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You should update your story I love it so much!
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I updated Claming 13! I also have another chapter of it almost ready
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currently reading Rock Paper Scissors… everyone in this book needs therapy INCLUDING me!! I already know I’m being played by this book. and yet I read on.
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Not sure if this is a glitch, but if wattpad refuses to notify you, I’m here to say Quiet Tides is updated
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patiently (not patiently) waiting here for you to update quiet tides. i'm addicted it's not funny hehe
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Whos reading Sweet Venom?
Me! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
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@clairebiggs you’re speaking facts bc I was side-eyeing that book hard at that part lol. and yes, monster and deception trilogy I think is rina kent peak.
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@xkillinmegood idk WHO told her hunt the villian was a good choice to write like hello ??? The whole killing Preston thing got on my nerves like I blinked at the book. But I will reread to see if I do like it. I think I just prefer early rina / like blood of my monster tbh.
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@clairebiggs lol whyyyy. I still prefer her mafia era but this one is not her worst. better than hunt the villain
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Snippet C36
“She’s fine,” I said, even though… yeah. She didn’t look fine.
“Right,” Gibsie deadpanned. “And I’m the president of Ireland.”
I faced forward, but he kept staring at me like he was waiting for me to crack open like an egg.
“Stop looking at me,” I muttered.
“Can’t,” Gibsie said, voice annoyingly delighted. “It’s like watching a man stare at a car crash. Horrible. Tragic.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “But he just. keeps. Staring.” Then, because he couldn’t help himself, he nudged my shoulder. “Look, lad… whatever that look on your face is? Wipe it off before we get to Dublin. Coach sees it, he’ll think you’re constipated.”
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Just finished The Silent Wife and OMG??? The book finished me instead. Plot twist slapped me across the face
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“Saint,” Gibsie coughed into his hand as he passed him. Pierce gave a half-laugh like he agreed.
I kept my arms folded tight, nails biting into my sleeves. I know exactly what they say about us. I always knew.
Me and Pierce, the messy pair. The bitch and the boy who puts up with it. That he’s done nothing but tolerate the mad girl who can’t control herself.
They can think anything they wanted. They can make jokes.
It wouldn’t make sense to anyone who didn’t live inside my head.
To them it looked like drama.
Not the thing that rotted your insides. Not the thing that made you end a relationship you were still dying for.
The truth is that night is burned into me in ways I don’t understand, in ways I still can’t name out loud. Too fogged to even know how. Slippery when I reach for it.
But the broken girls don’t get gentle boys.
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Been reading Klaroline fanfic lately. My one ship that never sailed. But my delusion? Titanic-sized.