biswa_1211

Hello everyone,
          	
          	Happy New Year to one and all. I hope you all had a great 2023. I hope you all are excited for 2024. I am sure excited as I will work on new projects in 2024. First, I would be starting a new project on a new platform. I hope all my readers will shower me with the same love and wishes for it. I am excited and nervous about the new project.
          	
          	Go through the link and be the exclusive subscriber to my page. I am a bit dejected to announce, that this page will be subscription-based. For all my loyal supporters, I have kept a minimal amount so that it won't affect you all. I hope you will support me the same way you did on Wattpad. Please ask your social, family, professional and personal circle about it. More details about it would be revealed there.
          	
          	https://thestoryverse.net/author/biswajit 
          	
          	The first story on that platform would be 'GANGS OF EAST INDIA'. This would be the first chapter of a gangster action drama. There would be several chapters to it. 
          	
          	For Wattpad, there would be short horror stories posted at regular intervals. Apart from that, my main focus would be on the new Gangster action drama and my physical book.
          	
          	Looking forward to meeting you all in a new place with new stories. 
          	
          	Regards
          	Biswajit

Xynite_345

Hello guys!!! I created a fanfic MLBB cannon!!! It's all about Rap*d, injustice, human demoralisation, and so many more!!! HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY IT!
          
          
          In the desolate labyrinth of his own existence, Leonard stood at the precipice of oblivion. His life, once a sturdy oak, had splintered into fragments-each shard a jagged memory of love, loss, and betrayal. The echoes of his family's laughter haunted him, a symphony of joy now silenced by tragedy.
          
          "In this vast world, we clutch fragile dreams, build castles from whispers, and dance upon the precipice of existence. But when the tempests come, they sweep away our illusions, leaving us with empty hands and hearts heavy with echoes. And yet, perhaps it is in losing everything that we discover the resilience to begin anew-to paint our own constellations on the canvas of oblivion."
          
          
          CLICK HERE https://www.wattpad.com/story/363964407?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Xynite_345