i_am_irreplacable

What's the most messed up thing you did in friendship? 
          	
          	Mine:- literally isolated myself for like a week and kept reading only Cheating books, did a study on "what it feels like getting cheated on", readed billions of article of people who got cheated and betrayed and tried to feel THAT emotion to support my bestfriend and to make her feel more better cuz she got cheated on. We cried together, and got depressed together! Yes, I'm that crazy. Lmaoooo, what's yours?

NICOLE_LOVESSS

@i_am_irreplacable me too bestie, thats right!
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tryna_fuck_Bizzle

@i_am_irreplacable yes we r queens. The only thing I do is listen to my friends when they want to rant about something that upset them which isn't much TBH haha. But the thing u mentioned like damn. That's devotion and another level of love. Everyone needs a friend like that 
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khadContentt

Hey, I'm looking for a book that contains two short stories. 
          
          The first story features Hania Amir and Feroze Khan as the main characters. It's about Hania having a crush on Feroze, who doesn't feel the same way, and they are relatives. Feroze is involved in politics, and both characters come from wealthy backgrounds but live in different cities. 
          
          The second story is also part of the same collection and revolves around two cousins. The male lead has a younger brother who has his own story with the female lead's best friend. 
          
          I really love these stories and would appreciate any help in finding the book. 
          
          If anyone is familiar with books similar to the ones I mentioned, please lmk!!
          
          Thank you :) 

mehhekkkk

Hello, babygurl!
          Hope you are doing good and probably safe out there. My book 'Mirza' is a mafia themed novel which contains tropes of Enemies to lovers and forced marriage. It has a soft romance, rebellious female lead and possessive alpha male lead.
          
          I hope you give it a try. Your comments and votes are heartily welcome!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/275491179?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=mehhekkkk&wp_originator=EK9HtW7HxOPVo28f%2BSxkKSXdf%2FZ0L4TxgR6aCo7aaV827v8Oo4Qse2goIcs57wUMPkOh4LcXx9M0HL0d4cQA%2FxV8VZmXTOWWmNg0LgxoF8435iXzjL%2FVZ6as%2FdQaGAT%2F
          
          Take care, sweet heart! <3

Shimaira

Hey, I don't know if you're still on wattpad, but if you are: I sent you a dm :)

Shimaira

@i_am_irreplacable I explained it all here: https://www.wattpad.com/1436373742-the-transcended-they-call-him-lucius-want-to-read
            
            The new version is not on wattpad and you need a "password" to get access to reading it via my own site.
            I was using dms help people figure out the password T__T 
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Shimaira

@i_am_irreplacable you were like a few days late <hug> it was still not known wattpad was going to remove dms when I posted to you :(
            
            Anyway, what I said was: do you remember reading THEY CALL HIM LUCIUS? You left me lots of comments way back ♡ I'm working on publishing it and the edited version has new content, and I'm looking for people who might want to read this new version (and maybe leave comments on it too ♡)
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i_am_irreplacable

@Shimaira u can message me on my insta if u want to. Or tell me here.
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YeshikaSahu

My apologies for sliding into your Conversations board uninvited.
          I just wanted to grab your attention to my stories.
          There is an arranged marriage story "Billion Dollar Wedding", a teen romance "Violet Hues", a young adult "Aurora's Aura", and some mafia romances "Mafia & Miss Honey" , "Becoming Romeo".
          Once again, I'm sorry for intruding.  
           Have a nice day ahead!!!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/252972108-his-captive-a-mafia-captive-romance

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023  ] 
          
          blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. 
          
          mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. 
          
          vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. 
          
          brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs,  a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (10th january 2023) 
          
          
          collapsed gravity, standing time;  a future unattended, a past repeated. crinkled boats, suffering ink wells; where words end, feelings begin. snow from moon, smudges that sting; the torment of blood a maze refined. 
          
          tree of pain, rehearsed branches of hope; frolicking miracle, a shadow of the banished. cozen jasmine, 
          mutable vases; toes wild, lambent homelessness. mineral cheeks, kiss of citrus; you are fire with flames that hug. 
          
          a galaxy of maple lakes, a century of strings; kite of contact, a warm pendulum. inherent catapult, beauty a candle flicker; an archipelago of petals, a bee of sedation.  tinsels of wisteria, needles of kin; vermillion heaven, welcoming hell. 
          
          frozen spring, olive bricks; swings glaucous, pomegranate unhealthy. conifer vigilant, love that condenses; taj mahal of twilight, a philocalist spirit. never you open before the awaken, a heart that carries orchids; bloom before the broken, the ones who do not know burial. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
          [ if you wish to read an explanation for this token, please grace my message board with your honoured presence. i assure you it shall be worth your time (: ] 
          

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (05th january 2023) 
          
          rain of refinement, earth of bloodshed; tropospheric rocks and primitive nightshade.  a seizure of clairvoyance, a mask of a stone; a memory loosened, a breath of disease. harm catapulted, catastrophic love; a wound transparent, blood a pinch of sea salt. 
          
          a pomegranate churlish, a caterpillar soft and green; firelight shells,  evening that murmurs fantasies. mourn the bell, the bell of heroism; creative feathers, heart of fresh fabric. tales of clouds, tales of uterus; a fallible dare, a poetic sickness. 
          
          sun sealed moon, wrapped, unwrapped; slip like a streamlet of smoke, a sharpness that floats. pulse that radiates, sleet that breathes; wings of bones, emotions an augury. autumn of balance, florid tinders; quietus fingertips, life an organ buzzing. 
          
          warped pollen, petals a haze; clouded blooms and lips of scents. ballrooms of solitude, chandeliers of pianos; what a song like that of feet tapping against measured slivers. what is fire hurts not itself but others, as the sun that burns its earth, as the moon tender upon eyes but hurts its heart the most. 
           #adropofhumanity