Ink-stained hands, a heart lost in prose. A quiet architect of worlds, writing not to be seen, but to be felt🤍🌬 #english is not my first language
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Stories by feisha
When It Rains in the City
Rene never believed in love at first sight. But on a rainy evening, in the middle of a convenience store, she...
Only Mine
Ever since they were kids, Ethan had only one person in his world-Lena. She was his best friend, his sunshine...
