Each word she penned was a brushstroke on the canvas of her soul, painting vivid landscapes of love, loss, and longing.
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pinkililyleaf
Nov 01, 2025 04:47AM
ᡣ • . • ♡ hayoo! i’ve been wanting to ask this for a while... is it okay if i put WBTS on hold or unpub it for now? i already have some chapters drafted, but I just don’t feel like they deserve to b...View all Conversations
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Whispers Beneath The Sky (Twists S...
Isolde Amara Vergara grew up learning to keep her voice down-quiet enough not to trigger her mother's temper...
