jasminefunke

@jasminefunke you better haunt my ass, woman. I love you SOOOO much. Can life stop fucking us already, I miss being chronically online???? ALSO I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOUR BOOK, BITCH PUBLISH IT ALREADY.

Also I hope you know the second I saw your comment I clutched my chest like a Victorian widow. You are forever imprinted on the ancient scrolls of my soul (and every book I write now, obvi(((; ) if we’re ever torn apart by cruel fate again, I will haunt you and your dreams like a feral menace ghost

@ingridiculous MY WIFE! I MISSED YOU LIKE A STARVED VAMPIRE MISSES BLOOD! Also, hi. Yes. Alive. Barely. But I never forgot you. Not even when the Wattpad ghosts whispered to move on. I said no. I said SHE LIVES IN MY BONES.

Wait I said that and didn’t include my handle, I’m a doofus. Editing has me in a slump lmao! Hauntinglywritten (is my @)

Ahhhh, that’s so exciting! Follow me on Instagram so we can support each others journey! I’d love to grab your stories as well when they're ready! @oliviaxtucker

@jasminefunke Girrrrl do not apologize! All of my work is actually also unpublished for the same reason! Let me know when yours is up on Amazon so I can grab a copy, please!

Sadly she doesn’t get her revenge until the second book but when she does… it’s my favorite part. Her and Leo make them pay

She dug her nails into her palms until blood seeped between her fingers, and still, it wasn't enough to numb the rage that pulsed beneath her skin. "They think chaining me means I am theirs. Think my silence means surrendering. But silence isn't weakness."
            
            She spat blood on the ground, her whole body taut with rage, feeling a fury that would burn cities to ash. "They told me to be silent, to be soft, to let my pain be pretty. But I am done swallowing my words, done folding myself to fit into the shape of their comfort. I am not here to make them feel good. My strength is not a secret, and my voice is not a sin. I am loud, I am fierce. My scars are proof that I am here, that I am enduring-and I will not carry shame for surviving. I will not forgive. I will not forget. I am not their broken thing. I am the fury they tried to bury, and I will come back to them one day as the darkness they gave me."
            
            The tent held her words, and they echoed back at her like a promise, dark and fierce. She would be the storm they'd made, and every step she would take after this would be a heartbeat of vengeance.
            Because women have bled their fury for centuries, and she was done being a silent wound. Her blood would not be spilled and forgotten-it would burn, it would blaze, until the world remembered every woman who dared to survive.

Aria sat beneath tarp walls, trembling, feeling every scar, every bruise etched like a map of vengeance across her skin. Shadows coiled around her like a lover she no longer feared. They were hers now—hers to command, hers to unleash. The cold stretched around her, but nothing compared to the coldness carved into her heart.
            
            She remembered every face. The way they laughed, the sick pleasure in their eyes as they chained her, dug into her, stole her voice, dragged her down to a place where even hope dared not linger. Her wrists, raw and bloodied, the sting of their hands branding her, as if they believed they could claim her as their own. They thought she was small, thought they could bend her, shatter her like glass.
            
            But they failed to see the fire they were feeding.
            
            Her teeth clenched, and her voice cut through the night like the edge of a blade, low and venomous, dripping with fury. "They think I will break for them. Think they can crush me like I am nothing."

@jasminefunke, I love him already. (:

Sadly, same. And now it’s like I can’t write anything but him rn. I only have the first book done and I’m writing his, which is the fourth and final book. Feel like his story will be the best of the series and I can’t publish it until I write the other two *cries* lmao @elle_vares 

Personality:
            This prince was born into privilege and knows it, but he’s also had a wild upbringing that keeps him sharp and just a touch dangerous. He’s sharp-tongued, his sarcasm cutting but somehow magnetic, leaving people hanging on every word. A sense of entitlement fuels his confidence, making him reckless at times, and he views the world as a game he’s meant to win. But that’s precisely what makes him irresistible.
            
            He’s morally grey, never giving away if he’s on your side or only using you for his own gain, but he’s so good at playing both roles that people chase his approval even when he’s dismissive. He’s got a natural charm that’s impossible to ignore, a wry humor that keeps people guessing, and a confidence that makes him feel untouchable. Girls fall for his looks, but it’s his wit and unpredictable nature that keep them spellbound. He’s a prince who loves breaking rules, pushing limits, and testing those around him—all while looking impeccably bored, as if ruling the kingdom is almost beneath him.
            
            His book will be an enemies to lovers, of course. But also about finding oneself and growing into who you’re truly meant to be. With a side note of Aria and Leo’s happy ending. This will be the last book in the series, the fourth and final.