Novel & Cerita Wattpad Delete Account

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I thank you all for your time and love of my work. You have no idea what it means to me. All I have ever wanted to do is write and get my novels out there, and with determination, I have done that. It's been a long road to publishing, and some places work better than others. Unfortunately, I'm leaving GoodNovel to continue my stories elsewhere. Hopefully, they will go to print in 2024. I'm unsure when my account will be removed here, but I am still available on Re.am Sto.ries and Dre.ame under Demona Maxwell. You can also follow me on Fa.ce.Book for more information. Thank you again, and much love, Demona Maxwell.

Wilson's phone didn't have a pin, so Tiana just swiped it open. She deleted her number and all her social media accounts from his phone, including all their chat histories. "It's done!" She handed his phone back to him and said, "I'll delete your number too, and we'll be strangers from now on." Wilson seldom contacted her anyway, so she thought that he would be even less likely to look for her if she deleted all her contact methods. "Tiana, must we really be like this?" Wilson frowned.

The last step was deleting my account. "Once your account is deleted, all data will be permanently erased, including your custom companion 'Stefan Thorne'. This action cannot be undone." I stared at those words and felt something squeeze tight around my chest until I could barely breathe. But I tapped through it anyway. Then I held down the app icon and hit "uninstall". The little starry logo warped, shrank, and vanished from my screen. My home screen had never looked so clean, or so empty. The days that followed felt like one long hangover.

'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

Hey guys, I have decided that umm I would make a Whatsapp group chat instead of the Facebook group chat. I just really want a way of putting all my active readers a way to be ahead Wattpad and I would really like to be friends with you all or maybe a Snapchat group chat. Y'all should decide what you would like.

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

& follow me here on Wattpad if you like 💓 socials: ( follow if you like) - Tumblr/ v-stie - snapchat/ohsnapitsri - Twitter / vvastiee - Poetry IG / lattedeep Be kind. ✨ Spread positivity. 🙏🏽 And I hope you all have a great day.😇 -V

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

, but all the results either told him that the user didn't exist or that the username belonged to someone who evidently wasn't her. He didn't know how long he spent doing this. Ultimately, the only traces he managed to find of her were other people forwarding or sharing her messages. "NoelleBreeze" had all but disappeared from the Internet. Shawn didn't want to give up just like that. He called customer service and provided Noelle's personal information. "I've checked your terms and conditions, and I saw that users who have deleted their accounts have seven days to withdraw their request. I want to restore her data."