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Dying Wish
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Ongoing, First published Aug 19, 2024
Mature
"Tell me something," Leona said, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes flickered to his frowning face. "Why are you doing this?"

Her lips pressed together, a small, almost painful smile tugging at her mouth as she breathed in slowly, her chest rising with the effort.

He took a shaky breath, his voice raw, almost broken. "Because I can't live without you. Not anymore."


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What happens when life, love, and the choices we make when time runs out. Leona Hawke, a successful author, faces an uncertain future after a rare heart condition threatens to take it all away. Determined to finish one last project, she finds herself entangled with Dr. Tristan Hale a brilliant but guarded heart surgeon with his own demons.

When their worlds collide, both are forced to confront what it means to truly live-and to let go. But as the clock ticks, secrets unfold, and a journey neither expected begins.

What would you risk for one last chance at life? And how far would you go to save someone who doesn't want to be saved?
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365 Veils of Leon S. Kennedy

80 parts Ongoing

She thought she buried the past. But the past never buries you. A sudden flash of memory... her father's dying eyes, and a legacy built on secrets and broken promises. Leon S. Kennedy was never meant to love her. He haunted her dreams, mocked her in silence, stalked her steps like a shadow with no name. "You don't get to play the hero when your hands are drenched in my blood." Until She met Him by chance, a stranger, a weapon, a key to the lies that bound her. Their eyes crossed, briefly, like two stars brushing in an endless sky... beautiful, distant, and destined to never meet. "I don't expect you to care. But I'll keep hoping you'll let me stay." In Paris, under dim lights, their eyes met again... his gaze colder, her heart colder still. Each lie Leon tried to bury only clawed deeper. Her hatred sharpened, he watched her, Stalked her without knowing why, as if her presence was a riddle only he could never solve. "I never wanted to be your savior... I just wanted to be less of your curse, more of your love." Leon might have wept once... only once, for a woman he couldn't save, for a life he accidentally destroyed. Their marriage exposed like an open wound where the world could see. She tried to look away, but his eyes always found hers... like fate, relentless, pulling them closer with every stolen second. Aaira became heartless. Cold. Empty. Untouchable. Yet in the dark, Leon's love grew stronger, a wildfire impossible to extinguish. "I loved you the way a man loves the edge of a blade... knowing it will cut him in the end. Yet each night, 🎵: "I don't choose this way, It just feels right. No need to understand, I'm already home." Blood is thicker, they say... but sometimes, it's the blade that cuts deepest. In the end, the ones closest to us are the ones who break us most. And maybe... just maybe, something real waits to be born. Or maybe they are both already dead.