allanieg_

How would you guys feel if I make a BL story? will you guys be interested on reading it?

In_vity

Hi!! I noticed in one of your books the girl who traveled to 1889,I noticed that you wrote that Lana cutted a traditional barro't saya and I just wanna inform that it's very disrespectful since it's a traditional dress,maybe it would be nice for you to edit it? I know it's part of the story but it's just really weird to cut a traditional dress in any shape or form

sailorintheseea

https://www.wattpad.com/story/276079230?utm_source=android&utm_medium=whatsapp&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=sailorintheseea&wp_originator=6AoNzuwTzm5Ler%2FY3bpHnYztUX1nV7X%2FT2Ag99Mor5w4oFg8%2B1Pc0eO2GMekaaP58tUTmLBeENkzd2VqXiQsRVutwTPFzzTzSWdVAJBRgBrOJHIhXGaGH2MEXCExUCNI
          
          Every story ends when a murder takes place. Mine began when I killed my Boyfriend.
          
          Hey, I'm Erin Heather. 
          
          I was born in a small town called Sedona, the most artistic city in all of Arizona. I decided I wanted to become an Artist.  When I was young, we moved around a lot. I saw a lot of places and it helped me improve my visionary skills. My elder brother died when I was 6 and when I was 10 my parents walked out on me. 
          
          Ironically as an Artist, the only colour I knew my whole life was Grey. So instead of crying about it, I wanted to change my life. 
          
          So, I moved to New York City at 15. Thanks to my parents leaving their money and my saving habits, I was pretty wealthy for someone that age. Effortlessly, I very soon became a pretty famous Artist. Somewhere down the road, I fell in love with a small-time thief. And it changed my life around. My Grey skies turned Golden.
          
          I know why you're here. You're here for an epic story, a tragic love and a happy ending. Well let me tell you something, you're not going to find a happy ending here.
          
          I killed my partner in crime, or I think I did. I'm not entirely sure what happened that night, how it happened or why. But I painted my nails with his blood. And that's when I became the psychopathic killer I am today.
          
          I stepped in mud and dragged it for 5 years. Now I'm stuck in big city with nowhere to hide. Even if I did get a chance to change my destiny, past has a habit of repeating itself. I'd be screwed either way. So, what do I do?

allanieg_

To all of the THE GIRL WHO TRAVELED BACK TO 1898 readers:
          
          My story is about to reach its end and I just want to know what kind of ending you'd like to happen. 
          
          Do you want a happy ending? A bittersweet ending? Please let me know.

allanieg_

Hello! I have a new story that I published yesterday and it's titled: The Grim Reaper In Red Stilettos :) 
          
          If you're a K-drama fan, you have probably watched Hotel Del Luna and Goblin already. My new story is inspired by the K-dramas that I mentioned. 
          
          Please support my new story! :)