It was a normal day for the DankHamilSquad™. That was until a giant portal resembling a fire appeared above them and they were transported to a shit British school. It seems normal at first, with a cast of quirky teachers and odd classmates, but is there a more sinister plot going on behind the scenes? This is going to be a wild adventure...

A Second Love story • In a world where love should uplift, Hawa is trapped in a painful cycle with her first love, whose charm conceals a dark, abusive side. As hope fades and despair grows, she meets someone who sees beyond her scars. But breaking free from her past isn't easy, as shadows of her first love threaten to pull her back. Can Hawa escape the chains of her past, or will love lead her to heartbreak once more?

Betrayal, Sacrifice, Love, Secret Royalty, and a quest to save the world. Reine and her friends travel from kingdom to kingdom to (attempt) to stop their adversary from victory. However, things left unsaid often leave them back at square one, and during a mission gone wrong, Reine is swept away to a secret kingdom and finds far more about herself that she never knew- hatching a new plan to finally succeed... at least, that was the plan. A story I wrote years ago that I thought is worth sharing <3 the first book i ever fully finished.

"The Turning Earth" - poetic, evocative, and designed to draw a reader in: The Turning Earth An Epic Poem of Seasons, Solitude, and Self In this sweeping, lyrical journey through the seasons, "The Turning Earth" follows the life of a woman as she grows with the land she tends-from the first breath of spring to the deep hush of winter. Rooted in nature's rhythms and rich with emotional depth, each movement-Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter-tells a chapter of her transformation: from innocent dreamer to fierce lover, from solitary wanderer to quiet keeper of wisdom. Alongside the changing skies and cycles of growth and decay, she learns to plant, to trust, to grieve, and to let go. Told in graceful verse, this is not just a tale of seasons, but a celebration of becoming-of embracing life's beauty and sorrow, and finding home not in place, but in presence.