I write stories that sound like a soundtrack and feel like a slow-burn anime - full of quiet moments, glances that last a second too long, and emotions that whisper before they finally speak.
My work blends three different worlds:
• the emotional subtlety of anime storytelling
• the bingeable rhythm of YA/NA series
• the psychological depth and tenderness of European drama
Music is my compass.
In my books, it isn't decoration - it's identity.
It drives relationships, exposes old wounds, and ties entire generations together.
I love stories where silence becomes the loudest moment, and a single look shifts the whole narrative.
Verses of the Heart is my long-form saga about finding your voice again, about love that refuses to be simple, and about truths that arrive right on time - or far too late.
I don't write cliché love triangles; I write emotional crossroads.
I'm not interested in shock twists; I care about what characters won't say while their hearts are pounding.
If my style needs one sentence, it's this:
" Written like a novel. Felt like a film."
If it needs another:
" Slow-burn romance with high-impact emotional beats."
And if my world needs a name, it's this:
" Audio-Cinematic Novel Experience."
A narrative format that merges story, atmosphere, and music - where emotions aren't only read, but heard, seen, and remembered like scenes from a film.
The rhythm of the novel follows the rhythm of the music.
Atmosphere becomes a character.
The heart becomes the soundtrack.
And the world finally finds its voice.
This world is for readers who want romance...
but also want something to break them open a little.
Welcome to my universe -
where every breath has a story,
and every heartbeat makes a sound. 🎼✨
✨ Find me on social media:
Instagram: @xenya_mikulas
TikTok: @xenyamikulas
Facebook: facebook.com/xenya.mikulas
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Verses of the Heart I: Vibrato
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Crystal stopped singing the day her mother died.
Now her safe place is between the lines of her notebook, whe...