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She was stunned. "Go on. Eat it," I said. She was obviously confused. I took her hand and gave her the sandwich. "Eat." "O-okay. Thank you," she whispered. On our way to school, Maura and I chatted as she finished my masterpiece of a sandwich. She seems really nice. Her personality, her movements, even the way she talks are all so finesse and lady-like. She’s annoyingly perfect. We are totally worlds apart; however, there was something unexpected that connected us: wattpad. We were talking about hobbies and I found out she loves reading stories from wattpad. Not only that, she's a fan of the story I was writing! What a coincidence. It was all that we talked about until we reached school. Who

ALEXANDRIA I watched as Wyatt began wandering around the library, returning to place books down on the table. I slightly straightened to read one of the titles. Most of the books were about werewolf history, while some focused on the topic of becoming a better leader. Wyatt finally sat back down and opened one of the books, but he paused when he felt my stare. “What?” he asked, looking up. “You actually read?” I muttered, a hint of disbelief in my voice.

There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year. Social media accounts: Watpadd: swordofwhisper Dreame: sword of whisper Goodnovel: Marjo Ryna You can also message me at marjorhinah442@gmail.com for any inquiries. Thank you.

Stay safe! Also, my Instagram account is called write_the_tea! It's up on my Wattpad account- Pelton02 P.s feel free to check out my other stories "Dependent On You" and "A Passion That Was Poison"

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such. Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place to another, the papers on which I had written the story into, were misplaced and gone. I had them handwritten before. Luckily, I somehow got bored one day and remembered about this, so I decided to download Wattpad again and recover

About the Author Henry C., also known as Beniochaaaan in wattpad is a big fan of anime. In her free time, she mostly spends it at home watching anime series, listening to Avril Lavigne’s songs or reading mysteries. An incoming college student who found peace and comfort on writing and reading mystery stories. For someone who’s still new in the field of writing, she’s still exploring every genre to find the right theme for her.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

Meanwhile, Aubrianne was out cold, completely unaware of her surroundings and all that was happening around her. Dear My Lovely Readers, My apologies for ending so abruptly, but this is only half the story and we are already at over two hundred chapters. I am so sorry, but I do not want to end up with a book that holds five hundred chapters. Hence the reason for part two, this story has surely grown and I am moving where it leads. Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate Two will be dropping soon, stay tuned... Meanwhile, feel free to check my newest book Queen Luna's Revenge - The Victim or the Villain? Right here on this lovely platform.

he said, voice deep and metallic. She hugged him. Cold, but his heart still matched hers. “We did it,” she sobbed. “The Board’s gone. The stories are free.” Julian looked at the green sky. “They’re not gone. We crashed their computer, but they’re rebuilding. Version 2.0. And now, there’s a bounty on us.” He pulled out a glowing compass, its needle leading toward a bright spot on the horizon. “The Ghostwriter sent word—there’s a place called The Archive, where stories live after they’re finished and loved. If we get there, the Board can’t touch us.”

I mean , you would actually die . I didn't die, but for the first nine months of fourth grade I almost wished I had . Before then , I had a friend called Louisiana . We had been friends since kindergarten. Louisiana's parents got mad at Woodward Academy . They said the teachers weren't developmentally aware enough . They sent Louisiana to a boarding school even though she protested on .