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Happy Reading everyone! Thank you for giving your time and choosing my story💜😍😍💜 I never thought that someday I'll write something and people will read. But that happened and i feel blessed because of it. 100 people read my book. It's really overwhelming for me. May be for some it's a small amount of readers but for me it's special! Again thank you very much! For supporting me.💜 In Dasbari: Tanisha's pov:

It was the voice of everyone who has ever loved a story so much they wanted to destroy it. "Then welcome to the **Rewrite**."

and I’m legitimately teary. In many ways this is the most challenging book I’ve ever written. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you if you made it this far. I know how hard this story was to read at times. Trust me, it was terrifying and heart-wrenching to write. But I knew Cazz was worth the story, and I’m so grateful that you stuck it out with me! There is a novella following Rake called "Loving the Wolf Cleric." Use the info below to find it!

Your reading is what makes the writing worthwhile. With gratitude and hope, Your Author

Dear Readers, First of all, let me extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you who has taken the time to read my work. As a new writer stepping into this vast and sometimes intimidating world of storytelling, I cannot express enough how much your presence means to me. Every view, every comment, every review, and every little gesture of support is like a spark that keeps my creative fire burning. Writing is not just about putting words on paper—it is about sharing pieces of my heart, my imagination, and my dreams with you. And knowing that someone out there is reading, enjoying, and connecting with my stories makes all the effort worthwhile.

Thank you for reading Love you all ❤️

Ria and Luca, Jade, Finn… they are not just words anymore, they are people, maybe forever. This story also teach me many things. About patience, about creativity, about human feeling. About love. About danger. About happiness. I learn that writing is not easy, is not only fun, is work, struggle, but also reward. When I write scene, I feel tired but also happy, like I just live thousand lives in one life. I think that is why writing story is special, because no money, no fame, can make me feel this way. Only story, only characters, only readers.

"Leave my house and don't you ever come back, you provocateur!" "Gladly." Sam smiled and walked towards the car which was parked few miles away from Malika's house, deeply satisfied and contented with the blast she just gave Malika. That should teach her some lesson! Serves her right! ~~~ ROSHNI Raj was not back from work and I was dying of boredom in the room. I picked up my phone, logged into W*****d and wanted to continue reading a novel titled All for what! By deey_jah, but I was disappointed to find out the author still hadn't updated. I searched for more stories and added them to my library (you, my punishment by sssilentscreamsss and A Muslim's romantic journey) The titles were catchy

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Something inside of her cracked open—slow, warm, and tender. “Why didn’t you say something?” she whispered. His voice softened. “Because the way I look at you in the dark is different from the way I’m allowed to look at you in the daylight.” A shiver traveled down her spine. She stepped into the faint light of the bedroom, letting it brush against her skin. She wasn’t posing. She wasn’t performing. She was simply allowing herself to be seen in a way she hadn’t in a long time. Daniel drew in a breath—sharp, and involuntary.