A collection of enigmatic quotes.

She only sought freedom through music. He sought to possess her because of it. - A young girl was abandoned and trapped within the confines of a popular brothel named The Flower's Garden. With a burst of courage, she and two other girls planned their escape. Yet their defiance was met with death and ruin - their bodies left to freeze beside the morning trash. But Daniel Wellinger, a respected apothecary, found one of the girls alive and took her home. He nursed her back to health and gave her a new name, a new life - Deborah. Despite the prejudices of the land of Fantasia, Deborah grew like a flower under Daniel's protective care. She learned his apothecary craft and became a prodigy in violin playing. Her music tickled the ears of Duke Markus Beaufort, a sickly noble haunted by inner demons. Her songs soothed him, but what began as fascination soon curdled into obsession. During an outing with her father, Deborah captures the attention of Jonah Watson, the son of a wealthy doctor. A tender connection blooms between them. But will their budding love survive in a society bound by class and prejudice? From the shadows, Markus watches, unwilling to let her go. Deborah had once saved his life, and now, in his mind, she belonged to him. He has one goal: "I must destroy her if I'm to have her." Torn between a man who'd do anything for her and a man who'd do anything to get her, Deborah must fight for the career, freedom, and love she truly deserves. But after surviving the darkness once before, can she face it again without losing herself? #1 in Girl 1/24/26 #1 in Historical Fiction #1 in Sociopath 11/30/25 #1 in Safe Love 2/16/26 #1 in Jealousy 3/9/26 *Cover created and edited in Canva

❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 ▐ 𝔦. 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀? ] ▐ 𝔦𝔦. 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 ]⠀

"A guide to manifest your dream character-until the dream starts manifesting you." A fanfic within a fanfic. A writer who thought they were in control. A story that was never meant to be real-until it started writing back. The lines between fiction and reality blur, ink spilling into existence, until the author is no longer sure: Did they create the story, or has the story created them?" ___________________________________________ © 2025 Lian