Asna Assim

Hii,
          Whenever you are free, if possible please do read my novel titled "Mafia's Contracted Bride". I am sure you will love it. 
          Don't forget to leave your votes and comments. 
          Your support could mean so much to me. Link is below 
          
          Thank you ❤️
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/344653519?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=charms_of_ink
          

My apologies for sliding into your Conversations board uninvited.
          I just wanted to grab your attention to my stories. There is an arranged marriage story, a teen romance, a young adult, and some mafia stories. They are all COMPLETED.
          Once again, I'm sorry for intruding.
           Have a nice day ahead.!!!!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/239672415-mafia-miss-honey

Ur profile pic is very cute. 
          Luv it

Hey congratulations for 2K reads☺❤

Hii sister
          I just came across your profile and indeed your bio is MIND BLOWING :D

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          Hey! Do you want to know something? There is something special about today. It only happens once a year. Guess what? It's one of my favourite days of the year (: 
          
          IT'S WORLD SMILE DAY TODAY! 
          
          My goal for today is to make people feel happy and you're one of them. I hope that I can put a smile on your face with this little message of mine. By the way, you don't look cute if you're not smiling (;
          
          P.S. There's no need to copy and paste this message. It's not a chain since it's for you but it's not for me. 
          
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"Once, I was a flower, a rose, smiling brightly, hoping that I would make somebody who feels down smile. I was a rose who used to hear laugher of the people I care, and I thought I was growing amidst them, under sunlight and nice pour. Later, as I grew up, one I cared came and pluck my petal, and not a liquid left from my eye at their presence. Later, when it rained, I cried. The next day my friend, whom I cared alot, plucked a bunch of petals of mine. Again, later, I cried. It happened.... And I finally realized that neither I was pretty, nor was I the reason for smiles. When I opened my eyes now, as a sixteen years old teenager, I found that I was actually a wildrose, growing alone, under the shades of dark. Those people I cared, continues laughing, finding me daring and rude,and they were far far away than I expected. Now, I'm fine. I don't cry. Because I'm now a wildrose with thorns only, the petals, long lost."

If some people dislike you for who you are, it's really okay. What really matters is those who accept the real you. 
          ~ Miss Cafephile 

Y cant i read chapter 8 ? it says failed to load :(

Hi beautiful