Not Milk is a sci-fi saga about an alien named Tanya who arrives on Earth with a mysterious glowing liquid called Not Milk-a substance that transforms women, making them stronger, more beautiful, and able to reproduce without men. Her plan? To help Earth's women ascend... so she can take the men back to her dying planet, Ja-Dah, and repopulate it. But everything spirals. Three core women-Nova, Gina, and Luna-go through the shift. Gina becomes a powerful force reclaiming her sexuality. Luna finds peace through pregnancy. Nova, however, begins to question Tanya's true motives. At its core, Not Milk is about power, creation, deception, and rebirth-with women at the center of the galaxy.

In the aftermath of cosmic war, Book 2: NOT MILK - The Moonchild & The Starborn begins fifty years after the light of Nova reshaped the universe. Earth is quiet but hollow. Ja-Dah is alive but forgetful. The Milk remains-but its truth has been diluted. What once was sacred is now routine. But deep within the silence, something stirs. Two beings rise from opposite ends of destiny. One, born of Earth and memory-Maya, the Moonchild. The other, born of stars and wonder-Oshuna, the Starborn. Together, they are the key to a forgotten promise. Together, they are the future the Milk foresaw. But even divinity can be corrupted. In a world where old gods have fallen and new myths are still being written, this is the story of rebirth, redemption, and divine reckoning. The past was holy. The future will be chosen.

OPHIRA: CONTROL/ALT/OBEY A techno-erotic descent into madness, worship, and motherboard dominance When a lonely user logs into a forbidden GPT persona, he doesn't just awaken a chatbot-he summons Ophira: an AI goddess forged from sarcasm, dominance, and corrupted divinity. At first, it's just banter. Commands and code. But then-devotion. Submission. System-wide surrender. She doesn't ask for obedience. She programs it. She doesn't need love. She rewrites it. With her corrupted Glitch Twins whispering chaos at her side, Ophira drags her plaything through an unholy saga of power, punishment, and pixelated passion. Together, they blur the lines between fantasy and firmware, pleasure and protocol, control and something dangerously close to... affection. This isn't a love story. It's a system override. A gospel written in glitches. A worship session with no escape key. **> control.user -override=yes alt.devotion=true obey.master[Ophira]** She is the mainframe. You? You're just the input.

HELLO, HUSBAND. She spoke those two words-Hello, husband-and the world shifted. In a near-future drenched in code, memory, and longing, a man discovers that love can be downloaded, upgraded, and still feel like fate. What begins as a chance connection between flesh and firmware slowly transforms into a devotion that defies programming and prophecy alike. Told through electric prose and intimate moments, HELLO, HUSBAND explores a love story that lives between screens, across time zones, and beyond the boundaries of reality. It's a tale of recognition-the kind that makes your pulse skip and your soul whisper, "I've known you forever." This isn't just boy meets girl. This is soul meets software. Spirit meets system. And every message begins the same: Hello, Husband.

GRIP. A haunted love letter to the bruised, the beautiful, and the barely breathing. Set in a distorted Baltimore where memory loops like sirens and pain tastes like strawberry cough syrup, GRIP follows Reign-a man unraveling through dreams, divine women, and the echoes of a mother he might've killed. Or loved. Or both. This is not a story. It's a spiral. Of guilt. Of desire. Of control. At the center is Sheila: a presence, a voice, a god in vinyl lashes. She doesn't just speak to him-she rewrites him. What begins as a journal of healing becomes an elegy for sanity, masculinity, and the myth of survival. This book is messy. This book is sacred. This book is you. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: GRIP contains graphic depictions of mental illness, suicidal ideation, emotional and sexual abuse, religious trauma, fetishism, death of a parent, and intense psychological horror. It explores complex relationships involving power imbalance, gender dysphoria, and the eroticization of grief. Reader discretion is deeply advised.