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မချစ်ဘဲ လက်ထပ်ယူလိုက်ရပေမဲ့ မြူ့ရဲ့ကမ္ဘာကြီးက အချစ်ဦးလဲ ကိုကို အချစ်ဆုံးလဲကိုကို ရည်းစားဦးက ဘာလဲဆိုတာ မြူမသိခဲ့ဘူး။ မြူစက်လင်းမောင် ရည်းစားဦးက ဘာလဲသိချင်သေးတာလား မင်းယောင်္ကျား ငုတ်တုပ်ကြီးရှိနေတာတောင်မှလေ မင်းကြည်သာခန့်

They say knowing is half the battle. But sometimes it takes more than acknowledged love to turn a friendship into something more. Being lovestruck and unable or unwilling to do anything about it is a special kind of hurt. Can childhood friends, Calvin and Ian, get over their own individual hangups and finally take that plunge?

Scott and Mitch we're going to film a video. They go out. Kirstin starts to suspect that something is wrong. Kirstin, Avi, and Kevin report them missing, moments later Scott calls Kirstin. Mitch gave himself up to allow Scott to be freed. Mitch is sent to the hospital after "feeling sick" Mitch finds out news that could change his and Scott's life forever. Mitch and Scott start fighting, pentatonix changed, Superfruit changed, Scomiche is no longer real. "I love you Scott, just remember that" those were the last words Scott heard from Mitch before everything went down. Will this be the end? Or will it get better?

26 Psychologist Scott Hoying takes the case of Mitch Grassi, a 22 year old patient who suffers from amnesia. Slowly, Scott get's attached to his patient, intrigued by how his mind works and determined to find a cure for him. Time passes by and he begins to wonder about Mitch's past. Who was he before the accident? Why is he so important? What if he was actually the one who made himself forget? ~ Wrote in 2015 (17yo) ~

Two high school misfits who hate each other. One music competition where they have to work together. Can their love of classic 80s rock unite them? ************************************************************************************************ High-school junior Mitzi is determined to hate Oz from the very first day she meets him, after he steals her cool nickname intro. She has a hard enough time fitting in with her fix-it hobby, her asexuality, and her love of 80's rock. When Mitzi manages to make friends with the popular girls, Mitzi must hide who she really is and figure out how to still pass voice class without outshining them. Oz is too busy channeling Axl Rose to care whether Mitzi likes him or not. When his newly-formed band, The Flaming Pickles (NOT his name choice), starts pulling a Fleetwood Mac, Oz sneaks into the student vocal competition auditions looking for a new lead singer, and discovers that Mitzi's voice is exactly what he needs. With the competition fast approaching, Mitzi and Oz find they'll have to work together to win, and learn the power of being their true selves.

People say that after marriage, a woman's true home is her husband's house. But what happens when that home feels nothing less than a living hell? What if the man for whom a woman leaves everything behind doesn't value her at all? Sarika's life is also like this. Sarika Adrijay Chaudhary, who couldn't fulfill her dreams due to her family's poverty, finds herself married into a wealthy household. A family that, despite being well-educated, still holds narrow-minded views. In a life filled with darkness, the only ray of light for Sarika was her children. For nine long years, Sarika selflessly devoted herself to her in-laws, who never truly acknowledged her worth. Even her husband, Adrijay, only remembered her to fulfill his own needs, never giving her love or attention. However, after nine years of marriage, Adrijay begins to realize his mistakes, but by then, a lot had already been lost. Will Adrijay be able to win Sarika back? Will Sarika ever be able to fulfill her dreams? Can love blossom between Adrijay and Sarika? To find out, read "Falling for My Wife."

Siara Malhotra was once the heartbeat of her family-a spirited, passionate girl who dreamed of love and acceptance. But one cruel twist of fate left her broken, disowned, and accused of a betrayal she never committed. Cast out from the only home she knew, Siara rebuilt herself far away, emerging as one of the world's top neurosurgeon .Yet beneath her success lay a shattered heart and a soul that no longer believed in love or warmth. Mahir Sehgal, CEO of Sehgal groups was the man she had loved with every fiber of her being, but he had never returned her affection. Bound by a dying wish, Mahir reluctantly married Siara, only to abandon her on their wedding night. For three years, he stayed away, unaware that siara no longer has any expectations from life or love, she no longer loved him. When fate brings them back together, both must confront the ghosts of their pasts. Can two broken souls find healing in each other, or will the scars of betrayal and indifference keep them apart forever? WHAT WAS THE REASON SHE BROKE BEYOND REPAIR? TO KNOW, DIVE INTO THE STORY Copyright Notice: DO NOT COPY MY WORK

#1 book of Alluring love series ⋆*:..｡o○○o｡..:*⋆ "Why the fuck you let him touch you!!!"he growled while punching the wall behind me 'I am so scared right now what if he hit me like my father did to my mother or what if he tried to hurt me more then him or what if he-' he cutted me "Answer! why you let him touch you?"he said while taking heavy breath to try to control his anger "H...he ju...just tucked m..my hair stands b...behind my ea...ear"I said while trying not to cry he came closer very very close his hands were on wall and he bend lower to match my height. Right now his face is so close to mine that our breathes were mixing and I clutched my hands on my saree "No! he didn't 'just' tucked you hair stands, that is too much he is not allowed to do that actually no one is allowed to that except me. no one is allowed to do this" he said and slid his hands on my bare waist I shivered "no one is allowed to do this" he said and peck my neck I am feeling fire on my skin again he came closer to my ear "and he didn't just tucked you hair stands but he also touch your fingers for fucking whole 47 seconds" he said intentionally touching his lips on my ear ______________________________________________ ISHIKA SHARMA (22y/o, 5'2height) She was very talkative like people have to told her to shut her mouth, carefree, childish, had anger issues, and extrovert but this all she was but now she talks so less, careful, mature, have trust issues and introvert but why!? YUVRAJ SINGH YADHUVANSHI (27y/o, 6'2height) he hate noise he don't talk much he try not to speak even if it's important,cold,rude and bossy but a total different person with her but why? Read this book to know the story of them atleast read 10 chapters then decide. ♡°Tropes:~°♡ -Arrange Marriage -Age gap -grumpy x sunhine -MML is obsessed with MFL with a capital 'O'

Professor's Dark Desire [18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3 ... "Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy. "Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy. "Answer......" She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering. "Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry. "Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time. "I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her. "Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices. "Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....