Evening draped itself around the lakehouse in rich tones of indigo and charcoal. The soft sounds of crickets replaced the hum of earlier activity, and the air was cooler now, brushing gently against skin. Out by the lake, a soft amber light flickered — the bonfire had been lit, and its crackling warmth spilled over the clearing like a cozy secret.
A circle had formed around it — wooden chairs, bean bags, soft rugs, and mismatched cushions dragged from inside. The flames danced high, their glow reflecting on five relaxed faces as music played low from a portable speaker nearby.
Hey there all the lovepies...Loads of love to you all for reading my books..That alone means a lot to me...I am a student at a university...and as much as I don't like it but I am still heavily dependent on my parents financially. Writing stories is my dream and I write what I dream...My stories are a different world for me where I would escape even as a child when I could no longer keep up with the real world. As I write I pour down that little yet unimaginable huge world that I have created in my mind, with the intention that everyone gets a glimpse of it. Showing some support and love will really help me turn my manifestations into reality and that reality might lead others to everything they wanna manifest (who doesn't want their life to turn into their favourite book 🫠 ). YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT MATTERS A LOT!❤️
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