— 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

New story alerttt

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.