Dive into the depths of my soul, where emotions flow like rivers and words are the waves that crash against the shore. This collection of poems is a journey of love, loss, and self-discovery.

Aurora Lovelace doesn't belong in hell! Shot in the heart by her fiance Aurora landed in hell, and wants nothing else than to get out, and be in heaven where she belongs. Being saved by a certain radio demon who tells her about Hazbin Hotel. A hotel that redeems sinners, and lets them enter the pearly gates offers her the deal of a lifetime would she take it? Alastor the radio demon stumbled across a new member of hell who happened to have a vast knowledge of Haitian Voodoo and might be the key to freeing him from his deal and offers her redemption in Hazbin Hotel. What would happen to them when they work together will romance blossom or would Alastor use her for his own selfish needs? Takes place after the war with heaven.

'When I Whisper to the Dusk' is a collection of poems that gives voice to unspoken emotions - tracing love, longing, and quiet becoming in the fading light. ( ✯⁠ ) ── Cover Credits - @godsmaniac

He burned me once. If he lights that match again... I'll drag him straight into the fire. "Miss me, Adora?"

of short stories and poetries that we write just to satisfy ourselves ; precisely our feelings .

midnight, melancholy, and me, singing together, a song of the '90s.

On her fortieth birthday, Rennie Fitzgerald has finally realized that there is no timeline for adulting, no ticking clock for setting a date for marriage, and no pressure to have children. If only Imani Aguillon's parents had reached the same conclusion... What do you do when you're on the cusp of middle age and under pressure to get married, give your folks some grandkids, and live a life that's completely different from the one you want? And what if your Ms Right is just around the corner, waiting to be met? Welcome to a kinky Sapphic romcom containing bondage, spanking, orgasm denial, social justice questions, the Unipiper, active volcanoes, an argumentam ad absurdum proving that bats are bugs, ballroom dance lessons, Immanuel Kant, marriage discussions, THE WORLD'S LONGEST SAFEWORD! and more. Adults 18+ only.

These aren't just wounds; they're memories that refused to fade. 'Diary of Scars' - a confession written in the language of ruin. ( ✯⁠ ) ── Cover Credits - @godsmaniac

Elena is a student of the human body, but she's far more interested in how it stops than how it works. For years, she has operated in the quiet spaces between heartbeats, delivering a lethal brand of justice to men who leave bruises on the world. Her life is a meticulously balanced scale: the sterile, white-coat normalcy of her nursing career against the dark, high-voltage thrill of the "corrections" she performs in her basement. She is the judge, the jury, and the silent executioner. But the scale tips when Detective Gabe Miller arrives. He isn't just a threat; he's an obsession. He comes from her past, dragging the ghost of her first kill into her present, and he refuses to let the "perfect" science of her crimes stand. As Gabe sifts through the wreckage she left behind in Michigan, he falls into the orbit of the woman she pretends to be in Des Moines. Now, Elena is playing a game where the prize is her own survival. She's inviting the law into her bed and a hunter into her heart. As the physical evidence mounts and Gabe's intuition narrows the search to a woman with her specific medical hands, Elena has to face the one variable she couldn't calculate: What happens when the only person who truly understands your mind is the one determined to put you in a cage? The bleach is losing its scent. The shadows are getting shorter. And Elena is realizing that even the most perfect dose of poison can't stop the truth from bleeding through.