Orphic_write

I have unpublished all my books because of things currently going in book community. I can't take risk bimut U CAN READ DR IN SCROLLSTACK I'M MAKING CHAPTERS FREE THERE. 
          	
          	Scrollstack id: https://orphicswrite.stck.me/
          	
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RakhiKothar

@Orphic_write it's not free in the app the last chapters plz upload it in Wattpad fast I can't wait plzzzzzzzzzzz it's a request 
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granthkarika

@Orphic_write ivan's story the one you said you have started where to find it please
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Rir1_ya

@Orphic_write but they're not available there too??
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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

missy37588

Sorry to post here. 
          
          "Hey! Dropping by because I think we share a similar taste in drama... "
          
          ​If you ever find yourself craving a story about academic rivals who genuinely can’t stand each other (but can’t stop staring), I’d love for you to check out Campus Hate. No pressure at all, just thought it might be your cup of tea! ☕✨
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/408435546?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=strawbwrite
          
          ​Happy writing/reading!
          Thank you!! 

Readerdevil

there was a book ...named immortal love and usme fl ml ke pass kisi accident se pahuch jaati h and ml usko koi murderer samjhta h and usko apne ghr pe hi rkhta h but as time passes usko smjh aa jata h ki ye innocent h he falls for her ussi time ..unke koi pooja hoti h jha vo jaate h and fl ko diya lit krne ko kha jaata h aankho pe paati bandh ke and she does that but also vo vha fl ke 2 tigers or lion se milti h and vo bhi usko psnd krte h ...but last chapters me jo author ne post kiye vo ye h ki vo ldka apne pyar ke liye kisi or hi duniya me chla jata h ki vo fl ko bacha sake and uska hamshakal vha aajata h or apni engagement announce krta h kisi buri ldki ke sath and ye sunke sab shock hote h fir fl ko koi kidnap kr leta h and ml ke tiger ke dalne ki baat hoti h but as vo unko pehchan ti h to vo tiger ko gale lga leti h and sab shock ho jaate h ( i guess vo hamshakal ko uski mom pehchan leti h and smthg like kittu bulati )....pllzz it's my request if you know then tell me author ne or bhi book liki h but m ye hi pdh rhi thi and merko iske bare me hi pta h it's been some months probably 8 to 1 year ki vo Wattpad se gayab h pllzz btao

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