Zoe

Tw :cannibalism, gore, violence
          
           Therapy becomes seduction.
          Empathy becomes complicity.
          Music becomes murder
          Blood-stained keys, shared meals with hidden ingredients, and a final, fatal note of obsession.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/408023399

Hey kinnmac story plzz

This was in my drafts from my half-job era — I had written six drafts. But when I read them again, I didn’t have the heart to leave them unpublished, so I just uploaded it."
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/387866580

Blood and Honey :
          
          
          Kim disappeared three nights ago.
          Now he wakes up chained, cold, and shirtless—Vegas watching him like he’s the one being tested.
          
          “What does it feel like to lose everything?”
          
          
          The rules are gone. The line between hate and obsession? Already blurred.
          And Kim doesn’t know if he’s supposed to survive this… or become part of it.
          
          
          

Hello it's Favour 

Quick question 
          Whether I should continue under his watch or not?

Happy birthday  Zoe!!!!

My last fic
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/389364547

          
          Hey everyone,
          
          You guys know I  actually stopped writing for a while, and while clearing out my drafts, I came across this story. I thought, why not share it? It’s different from my usual works, and I felt like it deserved a chance.
          
          That said, updates might be slow, or I may not finish it, as life has been pretty busy lately. But I hope you enjoy what I do share.
          
          — Zoe
          
          

          
          Hey,
          This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to say, but I’ve decided to stop writing. It wasn’t an easy decision.I kept going back and forth, thinking about all of you who have been with me through every story, every chapter, and every emotion. You made this journey so special, and it’s because of you that I held on for so long.
          
          Writing gave me a way to express emotions I couldn’t always say out loud, and knowing my words touched even one person’s heart made it all worth it. But now, I feel it’s time for me to move on, even though it’s painful.
          
          I’ll never forget the love, kindness, and connection we shared. Thank you for believing in me and my stories. I hope they’ll stay with you, just as your support will always stay with me.
          
          Goodbye for now,
          Zoe