Talia HL

✨ AbRaCaDaBrA! ✨
          You've been cursed!
          By my power you must now curse 10 people!!
          
          (Hey thereee <33
          This is a good curse, the curse of good luck!)

I am takinga breack from Wattpad and wont be on next week. I'll be back on Friday

My email is taliahoover67@gmail.com if you (magicstar08) want to message me. I will be taking this post down in a day because of my own personal confidentiality.

someone said this on our story,
          
          @magicstar08 You're welcome! Your story truly inspired me as a concept artist! I’d love the chance to bring its world to life, whether that’s through character designs, scene illustrations, or anything in between. I work on a commission basis, so if you're interested, we can discuss the details further on another platform!

what should be in our next chapter???

LOOK AT OUR RANKINGS IN OUR STORY!!!!!

here: 
          She let the name settle like smoke.
          
          “Bonheur?” Tyler echoed, confused. “That’s French. It means—”
          
          “‘Good fortune,’” Wednesday cut in coldly. Her tone was steel, but her insides churned. “Strange name for a girl covered in mud and blood.”
          
          Kira tilted her head, still standing too close to Tyler. Her eyes—an unnatural shade of storm-cloud gray—locked onto Wednesday’s with sharp amusement.
          “It’s a cruel little joke from the gods, I think. Fortune never comes free.”
          
          Wednesday hated how calm she sounded. As if she’d already won some invisible game.
          
          Tyler took a cautious step forward, eyeing her carefully. “You said fellow Hyde. How do you know that about me?”
          
          Kira's gaze snapped to him, eyes now soft with something that almost resembled pity.
          
          “Because,” she said slowly, like she was revealing a secret the moon had whispered, “I can feel it. Like a frequency only we can hear. You’re fractured, Tyler Galpin. Your shadow snarls in the dark... and mine answers.”
          
          Wednesday’s jaw tensed. She didn’t like this. Not the poetry, not the hand on Tyler’s arm, not the way this strange girl walked like she already knew their stories.
          
          “You said you know everything about us,” she interrupted sharply. “How?”

!!!!!IMPORTANT PLEASE READ!!!
          
          Dear Wattpad Community
          
          SPREAD THIS!
          
          POST IT EVERYWHERE, ON EVERY BOARD YOU FIND, SEND IT TO EVERY FRIEND YOU HAVE!!
          
          There is a website called teenfic. net (w/o the space but Wattpad is blocking these kinds off links) that is coping EVERYTHING from Wattpad, every User, every Story, EVERYTHING. ILLEGAL. Obviously.
          
          You can search up yourself and find the story's YOU wrote.
          
          And the worst part, from this website, EVERYONE can copy everything and use it as their own.
          
          It's really terrible...
          
          There is a petition to sign to get this website taken down.
          
          https://t33nfic.net/
          
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          https://www.change.org/p/ivan-yuan-promote-shut-down-teenfic-net?recruited_by_id=a62c2a30-9606-
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          PLEASE SIGN AND SPREAD THIS SO IT CAN REACH AS MUCH PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE!!
          
          (original message from Lost_in_N3verl4nd)
          
          
          
          I found my fics published under the exact same account name, with the exact same number of views and everything. Please sign! Everyone could copy our works over there and claim it as their own.

Here is the continuation. There is a little hole in between where your idea and mine take place, but a simple time skip can fix that up.
          
          ——
          
          Woe! You Know Us?
          
          She moved briskly, pace as fast as the wind during a cold, stormy night. Her jacket fluttering lifelessly as the butterflies in Wednesday’s stomach. A small seed of lust was in Wednesday for the ever-changing Hyde-boy beside her, but it felt just as dead as Isaac Night.
          
          A high-pitched shriek pierced the night, knives of sheer terror clawing at the air. Immediately, Wednesday ran toward the sound, dust kicking up in the murky forest.
          
          There was a girl, no older than 15, blazing down the mud as if the roots and underbrush were mere ants. Her shoulder length, mousy brown hair was streaked with red and gunk. Wednesday couldn’t tell if the red was hair dye, blood, or both.
          
          The girl’s eyes widened in shock, as if she was seeing a corpse for the first time (Of course, Wednesday didn’t even flinch when she saw hers, though). Her eyes flickered from the six-foot bleeding beast to the short but terrifying teen. With a shaky breath from her blood-stained lips, she spoke.
          
          “Wednesday Addams,” she drew in a short gasp of air. “and Tyler Galpin?”
          
          Her voice was dry and choppy, like she’d been stuck in a desert for a year with only a single drop of water. Or, as if she’d been running from the very monster that gutted Tyler like a fish.
          
          “Who are you, and how do you know us?” Wednesday demanded.
          
          The two of them were very well recognizable, but something in the girl’s eyes screamed that posters weren’t the only sight she had gotten of them.
          
          Her eyes bulged again, “I know everything about you,” her voice coming out in a breathy whisper.
          
          As if she had gained confidence, her mud-stained boots stepped forward. Wednesday seemed frozen in place as the girl reached out and put a well toned finger on her cheek. She traced it down from Wednesday’s eyelid to jawbone, cupping her chin to lift to the girl’s eyes.

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