Joined Aug 2025 Uruguay
Lover of Clichés, Spicy ,Happy Endigs and Tragic Pasts.
I’m still discovering my voice and style, but I feel I’m getting close.
I handle every step of the process myself. From the first spark of an idea, to the long nights of writing, to editing each scene until it feels right.
I hope you enjoy this little piece of my mind and heart.
Tools
Google Docs and Canvas
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Rem’s first draft of Jennifer’s dossier. He only writes them for people he considers “relevant.” Paper doesn’t get hacked. Easy to erase. Feels more personal.
Hi! I’m here to share the story that doesn’t want to leave my mind…
I’ve been working on it for a while now, and I don’t know if anyone would read it, but just knowing it’s out there makes me happy.
I’ve been working on it for a while now, and I don’t know if anyone would read it, but just knowing it’s out there makes me happy.
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From ππ’π«π«π¦π£π’π―’π° ππ¬π±π’ππ¬π¬π¨ — fragments she never meant to share.
Is there a line you could never erase from your mind?
From ππ’π«π«π¦π£π’π―’π° ππ¬π±π’ππ¬π¬π¨ — fragments she never meant to share.
Is there a line you could never erase from your mind?
“You know the feeling… when you don’t want to release something you just got, even if you don’t know what awaits.”
Jace gives me a faint, knowing smile.
“I get it.” We share a look. He understands… how fast time passes. He’s a grown man now. I sigh and stand.
Nostalgia sometimes hits in the strangest moments.
Jace gives me a faint, knowing smile.
“I get it.” We share a look. He understands… how fast time passes. He’s a grown man now. I sigh and stand.
Nostalgia sometimes hits in the strangest moments.
"I’m not sure what kind of creature she is… yet."
Enzo’s hunting thought
Enzo’s hunting thought
But his eyes... they didn’t have that look.
That one with that vicious glint, cruel and greedy that makes you feel like a piece of meat while they calculate how much they can tear from you. The kind that makes me want to scrub my skin off.
That one with that vicious glint, cruel and greedy that makes you feel like a piece of meat while they calculate how much they can tear from you. The kind that makes me want to scrub my skin off.
Jennifer steps into view, wrapped in silk as black as midnight, trailing behind her like a ghost too in love to let go.
