Ink. Quill. Me.

Welcome to my greenhouse, where multiple stories grow. Roots tangling. Branches reaching. Every draft breathing under the same sky: Love. Not the candlelit kind- the kind that interrogates, trains you, and spits you out if it finds you unworthy.

TWO FLOORS DOWN
Romance with a pulse. This is chicklit in heels, and it begins with a misdelivered journal.

A RECKLESS SABATO
History with a heartbeat. Fact stitched to fiction so cleanly you'll question which is which. Best read slowly. Preferably with red wine.

GODS PLAY CHESS
Tender, yet devastating. The kind of love that laughs while it breaks you. Yes, bring tissues. No, they won't be enough.

TALED WRONGLY
A fairy tale that refuses to play by the rules. The villain speaks. The court listens. And your predictions? They will not survive the cross-examination.

ONCE UPON A TAJ MAHAL
Soft at first glance. Pay attention. Do not be fooled. Blink, and you'll find your heart gone.

WHERE OLEANDERS GROW
Strategy dressed as a story. If you understand the board, you'll recognize the sacrifice before the checkmate. If you don't, you'll feel it anyway.

HURREM
This one will have you wondering: is it a love story, or a political assassination of the heart?

BENEATH THESE SKIES: SHORT STORIES BY A.Y. WEST
One page. Tiny detonations written for readers who like to begin and end in the same breath.

Stay long enough, and one of these stories will choose you.