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Sorry for plugging! If you have time, you can read my story. Likes and comments are highly appreciated, as well as criticism. Thank you!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/320946184?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=naaarine

Hey you fabulous writer! In the spirit of Halloween here’s something witchy for you! 
          
          
           She was born from witchfinders.
He was born from the hunted.
          Now their bloodlines are bound by something ancient—
and something watching.
          Blood remembers. Always. 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/403065982?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=weaslee

Omg, FINALLY! Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you? I swear I read Demoiselle of Omens like ages ago! I can’t even remember the exact year anymore. Back then it was still ongoing and I got stuck somewhere around Chapter 30-ish before life decided to throw me off Wattpad. But here’s the thing, I STILL remember being one of your less than 100 readers, waiting like a loyal puppy for every update. And now? I found you again! Ugh, the joy! Time to dive back into the Trinity series like I never left.

Omggg i found the writer of my fav books Peculiars!!! I’ve been literally looking for the books for months, then I found out na its not public anymore huhu. I hope I can read it again real soon. 

As children, we are taught in simple terms:
          Heroes wear white. Villains wear black.
          Good and evil are clear, clean, and separate. But the world is not.
          
          What we were never told is that some of the kindest hearts beat inside feared men.
          And some of the darkest crimes were committed in the name of righteousness, like sati in modern India. 
          
          This story began the day I questioned why we were never taught to love the morally grey.
          Those whose intentions were noble, even if their actions were flawed.
          Those who were born into a world already against them.
          Those who made mistakes ... but also stood by love, loyalty, and honor.
          
          And so I found him, Suyodhan.
          Not the "Duryodhan" our epics curse. Not the villain of bedtime stories. 
          
          But the man who, in a time when caste ruled every breath, embraced Karna, a charioteer's son, as his equal, his brother, and his crowned king.
          A simple act that defied a rotten system and became the loudest scream of friendship in a world built to silence it.
          
          This book is not a defense. It's a reckoning.
          A look into the heart of the one you were told to hate.
          The prince whose name was changed from Suyodhan ("the good warrior")
          to Duryodhan ("the wicked fighter")
          by those who won the war... and wrote the history.
          
          If you were ever told that good and evil were simple —
          
          This story will haunt you.Because once you see Duryodhan through his own eyes,
          You'll never look at Dharma the same way again.
          
          
          
          ~Ink&Kin ◉_◉
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/398033120-mahabharata-from-eyes-of-duryodhan

pakibalik na po peculiars huhu, miss ko na, gusto ko na mag-re-read

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          Thank you...

Happiest 100k, Demoiselle of Omens! Thank you so much, mga mahal ko. 

HAPPY 600K, GRIM OF SOULS. THANK YOU SO MUCH, MGA MAHAL KO. HAPPY VALENTINES, TOO. HIHI

Hi author.. ibabalik mu ba yung mga binura mu?kasi malayo na narating q s pagbabasa .. waiting lang aq ng update mu tpos pagvisit qo nawala na sila sinusundan qo ung chapter ng mga omens