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Starting with sweather weather ??????? ITS A WINNNNN

Okay making a POV for you little character AI children. 😌 OKAY, POV: You were in bed one night, when you got a message. *”Hey loser, you still up?”* as you read it, your gaze shifted to the named, and of course it was e/n. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and clicked on it, responding. *”No, actually, I’m not.”* you responded, and sit your phone down, but it only took a few seconds for them to respond, and you picked your phone back up, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. *”No need to have an attitude, I was trying to be nice for once. Meet me at the old lake by your house, won’t you?”* the text read, and your eyebrows lifted a little. It was 2:32 AM. You couldn’t complain, because you couldn’t sleep, and you were bored. You climbed out of bed, slipping on socks, and your shoes. You climbed out of your window, and ran to the lake by your house, seeing them standing there. You walked up to them, and their gaze shifted from the lake to you. “Took you long enough, idiot.” They grumbled in annoyance, “I’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes.” You rolled your eyes, “Well, you’re the one who texting me randomly at 2 in the morning,” they looked at you and laughed a little, “fair enough.” Their eyes locked with yours for a moment, “C’mon, I gotta show you something,” They mumbled quietly, taking your hand, rushing you to an empty parking lot, with a bike parked in it. “Let’s go for a ride,” they said walking up to the bike, taking a helmet and slipping it on. God, did they look hot. They took another one, and offered to you. Their hand snapped you out of your daze, and you nodded, “Yeah, sure.” You said, taking the helmet, putting it on, watching them climb on the bike, and you got on the back behind them, and heard the bike start. Before you knew it, you were riding through the city with them, looking up at the sky, the wind hitting your face, your heart pounding, your arms around their waist. PT. 2 at 50 likes 😌 OKAY PT. 2 DAMN You watched as the buildings flooded by you like water, your eyes batting slightly from the breeze. When you finally arrive at your destination, it’s on a cliff. You watch e/n climb off, and start walking to the edge. “C’mon, don’t just stand there and look stupid.” He says, not stopping. You scoff, and catch up with him, taking in your surroundings. He sits down on the edge of the cliff, and so do you. You look outward, and the view is amazing, beautiful mountains flooding the area, trees covering them from top to bottom, the night sky combined with the stars and the moon. All you could do was gasp which made them chuckle. “Beautiful, right?” you turn your head to respond to them, but their not even looking at the sky, their looking at you. “Yeah, beautiful.” you mutter, smiling slightly. You turn your head back to the sky, taking a deep breath. Maybe tonight wasn’t so boring after all. PT.3 will be at 100 likes, and the last part!

first song hit really bad🫨🫨

Enemies to lovers goes from wanting to kill them to wanting to kill for them💀

The bad thing about this playlist is that it ends, it's very good 😅

writing a dark romance

I LOVE ENEMIES TO LOVERS SM THIS PLAYLIST FITS IT

jude and cardan are the best enemies to lovers couple

I got u to 3.1k likes but this is still super underated best playlist ive heard in months

THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG!❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

This trope isn’t even my favorite but I love this playlist

**Catira:** **O que é:** A Catira é uma dança folclórica brasileira, originária das regiões rurais do país, especialmente populares no interior. Os participantes realizam passos sincronizados e acelerados, acompanhados por uma percussão forte e animada. **Características:** A Catira é marcada pela energia e alegria do povo do campo, refletindo a cultura e a tradição caipira. Os dançarinos formam pares ou grupos, executando passos coreografados que ressaltam a conexão com a vida rural e a natureza. **Significados e Expressões:** A Catira representa a celebração da vida no campo, a solidariedade e união comunitária, a alegria em meio às adversidades e a valorização das tradições culturais do Brasil. Essa dança é uma expressão vibrante da identidade caipira, transmitindo valores de coletividade, respeito e resiliência através de movimentos sincronizados e ritmos contagiantes. **Quadrilha:** **O que é:** A Quadrilha é uma dança popular brasileira, tradicionalmente associada às festas juninas. Inspirada nas danças de salão europeias do século XIX, a Quadrilha foi adaptada ao contexto brasileiro, incorporando elementos da cultura caipira e rural. **Características:** A Quadrilha envolve a participação de pares e grupos que seguem uma coreografia que simula um casamento caipira, com personagens como noivos, noivas, damas, cavalheiros, entre outros. A dança é marcada por cores vibrantes, músicas festivas e alegria contagiante. **Significados e Expressões:** A Quadrilha é uma representação cultural da festividade junina, promovendo a união, a diversão e a celebração da colheita e das tradições caipiras. Por meio de seus passos coreografados e personagens folclóricos, a Quadrilha transmite valores de comunidade, amor, humor e respeito às raízes culturais brasileiras, sendo uma manifestação festiva e colorida da identidade do povo brasileiro. **Cateretê:** **O que é:** O Cateretê é uma dança folclórica de origem indígena que ganhou popularidade em diversas regiões do Brasil. Caracterizada por movimentos ágeis e vigorosos, o Cateretê incorpora elementos da natureza e da cultura ancestral em suas representações. **Características:** O Cateretê se destaca pelos movimentos que imitam animais como onças, aves e serpentes, em uma expressão folclórica e enérgica. Os dançarinos realizam passos acelerados e envolventes, transmitindo a vitalidade e a conexão com a natureza presentes na cultura brasileira. **Significados e Expressões:** O Cateretê simboliza a relação do povo brasileiro com a natureza, a espiritualidade e as tradições indígenas, mantendo viva a rica diversidade cultural do país. Por meio de seus ritmos envolventes e representações animalescas, o Cateretê expressa a força, a criatividade e a ancestralidade do povo brasileiro, celebrando a vida e a riqueza cultural que permeiam a identidade nacional.

Aaaaa this is so amazing 😭

damn this playlist >>>

Imperio>>>>>🖤👑

The first two songs>>>>>>>>

I loved this playlist, I'm going on a trip and it's the best because I imagine myself with those songs, I love it

oh wow 😮 lâu lắm rồi mới thấy ad quay lại á :33

Nghe playlist này xong tui lại nhớ đến bộ Codename cũng là enemies to lovers đã quáaaaa😻😻🔥

THIS IS REALLY A ROCKETSHIP IMPROVEMENTS LOL YOU GAINED MY SUB BECAUSE OF YOUR MASSIVE VIEWS IN 3WEEKS

6:09 GUYS.

I love all your POV guys

Even though it's not from enemies to lovers, the photos remind me of the book Beyaz leke in Turkey

POV: You’re sitting in your desk’s office. Today has been a rough day for you, you had spilled your coffee twice in only five hours and, besides, you are supposed to be attending a new meeting with the boss of the company: Matt DiAngelo. He is said to be the worst director ever, among the people his eyes are famous for being void of any emotion. And you obviously hate him for that, like everyone else does in Black and White Lawyers. Therefore, your legs and arms feel tired of working all morning without a break and you have to go now to the meeting with DiAngelo’s CEOs. They’re already waiting for you when you cross the corridor towards the meetings room. Every man is dressed properly for the occasion: tuxedos and ties and everything that must be needed to have “elegance” in this buffeting. “Carla, sit here please” a soft voice points at a chair close to the door. You are adjusting your long black pants (today you preferred something different than the tube skirts as you have always loved) when two grey eyes lock on you. “Who’s this?” “She’s Carla González” an old woman whispered. “Take her out of here, right now” he ordered, firmly. And with that only sentence I decided to speak: “You are no one to tell me if I should stay here or not”. I retorted. “I’m an office assistant, not a slave.” His arms tensed holding the chair he was aiming to sit down on so hard, that his veins shone very brightly. “So you think like that, don’t you?” I heard his footsteps approaching me from behind. I started to get anxious. “You are my employee, mrs. González.” He caressed the chair with one finger. “You should watch out your mouth the next time you’re sitting at my desk, with my best CEOs.” I hoped that encounter was met to end in that moment. Little did I know that Matt DiAngelo would be my worst nightmares.

love it

Gives me maxton hall vibes idk why😭

حبيتت 🇮🇶🤌🏻💕💗

well, cũng khá lâu rồi mới thấy ad làm lại vid bữa giờ tui cũng khá bận cho ôn thi tốt nghiệp nên cũng ít để ý đến laptop 😅

"I hate you "♠️ No you don't "♥️

Need pov's...😶

I wake in a dark warehouse. Dried blood stains the floor and I struggle against the rope. I'm tied to a chair. "Finally. Was waiting for you to gain consciousness," a cold voice came from behind. I twisted my neck to see him- no, a dozen. All in dark suits, and by the faint glint of something metal, they had knives. Possibly guns. I swallowed. "What do you want from me?" The tallest of them saunters to me. "Not you. Your psycho lover." He slowly crouches, elbows on his thigh, his hand perched loose on his knee. "Tell him to call his men back from our territory and I'll release his little princess," he crooned. If it weren't for my life at stake, I would have laughed. I only slowly shook my head. "You got the wrong person. I'm not his lover." I meet his eyes and see confusion in them. "The marriage; it's only a contract. He was forced into it as much as I was." I grit my teeth, muttering, "I killed his closest friend. I would have died if he didn't need a faux wife for his power games. We both hate each other to the core." And I'm suddenly met with an incredulous laughter. I frown. He only slowly shakes his head, his laughter dying out in slow chuckles. "That poor thing." He says almost to himself. "That poor, wretched thing. Oh, I never expected I'd pity him." He looks at me like he sees me in a completely new light. "What hell have you put him through all this time?" I'm still confused. "I don't understand." He then raises his gaze to level it with mine, no longer amused. "He loves you to the core, Adriane. And it's killing him."

I need the title of the books 😭

0:30 POV: You're a doctor driving home from work. Something suddenly hits the front of your car and you freeze, stomach clenching in horror, as the dark figure tumbles away from the crash. You hurry out of the car, to the motionless man on the ground. "Sir! Are you-," the words die in your mouth as you take in his state. He is barely alive, a puddle of blood around him so deep it reflects the dark clouds overhead. You hurry to call for an ambulance, then your entire body freezes. The blood is not from the car crash. He has multiple gunshot wounds. As you realize this you notice that he is in a jet-black full suit, smack in the middle of a road in a forest. With no car. And a gun. He has a gun in his front pocket. You stumble back a few steps as everything, down to every single inch, screams danger. But he would die if you don't stem the bloodloss now. You hesitate. But you're a doctor. At the end you perform surgery on him, right on the spot before his life gutters out. Your hands tremble as the bullet is removed. Then another. A third. Fourth. Bandage the knife wounds. His blood flow ceases and color returns to his face. He is saved, for now. And just as you stand up to leave him there, to go back to the normal, the good of the world, you hear the click of something metal. The barrel shines in the night as he slowly raises himself with the other arm. "You. Why?" You try to steady your breath. He didn't shoot. He could've, yet instead he asked her a question. "I'm a doctor. You were a patient." He looks down at his bandaged arm, the puddle of blood on the ground. Then studies her slowly. "Take me with you. I need a safehouse," he says, his voice cold and commanding, the gun in his hand slightly adjusting course to aim right at her heart.

The pictures give Juliette and Aaron vibes. I mean they were enemies at the starting as well 😋

He was turning against me. The moment I had been dreading since the beginning. That my daydreaming had expired and he had gone back to my target, that I was to shoot him dead and he a mafia to kill his assassin. I felt it the moment he went rigid besides me and heard the click of something metal moving in his hands. "Adam?" "Don't be so shocked, darling," he said, the barrel aimed unwaveringly between my eyes. "I thought we both knew I was just having some fun, that's all." "So was I," I spat out. But my voice broke, my hand with the pistol still limp at my side. "You were just entertainment." He cocked his head as we both heard how much my voice shook with emotions betraying my words. "You really did like me, didn't you," he murmured, almost to himself. "Shut up," I snapped, finally raising the barrel to match his. "Shut up, Adam." My voice shook with anger. Hurt. Betrayal. Pain. And... as much as I didn't want to feel it, Love. My fingers trembled on the trigger. "Why didn't you kill me already?" I hissed. "You had your chance." He just shrugged. "So do you, princess." He took a sudden step foward, the barrel nearing me as I stumbled back in surprise. "How about we go out together," he whispered, "you know they'll try to kill you too to erase all traces. Why not go out together with your love of life?" He snickered. "Stop doing that," I said. My vision started blurring. He hesitated at my tears, fingers tentatively reaching out to brush them away. I jerked away. "Don't touch me," I snarled. "You're choosing to toy with me even now? Is this funny to you?" He only murmured, "On the count of three, together darling?" I stared at his black eyes for a moment. Then nodded. The bullet clicked into the gun as I loaded. "One." "Two." Something flickered across his features. Gone before I could comprehend it. It didn't matter anyways. We were about to die anyways. "Three." I felt in my hands before the sound, the momentum knocking back my hand as my bullet flew free. I slowly opened my eyes. He was lying on the floor, blood flecking the wet pavement. His blood. I looked down at myself and saw I was unharmed. I dropped to his side and tore the gun from his grip. It wasn't even loaded. "Adam, you idiot," I gritted out, voice breaking, as I see his breath halt to an end.

Sooo I’m in sixth grade and I’m writing a book with my best friend it all started in fourth period and I randomly started writing and she wanted to join sooo it’s called the summer of us two high school kids about to graduate (a bl btw) the main characters Leo and Daniel Leo’s dad is abusive which in the end of the book Leo’s dad kills Leo but in the epilogue there’s a twist where Leo actually survived and he was in a coma for two weeks and yea (it’s enemies to lovers as well between Daniel and Leo Daniel is Leo’s bully I guess and like yea 😀

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MAXTON HALL Y'ALLLLLLLL

i needded so muchhh name of the final soooongggg pleeeaseee

What is the name of the book in the picture?

I WANT THE NAME PF THE BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKS!!!!!!!

what books are the 2 quotes from?

The name of the second song ?

𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍❤

Heyyy, how did you post this? Why is it not copyright? Can I get the answer pls

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