v1carious

do you post on ao3 these ads are literally after every chapter 

Was Sophia black? I always imagined her as black but looking back there was never aesthetics lol

Hi ^_^ do you post your works anywhere other than wattpad?? i would love to keep rereading your stuff, but wattpad is becoming soo shitty with all the commercials

just tried reading RHAPSODY and was confused why it didn’t go past chapter one. i didn’t write anymore chapters. (•́ ᴖ •̀)

So proud of you for focusing on law!! You’re doing so amazing, I love your books 

Ooo! You’ll do great in law, very proud that you’re focusing on that. I just want to see Jace and Lia’s story im happy with whatever,  but I do hope to see a full book for them! Good luck in school  Thank you for the update though

UPDATE ON RHAPSODY:
          
          hi guys, its been a minute and i do apologize for that. im a law student so that took up most of my free time and so i had no time to write. 
          
          i know a lot of you want jase and dhalia’s book and ill be honest with you, im not sure if ill ever get around to writing it. 
          
          i do, however, have a lot of individual chapters/scene ideas/two-three part short stories i have written based on them so if youd like that, i could post that in rhapsody instead of traditional chapters and hopefully (in the future) ill write their full story and combine the individual stories into the actual full length novel. 
          
          let me know what you’d like,
          
          ari 

Please start on RHAPSODY, I NEED THEM 

hi!! I just wanted to stop by and say that I LOVE pessimist so much! I think I’ve reread it about 8 times now. I literally love you 

SCENE EXCERPT: PART II
          
          He watches me with kind eyes, hiking his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and gave me a small smile. 
          
          “Stop—“ I almost gasp out. “Why aren’t you angry? Why don’t you hate me?”
          
          He smiles wider. Softer. “I could never hate you.” He tells me with so much sincerity and I feel like doubling over. 
          
          “Stop.” I say again, and this time cover my face with my hands, blocking him entirely. “Just—“
          
          “You became an author.” He notes, cutting me off. “A famous one at that. I always knew you would make it.”
          
          “Please.” I almost whimper, feeling my eyes well up. “Don’t tell me—“
          
          “I read your book.” 
          
          That sentence hits me harder than I could have imagined. I go silent, breathing hard. That book was the most vulnerable I’ve been in my entire life. It detailed everything about me—the most horrifying and shameful acts of my past. 
          
          He’s read my past relationships. The disconnect with my mother. Our…end. All on paper for millions to read. Including him. 
          
          “Yell at me,” I almost beg. “Hit me. Curse me. Do something.”
          
          “Okay,” He says, warm. He takes a step forward, and I shut my eyes bracing for impact. 
          
          Instead, when two arms wrap tightly around me pulling my face into a warm, familiar chest, I feel myself go limp in his arms. 
          
          He hugs me tighter, rests his nose at the top of my head like he used to do and breathes in deeply. His body almost melts into mine, and it feels like he’s been waiting for this. Searching for us again. 
          
          I didn’t know how much I’ve missed this—him until now. How much I yearned for us again. How much I needed him. How hard life was without him there. 
          
          “It’s okay,” He whispers, soft. Stroking my hair with one hand and holding me close with the other. “It’s alright.”
          
          I can only shake my head because it isn’t. It’s not okay. I’ve missed him.