— 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐥.

hey author hope all is well can't wait for an update on sterotypical <3

Are you still active on whatpadd? 

Hi, my name is Eyitayo, please check out my book GOLDDIGGER .

Chase Atlantic is a different kind of vibe tho
          

listen. the devils night series by Penelope Douglas are nasty asf. in a good way *drooling emoji*

Sweet followers, I’ve reopened Aidin’s Heart 

She tried to give me head, it was borrrrrrrring

Hi lovely followers! I just published a new story called, Killian! I would be so happy if you read and gave some love! YOURE ALL AMAZING! Here’s a sneak peek! 
          
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          “Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum. Staying alive. Staying alive," I sang, my voice squeaking. Hey, they say to give CPR to that beat. 
          
          "C'mon!" I yelled at the lifeless boy, counting with each beat of my hands. Still nothing. Now I have to kiss him, oh god I hope he doesn't hate me. I mentally scolded myself as I reached out and squeezed his nose with my fingers, tilting his chin, that I do have to say was crafted by the gods, up to me. Then I kissed him.
          
          No, no I didn't. 
          
          Then I gave him mouth to mouth, and breathed my breath into his lungs, hoping and praying it would work. But it didn't. Still nothing. Frustrated, I pulled away moving my hands back down to his chest as I started to push up and down again. "Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum. PLEASE WAKE THE FUCK UP," I panicked, counting again. 
          
          It still wasn't working so I tilted his chin up to me again, plugging his nose as my mouth met his, breathing air into his lungs. But what I didn't expect was for the dead stranger to kiss back. Kiss back? 
          
          I pulled away from him as fast as I could, my eyes meeting wide golden eyes when I pulled away. "Oh my god, you're alive!" I shouted, a breath of relief leaving my lungs, a breath I once shared with him moments ago. 
          
          He looked dazed and confused, staring up at me with a blank expression as he reached out to gently touch a strand of my hair. "Are you an angel?" He asked, making my eyes widen and now I was the one gasping for air. 
          

Not me sending 
          
          “do you still like me the same :( do i still give you butterflies and make you smile? would you ever change anything? am i what you thought i’d be? are you happy? tell me you love me” 
          
          to my boyfriend bc i’m needy.

Hey dear sorry for bothering you 
          Please check out my new story A Mafias possession