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Hey! Sorry for disturbing. Please give my book a try. I hope you like it!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/314327301-hold-me

People, we're running out of arrange marriages now - ya'll gotta start working on your personality.
          
          Story time (1) *clap clap* because your bitchless author has nothing to do on a midsummer night's afternoon and must voice out weird instances out of her life in case you weren't familiar with my strangeness.
          
          OKAY so here we go, hear me out miss gurl I'm doing my walkie walk and doing my talkie talk with friends anew and I meet one excessively "innocent" impulsive dater. Get what I mean?
          
          The guy spoke to me like my eyes had chocolate inside of em, stared into them and at every second chance said "aur batao" which translates to "tell me more" CHILE I'm running out, what do you want me to tell you?!
          
          Innocent my ass, the guy dated 23 versions of Regina George because "other people" told him to I mean dude- like sheesh why would you do that. Anywho, I said "I don't date" aloud thrice because I was beginning to get paranoid (for good reason) that the guy would try hitting on me. 
          
          The male species really astounds me. 

There were more and more victims being plagued but the hospitals remained as empty as ever. 
          
          Because no patient ever made it there. 
          
          With stale resonance of blood in the air, a high school sleepover converted to a viral infection - a red gash on the victim's neck - appeared. 
          
          "Missing? You think she's still missing? Admit it, she died. She's not breathing anymore." 
          
          Are they missing or are they dead?
          Or are they the reason other's are filled with dread? 
          
          ~▪︎~
          
          An ominous tale of snatched instances, "Gash of Red" brings to you a story - a story of a young girl with a suspicious past dissappearing. Is her boyfriend, Arrow, just another pawn or is he playing Tanith. Or is Tanith playing him with all that she knows? 
          
          Watch as this story unfolds in a small town by the Eastside, alongside rich kids with pockets of different sizes; and how a plaguing disease, classism and intent to kill and love can join hands - when there is no hero. 
          
          Here, you never reveal all your cards.
          
          
          
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          Hey ya'll, Yuti this side <3
          
           I bring to you another mystery thriller - "Gash of Red"! Who's excited? 
          
          "Gash of Red" is coming soon, stay tuned.

Baby- this is the book account

Death-traps on roller-blades are so cute!
          
          But that's besides the point, innit? Check out my poetry account on Instagram!
          
          https://www.instagram.com/p/CaIEGLIBE2h/?utm_medium=share_sheet
          
          (If you can't view it through here, the link is in my bio <3)

The loan sharks live over land
          I'm in trouble as I run away and,
          But with you I'd gamble double again
          You're just an excuse for my bad habits
          If you want me too, 
          I'll become your personal tape
          Sticking to your side 
          Like there's nothing at stake
          Your honey comb - is my new taste
          Darling I just want to,
          Hold you by your waist 
          
          Okieeee this is a full on wattpad story in a poem but eh. I'm thinking, pov: fantasy land dated back 1800s, a daughter from the common dweller's land who's father owns a honey business and the underground world's outcast daughter. Both of them are nothing unique till they meet each other, the honey girl gives the underground girl something to hold on to. Underground girl survives on scrapes and has nothing to give, she starts gambling and is addicted. She says it's for the honey girl, to buy her a souvenir so that she doesn't forget dirt like her. But time passes, and her shitty gambling turns into something way better.
          
          OH MY GOD, what do ya'll think please please pleaseeee

I was just backreading my message board, I'm smiling ear to ear now. I love you guys sooooo much, everyone one of you <3

Hey babes
          Love poetry?
          This book is for you
          You're welcome 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/295482479?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Urehofhope&wp_originator=pp%2BDCbXhP4Wr9YjFNW3JVaBLHV2g39WVFECHZkDD9JLePeTfXYSIoXEqdrPmh%2FgwyhVpJ07nAgLcFy6Wrrp6unxk%2BV1JNA2Fk9ceMiBLsY4O%2BjdW4mNNejvWpq7WaNeZ

Jealousy Jealousy

Heroes and Villains are just two sides of the same coin. After all, the rules were created by none other than the heroes. Of course, they will be against the villains. It's just a matter of perspective: which is why the villains of CLN bring to you "The Villains Contest"! 
          
          Write your villainous story and show the world that Loki really can rip your throat apart and you should be thankful that my buddy there doesn't do so (: 
          
          Enter in the Villains contest! https://www.wattpad.com/story/282535536?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=CLNighters&wp_originator=fZKwuQa4tY%2Fn4JqV6%2FaHVQLdY1O%2FZP0L3ATjhzw9bedbcYE4sTADXXovmobsjNPY8c0iRRDeaNnBheuy4OjrxznO2EC7w1LDzdMKZYwNdcrR7HqSKArjRGV3RkG0%2F7fw