Dark desires. Ruin. Obsession. Forbidden love.
Welcome, reader. My stories are not simple tales of boy meets girl. They are immersive, layered worlds — Gracefield, Richland Falls, the Immortal Realm, Narath, — where the men are obsessive, and the women walk sideways like crabs, carrying secrets that pull you deeper into their ache and ruin.
Celeste Noir stories grip like a lover — fierce, consuming, impossible to escape. If you seek fleeting pleasure, this may not be for you. But if you long to be transported into forbidden lives where nothing is what it seems — then you are home.