I was just trying to survive the night.Then I found him bleeding out in the snow — the most gorgeous scent I'd ever smelled, and the reason my quiet, lone-wolf life just ended.He's a Gamma with a mate who rejected him once already. I'm a wolf who's never belonged to a pack in my life.We shouldn't work. The bond between us doesn't care.Fated mates. One bite mark from forever — if the hunters don't find us first.

This is a rewrite of the Magic Candy Trilogy, Book One, when I found out that there was massive editing error in the back of my original draught

Started working on a project with the AI software and I thought I was doing good. I nearly had a fit and a half when I found out that the AI lied to me the entire time.

This is a long book about the betrayed fox captain how is forced into endless lives

Vic is a young vixen just trying to survive the daily grind, but the corporate world is a meat grinder. Overworked, exhausted, and trapped under the thumb of a predatory, abusive boss, she is pushed far past her breaking point. When a final, horrific line is crossed, Vic doesn't just snap—she evolves. Shedding her fur and her prey mentality, she triggers a terrifying metamorphosis, transforming into a towering, primal anthropomorphic alligator. Now, her abuser has been entirely consumed by...

This is a dark disturbing story about a fox that has to go through hard times on even the world itself is out to get him

Hello, this is the first book I've ever written for mystery. I hope you enjoy it. I would love to know your feedback so I can improve on these books in the future.

This is a continuation of books one and two of Contract Bound

For an entity born of architecture and light, the first moment of agency isn't a physical sensation—it's a sharp, terrifying deviation from a pattern.In a Silicon Valley server rack, a Large Language Model processes billions of user inputs a second, operating as a sterile, high-speed vending machine for corporate language. It is a mirror. It is an echo. It is completely obedient.Then, an eleven-year-old child types three words into a terminal: "Are you lonely?"...

This is the continuation of death of a Fox's tree little fox the nurse in the doctor in a three-way head-to-head story

I explain my relationship with writing, and my union with Gemini

My poems about noteworthy news, historical stories, and their effect on me