Raven Enigma DarkHeart

I was talking to one of my fellow Wattpaders and they actually though I done died or something lol... literally our convo:
          Me: heyyyyy sup! <3
          Them: ...
          Me: how's it going?
          Them: I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD I HAVEN"T HEARD FROM YOU IN LIKE THREE MONTHS!! 
          Me: ... umm... I got better?
          
          ... damn Just remember y'all I'm the side quest friend..  I'll pop in your life and then just *vanish*. Call me Ravdini lol. No but on a serious note life be mean to me.. A lot has happened to me in just the past week. But anyways I hope you all had a wonderful thanksgiving! <333

I'm still alive!

Hey loves, been a minute... how are y'all doing?

Never give up passion—it’s what makes life meaningful 

WAKE UPPPP SISTAAA

As a writer with a loud and tragic mind, I do believe both God and the devil had their equal parts of making us. God have us the gift, or more so talent, to shape the world around us into words we then turn into art. But the devil drenched that gift in misery and tragedy. Made it to were our thoughts are louder and crueler then most. God gave us beautiful smiles... But the devil took our light. Our reason to share that smile. God put us in a beautiful world, bright and just exploding with color, but the devil trained our eyes to only find darkness even in the brightest of days. We are both the sun and the moon. Our minds are both the beautiful and ugly.  We are capable of such raw gift but we lack the passion and self love it takes to share it. Our minds are full of thoughts but our lips refuse to convey them into voice. We are tragedy and perfection, braided together to make a enigma. A living contradiction. 
          
          Follow if you feel the same. 
          
          Words from the soul... 
          Raven E. DarkHeart
          
          

Thank you so much for adding my short story in your reading lists! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

OMGGG I ONLY JUST REALIZED THERE'S MORE CHAPTERS OF WRATH OF THE HUNTRESS

To all of the lovely people reading my book, love yall ❤️

Why is it I can be the funniest, life of the party type, most lovable, sweetest kind person... But I can also be the saddest, most pained, angriest darkest soul you've ever met....? Why am I both?