wounds I bleed but can't reveal.
          
          In every line, a part of me,
          A fractured soul you’ll never see.
          The pain I mask, the truth I keep,
          Is mine alone, buried so deep.

(OLD ANNOUNCEMENT)
          
          Alright, I’ve done it. Drum roll, please… After much internal debate, I've decided to change the name of my fanfiction from Secrets of the Forgotten Heir to… Fates Broken Promise.
          
          Yes, yes, I'm aware that I'm the human version of "indecisive." 
          
          Before you start throwing tomatoes, hear me out: I’ve got this really important reason behind it—okay, maybe not that important, but I’m feeling it, okay?Anyway, it's official now, and that’s all that matters!
          
          I know, I know, I’m that person who can’t decide on anything, but hey, if there’s a title that feels right, it’s this one. So, if you’ve been following along, just update your bookmarks and remember, we’re still here for the wild ride, and I’m 100% not regretting this (yet).
          
          Anyway, enjoy the chaos. And please, no tomato-throwing... or if you must, throw some glitter instead. 
          
          Thanks for sticking with me through the rollercoaster of indecision!
          
          Yours indecisively,
          ~Shaz

Girl, I'm so glad I found you. I've never had a person respond to every. Single. One. Of my comments. And I thank you for that. You are such an amazing author and I love your humor. You match my energy so well, and I love it. ❤️❤️❤️

Alright, alright, I KNOW. Don’t look at me like that. Yes, I’ve changed the cover of Secrets of the Forgotten Heir again. You can stop judging me now, thanks. 
          
          Look, sometimes the cover just doesn’t vibe with the darkness and chaos of the book, and I can’t help it if my artistic soul has a meltdown every two days. It’s a process, alright?! A messy and beautiful process.
          
          So, get ready to witness the most chaotic cover change yet. Hold your wands (or your tea mugs, if you’re a Muggle), because this one’s gonna knock your socks off… or at least slightly misalign them. ✨
          
          If you’re thinking, “Why does she keep doing this?” Well, my response is simple: Because I can. And because The Heir deserves to be immortalized in perfection.

Happy New Year, my little army of chaotic readers! 
          
          We survived another year—barely—and dragged my small, humble Wattpad book along with us. If you're still here despite my questionable update schedule and tendency to leave you hanging on cliffhangers, congratulations, you're officially more loyal than a Hufflepuff!
          
          This year, I promise (kinda) to keep delivering drama, angst, and fictional characters you'll probably fall in love with more than actual humans. Let’s face it, they’re better anyway.
          
          Here’s to 2025—may it bring us more plot twists, fewer typos, and the strength to deal with my chaotic brain. Thank you for sticking around and making me feel like less of a lunatic shouting into the void. Stay unhinged, stay magical, and don’t forget to leave a comment, or I might just add you to the cliffhanger list. Cheers!