We met when stars forgot to shine, In stolen glances, yours and mine. No words were said, no promises made, Just love that bloomed and softly stayed. You were the silence I longed to hear, The almost-touch I held so near. But walls were built by blood and name, And love was caught in quiet flame. Still, in my heart, your echo rings, I'm chasing hope where fate still clings. And if we meet in skies above- Just say "yes"... and call it love.

She knew he was danger. He knew she was his. In a world where love is lethal and obsession runs deep, she falls for the one man everyone fears. He's a criminal-ruthless, possessive, and willing to burn the world for her. This isn't a love story. It's a warning.

She was just trying to survive. He was the trouble she didn't need. Christina has never known love, not from her family, not from the world. As a stepdaughter, she's only ever been a burden, mistreated and ignored. Then there's Jack Cole who is cocky, reckless, and every bit the bad boy he's rumored to be. He teases her, gets under her skin, but what Christina doesn't know is... he's been in love with her all along. She doesn't believe in love. He doesn't believe in good endings. But what if, this time, they're both wrong? WEEKLY UPDATES >♡

Somewhere deep in the universe, there is an alien earth, whose people made of sound the very essence of their life. After millennia of history, a conflict out of the ordinary is on the verge of exploding: the evil Elizabeth Estro, princess of Luthelmark, desires more than anything to extend her dictatorial dominion beyond her territory's borders. The isles of the north too, agitated by their divine guide, have come to their final showdown. However, these are only the manifestations of an ancient curse that has been threatening to annihilate the lands of Hertzia for more than five thousand years. When a desperate scream, its voice unknown, echoes from the mountains, the people interpret it as a call to arms. Two past rival forces unite to contrast the impending apocalypse, that could end with the irreparable fracturing of the very source of existence: the Hertz. The War of Spring is a personal interpretation of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, my favorite orchestral piece, envisioned as an epic fantasy where instruments become living beings, and music itself becomes breaths, words, steps, action. If you enjoy a story with a deep lore, this is for you! I illustrated the cover myself, along many other artworks that will be added to the chapters!