VeloriaValmonta

Hey
          I wanted to share something close to my heart.
          Whispers of a wandering heart-its just not a book it’s me trying to do what I love but was always hesitant to do.
          So if you love a easy going,feel good,slow burn,love story about a girl who thinks she can’t get that heart melting,butterflies in the stomach kinda love but then she experiences love at the moment when she least expected it to happen-do give my book a read and share your views on it,it would mean a lot to me
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/398531389?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=ChaptersAndCoffee

Her body — scorched earth under his gaze-promise. Dawn brings not relief, but the heavy clarity of a victor.
          New part of The Orbit of Her Wound: https://www.wattpad.com/1600693431-the-orbit-of-her-wound-chapter-6-2-a-constellation

Done voting from back up account 

A bedroom turned sanctuary, turned operating theatre. She floats in a feverish limbo — a constellation of chills and heat. He does not heal. He observes, catalogs, waits. The illness is not a crisis to be solved, but a language to be mastered. His silent vigil begins.
          
          Chapter 6, Part I is here: https://www.wattpad.com/1597228940-the-orbit-of-her-wound-chapter-6-1-a-constellation

Velvet darkness, saturated with night jasmine. A man haunted by the scent of her fear and the echo of her lie: "It's just a ritual." His mistake was permission. His vengeance will be a new creation. What is more dangerous: a hunter who feels your fever from miles away, or a guardian who has decided to rebuild you from the ashes of your own illness? His silent war declares itself.
          Chapter 5, Part II is here: https://www.wattpad.com/1594573015-the-orbit-of-her-wound-chapter-5-2-black-dawn

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          Thanks for the votes

Thanks for the votes ✨

What if someone else's fever was the first thing you felt at dawn? Not the sun, but the heat under their skin. Not a dream, but the convulsive twitching of their fingers. He knows the map of her illness better than she knows herself. Because he is the cartographer. He tastes copper and dust on his tongue — the unique flavor of her decay. This is not a treatment. It's a hunt. Black Dawn has broken. Dive into the first part of Chapter 5:
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1591713937-the-orbit-of-her-wound-chapter-5-1-black-dawn