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Really love your books

Thanks for 25k reads on duplicity. Nice to see people are still enjoying the story 

MINHO IS MY BITCH

OMG!!! So, I want to say thank you to everyone for getting Duplicity to 20.4K reads!! Like how did that happen? Last I checked it was at 12K! I love everyone in the Wattpad community so much and wish you all a great day! Thank you, thank you, thank you all!

i'm just going to post most of my drafts all at once right now. i've sort of given up on most of my stories, but i get tons of ideas. maybe i should make an ideas book and give away ideas? idk

Might just post all of my drafts all at once bc why not 

I am working very hard on my new story... It is a Niall horan's fanfic if you get time please do check.... 
          thanks
            And would love your some opinion about it.

Totally posted that spoof backwards... 

  "It's 2017..." I trailed off, awkwardly covering my breasts with my forearm when I realised I wasn't being attacked. The movement drew his attention and I saw his eyes widen before he took off his over coat and draped it around my shoulders. It had a faint mildewy smell and something else. 
          
            "Oh you should cover up at all times, madame. There are savages in these woods." The man explained. He gestured with a hand to the very sparse woodland around us. The nearby 7-Eleven was easily visible and in the parking lot was my truck. "Are there savages in these woods?" 
          
            "I think it depends on what you consider a savage." I replied, mapping out my escape route in my head. Where were my friends right now? 
          
            "The Indians of course." He replied brusquely. 
          
            A deep frown settled on my face. "That's a derogatory term. We prefer to be called Native Americans."
          
            "You are an Indian, then? I never knew Indian women could be so enchanting. I understand now why your English is dreadfully terrible."
          
            "Excuse me, Prince Harry? You English really think you're something else." I grumbled and stood up, ready to leave this weird and culturally uninformed guy in the woods. 
          
            "Oh, I'm no prince. How do you know of me? Have you fraternized with my elder sister Gemma?" The man asked. "I have never had the pleasure to make your acquaintce. I am Lord Harry Styles. What is your name?"
          
            "Uh huh. And I'm Princess Margarita. Ruler of the people of exotic cocktails."
           "Indian royalty in my presence!" The man, Harry, started trailing behind me. "I would love to learn the language of exotic cocktails."
          
            "Dude, I'm joking." I said,  stopping in my tracks. "What year do you think it is?"
          
            "The year of our great King George III, 1774." He recited happily. 
          
            "Oh, man. You missed the American Revolution."

 I think I jumped three feet into the air. I started scrambling to find my clothes in the dirt, but he was already walking towards me. 
          
            I groped the floor, looking for any kind of weapon and coming up empty-handed. He was looming over me now, just standing there. His long brown hair hung in his eyes, shielding his expression. 
          
            "Please don't hurt me!" I pleaded, cowering on the ground. There was a long moment of silence. 
          
            "I am not going to hurt you..." The man said eventually. He crouched down so we were eye-to-eye now. His eyes looked like a deep green in the dark lightning. There was something unnerving about those eyes. "I do beg your pardon, but what year is it, madame?"