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[varickoko15]

Some Artworks while i'm gone on tumblr (2025-2026)👍

(Also it has some reference there)

[lazy-nae2]

I just dropped two more books on wattpad, based off the Frankenstein 2025 movie, and other based off The Running Man 2025 version as well. I enjoyed them so I decided to finally publish them, and mostly what I’ve been working on.

Frankenstein based one named: His Salvation and Her Damnation

The Running Man based one - The Hunter and His Mortician

Either way, both have black love interests, and are out alongside my first book, Vampires Bloom. Thanks for checking it out if you do.

My username on Wattpad is here

[bartoszlisowski]

✨ New Romance Story on Wattpad ✨

Title: A Good Time

Arabella lives a simple life working behind the bar, trying to avoid unnecessary complications.

James lives the complete opposite life — a successful music producer surrounded by fame, parties, and a reputation he can’t seem to escape.

When their worlds collide unexpectedly, what starts as a casual connection slowly turns into something neither of them planned. But with public attention, past mistakes, and feelings neither of them are ready to admit, things quickly become more complicated than either of them expected.

📖 I just posted 3 new chapters today!

Read it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/408851080?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=BartoszLisowski

[moonlitrhythm]

A Love Like This | Chapter 37: Breaking the Silence

What happens when the truth is buried under lies?

Tatiana’s been shut out, lied to, and left in the dark, but a single phone call changes everything. In this emotional chapter of A Love Like This, hope flickers as she fights to reclaim her voice and her connection to Michael. Will she get her chance to be heard?

[Moodboard: A dimly lit stage, a phone in a quiet apartment, and a handwritten letter, all in shades of black and gold, evoking the 80s *Bad* era vibe.]

--- Chapter 37 | Breaking the Silence

She hadn't slept. Not really. Her phone kept blowing up and still nothing from him or his immediate team. Some calls from people she stayed connected with, some from random numbers. Everyone wanted something but no one offered answers.

Then it rang as she was brushing her daughter's hair in her room. An unknown number. Her hand froze above the receiver and then she picked it up.

"Hello?"

Soft and warm. "Hi, baby. This is Mrs. Jackson."

Mrs. Jackson??? Her body went still, every nerve on alert. Through all the chaos, Katherine was always there to provide comfort.

"I heard about what they did to you," her voice continued. "We're going to find out what's really going on."

She dropped the brush and gripped the phone like it was a lifeline, too shocked to speak. The city outside carried on but inside her apartment, for the first time since the call from John Draper something flickered. Hope, maybe. Or at least a chance to be heard.

The line went quiet, just long enough to feel the weight of everything she'd been carrying. Then the voice returned, soft but firm.

"Hang in there, Tatiana. You're not alone in this."

Some relief came over her as she sat on the floor by her bed, Leila sitting between her legs as she watched tv and played with her dolls. The phone was pressed to her ear as she looked up at the ceiling while she vented to his mother. Somewhere between anger, heartbreak and fear, she realized she hadn't been entirely invisible. Not yet.

They spoke for nearly an hour. By the time she hung up, her heart was still racing, but a fragile hope lingered: someone in Michael's inner circle cared enough to notice. While she was settled in bed, she replayed the conversation, trying to calm her nerves, trying to hope without expecting too much.

Over the next few days, letters and calls trickled in. Formal invitations from MJJ Productions, assurances that the situation would be addressed and finally, an appointment with Frank and Donna. It wasn't Michael reaching out directly but it was the closest she had come to being heard.

By the time she arrived at the building, she understood it was a mediated meeting. Mrs. Jackson had used her influence to arrange a controlled environment where Tatiana could speak, her questions answered, at least partially without the chaos of the tour or press. She wasn't walking into Michael's world unshielded; she was walking into a carefully arranged opportunity for closure.

As she walked in the building, the lobby was a study in contrasts. Tatiana felt the familiar, nervous energy seeping into her skin.

She was met at the entrance not by Michael but by Donna Simmons, the calm and impeccably dressed PR head from MJJ Productions.

"Tatiana. Thanks for coming. We really appreciate you dropping everything." Donna offered a tight, professional smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Frank's waiting. Let's get this sorted out quickly."

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Tatiana nodded, her posture rigid. She hadn't flown here to be thanked, she was here for answers. She was led up to a private conference suite.

Frank DiLeo was waiting for them. He wasn't pacing or smoking which immediately put Tatiana on edge. He looked tired, his usual swagger replaced by tense professionalism. He gestured to a chair.

"Have a seat, Tatiana," Frank said, his voice flat. Donna took a seat.

Tatiana ignored the chair. She stood, crossing her arms over her chest. "I want to know what happened. I want to know why I was left completely in the dark, why my calls weren't returned, and why my manager was told I was 'in Europe' while Sheryl Crow was doing my part on the stage. Don't tell me it was creative rotation. Just give me the truth."

Frank didn't look surprised by the accusation. He looked defeated. He pushed a crisp white envelope across the table. It was thick.

"Inside is the check for the remainder of your contract, plus a substantial bonus," Frank said, his voice low. "It also contains the final non-disclosure agreement. Sign it, and this is over. You walk away with a good payout, a great credit and we maintain control of the narrative."

Tatiana didn't even glance at the envelope. "Control of the narrative?? The narrative is that you lied to me, you lied to Michael and you didn't even have the decency to tell me I was off the tour!"

Donna leaned forward, her voice a calm steel. "This is business, Tatiana. The kiss was a risk. It upset the sponsors and destabilized the fantasy. We had to contain it. We had to choose the long term health of the brand."

"The brand is a human being," Tatiana shot back, her voice shaking with controlled anger. "And what you did was cruel!"

Frank rubbed his temples, his gaze finally meeting hers. "You're right. It was handled badly. I take responsibility for that. But it was necessary. Please don't make this harder than what it is."

She picked up the thick envelope Frank had offered and dropped it back onto the table. "I don't want your severance. I want my job back, and I want an explanation for the lie you sold! Did he tell you to do that?"

Frank leaned back, letting out a quiet, almost exhausted sigh. "No," he said finally. "This was us. We made the call. And it's final."

Tatiana's hands trembled slightly as she leaned forward and gripped the edge of the table. "So all this time... I was being shut out. Misled. For what?"

"Not for you. Not for Michael. For the brand. You've seen how fast things spin out of control. One wrong move, one perceived misstep and it can destroy years of work." Donna said smoothly.

Tatiana swallowed hard, anger and disbelief warring with a sinking ache in her chest. "So you decided for me?? You decided he wouldn't see me again???"

Frank nodded. "We had to. The tour can't wait. The public can't wait and the show must go on. That's just show biz."

She exhaled slowly, placing her hands on her hips. She paced for a bit, fighting the tears she refused to shed. The envelope sat between them like a brick. The money would help her but she didn't need it after hearing all of this. All she needed was the truth. And she had it now, raw and bitter. Her path and Michael's were being deliberately kept apart.

"Then I guess this is it," she said, calming herself. Her voice was low but steady. "I can't change the past and I can't fight your system. But I won't..." She paused, glaring at Frank and Donna. "...I won't let this define me."

Frank lifted his hands slightly but it came off like he didn't really care. All she could see was money signs in his eyes. "We're sorry it had to be this way. Truly."

Tatiana stepped away from the table. "Keep your damn money! I'm done here."

Without another word, she turned and walked out of the conference suite.

Once she made it back to her apartment, Tatiana sank onto the couch and finally released the tears that she was holding back from the meeting. The day's events hung heavily on her shoulders, especially her heart. Every suppressed hope, every whispered memory of Michael, every moment wishing for a chance to explain herself came crashing down.

She thought of the tour, of standing on that stage beside him, the moments they shared outside of it. Of the way his eyes had seemed to notice her in ways no one else did. She remembered the warmth in his voice and the small quiet gestures that made her feel seen. 

She had loved him in ways she hadn't fully admitted even to herself and the pain of being shut out... the lies, the manipulations, the professional barriers cut deeper than any argument ever could.

Her fingers curled into the throw pillow as she whispered to the empty room, "I just wanted him to know..."

The tears came harder. It was a mix of anger, longing and grief. And through it all, a fragile thread of hope persisted that somehow their paths separated by circumstance could cross again.

Just then, the phone on the side table rang. She froze for a moment, wiping her eyes with another tissue as she brought herself together. Her hands were sticky from tears. She picked up the receiver, voice barely steady.

"H... Hello?", she whispered.

"Hello, is this Tatiana Thumbtzen?", the voice said.

She swallowed and her voice tightened. "Y-yes... this is she."

"Tatiana, this is Ingrid Woodson. I'm the creative consultant for the Black Radio Exclusive Awards. I know this is sudden, but I wanted to call personally. Michael Jackson is receiving the Triple Crown Award outstanding achievement in Pop, Rock, and Soul and I would be honored if you could present it to him."

Tatiana felt the words hit like a splash of cold water. "You... you want me to present it? To him? Now?"

"Yes. I know what happened on the tour from some connects, and I know it wasn't easy. But this is a chance. A proper stage, a proper audience to reconnect. Michael cares about you, Tatiana. I feel strongly there's been a misunderstanding and I want you both to have a chance to speak, one on one if possible."

She pressed a hand to her chest, sobs catching in her throat. Her chest tightened. Could this be real? After the silence, the lies, the doors slammed in her face... could this truly be a second chance? It seemed like a miracle she'd been praying for.

Suddenly, a smile grew on her reddened face. "I... I don't know what to say. I... thank you. Truly. I'll be there."

"Good. I'll see you at the theater. Remember, just... be yourself. Tatiana, this is your moment. No one can take it from you. You deserve this."

Tatiana hung up, her fingers trembling around the phone. She exhaled slowly. Somewhere in the sting of the last hour, hope had returned. Not loud, not blinding but a quiet spark she hadn't felt in weeks. For the first time since the tour, the path to Michael didn't feel completely blocked.

Like this story so far? Check out the rest. Hey, my amazing followers! Please support my story on Wattpad called *A Love Like This* 💖 If you’re hooked on Tatiana’s fight and her spark with Michael, please read, vote, comment, and share. Thanks!

[stephanie-kingaripress]

I Have Loved You - Chapter 14 - Lemonade Fizz Pop. (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1631039238-i-have-loved-you-chapter-14-lemonade-fizz-pop?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=StephanieAnnMcNutt Zara Reed has been hopelessly in love with Nathaniel since the moment she accidentally hit him with her car. Getting his attention? Almost impossible. Until Liam - Nathaniel's charming, quick-witted best friend, who's secretly crushing on Zara's fiercely independent older sister, Maria, offers her a deal: "I'll help you win Nathaniel... if you help me win Maria." What starts as a simple secret alliance quickly spirals into stolen glances, jealous sparks, and feelings no one saw coming. Nathaniel is finally noticing her... but Liam might be the one who truly understands her. In this sweet, funny, and swoon-worthy YA romcom full of meet-cutes, sister drama, slow-burn tension, and love triangles, the rules keep changing - and hearts are getting dangerously tangled. Perfect for fans of accidental love, wingman deals, and heartfelt slow-burn romance. Current Standout Rankings: #1 in wingman #1 in bestfriendcrush #1 in sisterdrama #1 in accidentalromance #6 in yaromance #23 in sisters

[angelicakatebooks]

Best Intentions by Angelica Kate

If you love

✔️ Enemies-to-lovers energy

✔️ Surprise pregnancy drama

You’re going to devour this.

📖 Read Best Intentions now on Wattpad. https://www.wattpad.com/story/406774593-best-intentions

[iles-world]

... y tú siempre fuiste mi error favorito - 2.3 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1580710038-y-t%C3%BA-siempre-fuiste-mi-error-favorito-2-3?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=IleMelSS 💔 ...y tú siempre fuiste mi error favorito Sasuke Uchiha, un multimillonario en las sombras, queda impactado por una desconocida bajo la lluvia. Decide encontrarla... pero comete un error. Le dan el nombre equivocado. Para acercarse, se infiltra como guardaespaldas de Sakura Haruno, sin saber que ella era la chica que buscaba desde el principio. Ahora, mientras rompe su corazón sin querer, se enamora de la persona que siempre estuvo ahí... y que nunca debió perder. ✨ One shot AU | Reencuentro | Romance lento | SasuSaku Los personajes pertenecen a Masashi Kishimoto. Obra de ficción inspirada en personajes del universo Naruto. La historia, escenas y diálogos originales pertenecen a la autora. Prohibida su reproducción o distribución sin autorización. Publicada solo con fines creativos y no comerciales. Imagen editada por mí con herramientas digitales. Portada realizada por mí.

[authormehru]

EMPIRE OF THORNS - Chapter 10 - The Calm Before the Curse (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1558905305-empire-of-thorns-chapter-10-the-calm-before-the?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Mehruworld Sikander Ali was born with politics in his blood, power in his voice, and wolves at his gate. A rising star and the favored heir of Delhi's most controversial political dynasty, he trusts no one-except Davood, his silent shadow, and his dogs-Goldie and the deadly Tyson. His relationship with his father, Kabir, is strained, his loyalty lies with Khalid, the uncle who once protected him... but harbors darker secrets than anyone knows. Then comes Anmol Rajvansh-an idealistic, stubborn, and sunshine-spirited intern at a prestigious news agency. She dreams of exposing the truth. She also happens to loathe politicians, especially grumpy, arrogant, dog-owning ones like Sikander. Sparks fly-and not the romantic kind. Misunderstandings, betrayals, and secrets threaten to pull them apart. But Delhi has a way of weaving destinies, even when hearts resist. As scandals unravel and alliances shift, the battle isn't just for the Chief Minister's seat-it's for trust, forgiveness, and the chance to fall in love... with your sworn enemy. 💔 Grumpy x Sunshine 🗞️ Journalist x Politician 🐶 Two dogs and one terrified parrot ⚖️ Betrayal | Misunderstanding | Redemption | Hate-to-love | Political drama | Slow burn In a city where loyalty is currency, will love be their greatest gamble?