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It’s so damn hot you can barely see the mountains. That says a lot.

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Guns and Heels. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Just as I was about to decline meeting with this Queen guy, I watched as Alex face lite up and waved her arm. “Queen!” When I turned around I was in complete awe.

Walking into the bar was someone who walked as if he owned the place. From the limited visibility of the club lights, I could make out this guy was wearing a black long sleeve turtleneck shirt, under a loose pink crop top. He even wore fishnet socking, under a pink mini skirt. But what really stood out were the gemstone covered high heel boots and the fully covered motorcycle helmet.

I watched as Alex ran over to the guy and started talking to him. I couldn’t hear what she was telling him, but I don’t think I cared. Especially when I couldn’t stop looking at this guy’s legs. The way it was clear he knew how to showcase what he had without screaming insecurity. Maybe I wouldn’t mind spending my birthday with him. Perhaps a good night stand was what I needed to celebrate becoming 30.

As I watched Alex and the guy walk over to what I assumed was the VIP rooms, I felt someone shoving my shoulder. I looked to my left and saw it was Victor who was trying to get my attention. “Careful there. You’re smiling.” I shook my head and went back to watching the direction Alex went.

Eventually Alex returned and she was holding a bag. “Ok, big boy. Hand it all over. I’ll put them in our staff locker room.”

“Hand what over?”

Alex held out the bag closer to me. “Your tech, obviously. Comms, wrist skin band, neural sync, retina mods, pulse sensors. Anything that tracks, records, connects, pings. Dump it.”

“What a ridiculous—”

“Sorry, boss, but that’s his rules. Non-negotiable. Especially when I went through the trouble of getting him to come. And don’t worry about paying for anything. It’s my treat, as a birthday present. So, you get to just enjoy yourself.”

“Whatever.” I started to remove my wrist skin band, that was on my right wrist. I even took off all 5 of my keyboard control rings; sometimes I forget to take those off after work. I tapped just slightly in front of my ear and disconnected my retina mods and neural link. Which caused my eyes to go blurry for a few seconds. I really need to remember to carry my glasses so I don’t have to deal with this type of headache. Afterwards I handed over my phone and my ankle bracelet, that made me feel strangely heavy. “The watch stays on.”

Alex started to close the bag before leading me to the room she and that guy went. “Fine, but the moment you’re inside you better take it off.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” She opened the door to a basic room. Inside had a small pole dancing stage, a lounge couch, and a mini bar. Which seems to have a decent amount of alcohol selections. And there he was, cleaning glass and setting up his station. I wonder if he’s just going to be eye candy, or do what I saw the other dancer do.

“Have fun boys.” With that, Alex left and closed the room. And if I wasn’t mistaken, it sounded like she locked the door. What was going on? Somehow the room now felt heavy and as if I was trapped. I looked back to the helmet guy… If I recalled his name was Queen. Either way, he was still cleaning glass.

I eventually walked over to the stool in front of the mini bar and just watched Queen point at some of the liquor bottles. Perhaps checking to see if everything he needed was there. Which I don’t mind, since I got to indulge in shamelessly staring at his legs. Those high heel boots did wonders for him. I wonder where he got them. Better yet, I wonder how tight his—

Suddenly Queen slammed a glass bowl in my face, which threw me completely off guard. “What the—” He slammed it again and then pointed to my watch. “Seriously? I’m not taking this off.” Queen slammed the bowl one more time before pointing at the door. “So, you’re really going to kick me out if I don’t remove my watch?” A flash of blue light zipped across his helmet. The fuck.

This was now a matter of if I really wanted to go through with this. I could easily walk out and just enjoy any of the other guys out of this room. But the way Alex stated how difficult it was for her to get Queen to come was what kept me in place. If this really was her birthday present to me, I might as well enjoy it. Even if this guy was stubborn.

“Fine.” I went about doing the one thing I haven’t done since I became CEO of Dragon Corp 10 years ago. I unlinked my watch from my wrist, fully removing it from my internal nano link. The moment I did there was a few drops of blood that pooled around where my watch and nano link synced. I practically forgot about that detail. And just then I heard my AI assistant.

“Link has been removed. Full Disconnect activated. Good night, Mr Draven. I look forward to your return.” After that, everything went quiet. I no longer heard stock updates. Or my email notifications. No dig of contracts being revised. I don’t even hear my calendar informing me about upcoming meetings. It was all just quiet.

I looked at my watch and at the bowl. A part of me wants to relink and walk out of this situation. Especially since I don’t know what to do now. The quiet is strange and uncomfortable. Is this what other people deal with when they aren’t running a multi trillion-dollar company? And now I’m left wondering if I even like this.

I looked up at Queen and found myself swallowing saliva I didn’t realized had formed. With a deep breath and a shaky hand, I chose to stay and see what happens. Maybe this was Alex’s real birthday gift.

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Guns and Heels. Ch2

When we arrived at the bar, The Lollipop, I wasn’t sure what to expect. From the outside it looked like any run-down building, but inside it came alive. It had flashing neon lights that strobed across the black walls, which cast rainbow hues on the bodies that were grinding chrome poles and holographic décor. The heavy, heart-thumping bass was unapologetically sexual and didn’t make my current migraine feel any better.

I scanned the room and was between impressed and disappointed. It was the typical scene of shirtless, skinny men dancing in heels and harnesses. Some were giving a lap dance to certain men. It was the same thing like all the other bars I’ve gone to. And if it wasn’t for the fact Alex owned this place I would have just walked out.

Looking between my brothers, Victor was already enjoying himself as he danced to the music. On the other hand, Andrew looked like he was done with this place. “This is a circus.”

I shook my head as I kept looking around. The seating arrangements were at least decent. And the number of dancers per stage was reasonable. At that, I may have lingered at one of the performers as he started to remove his crop top. Perhaps this place wouldn’t be so bad for a few moments.

“Hey!” The moment I heard that voice I started looking around and saw the person we came to meet with. Alex was stepping around the bar as she waved at us. I still couldn’t believe that after 7 years she still looked the same. Tall, slightly muscular, long red hair with blue cords. And it seems today she was wearing only a mini skirt and a tube top. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite depressed billionaire. You made it.”

I allowed her to hug me the moment she got in arms reach, before she grabbed my face between her hands. “How have you been since the crash?”

Alex flexed her right arm, revealing the neon threads that were infused with her veins. “As you can see, I’m doing great.” She then waved my brothers and I over to follow her to the bar.

As I sat on one of the stools, I took note of the range of alcohols on display. Some of which I wouldn’t mind drowning in. “You mind giving me my usual?” I watched as Victor casually spoke with Alex, before bringing my attention back to the dancers.

Times like these made me so grateful for the autopilot my car has. Even though Victor refused to tell me directly the coordinates to this place. Regardless, I could appreciate the view. Especially the dancers who were dangerously showing what he had between his legs. Not to mention the way another dancer seem to give a lap dance that threatens to be public nudity. Maybe that one would be fun for a few moments to celebrate my birthday with. “You ready?”

I looked back to Alex, just in time to watch her pour Victor a drink. “For what?”

Alex clapped her hands in front of herself as she wiggled side to side. “Well, once Victor called to let me know you were coming, I called in a favor.” That got my attention, and so I turned fully to her. “Technically, today is his day off. But I did my best to convince him that it was very important.”

“Who is this guy?” Alex glanced at Andrew, then looked back at me.

“The guy I so lovingly ask to help celebrate your birthday is one of my top staff. He handles rowdy clients, an incredible bartender, and get this.” Alex leaned over the counter and her smiled grew. “He’s one hell of a dancer.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re talking about Queen.” I instantly looked behind me to catch one of the dancers walking this way. “His day off is the only time the rest of us are able to earn extra cash.”

“Don’t worry, Bryan. Queen is only coming for a special request.” Bryan walked back to the dance floor. As he did so, I couldn’t help admire the way his behind fit in those too tight of a extra mini skirt. But I eventually turned my attention back to Alex.

“Does this Queen guy even have a real name?” Alex folded her arms before continuing to talk.

“Well, you see…” Alex proceeded to adjust her top. “Nobody really knows his name. All I know is one day he just showed up 3 years ago, and requested to work here. I didn’t even get a chance to say no, until someone tried to grope him. At that point I saw he would be a perfect bodyguard for my club and it developed from there.”

“What the hell?”

“It’s not that big of a deal. So, are you excited?”

“I guess.”

“Oh, I should warn you.” Alex rested her arms on the counter of the bar as she leaned forward. “Queen always wears a helmet. Like, seriously. He never takes it off.”

“How come?” I agree with Victor on this one.

“I guess for security reasons. I only ever seen his face once, and that was after… Well, you see, Queen does have his reasons. Anyway, once he gets here you’re going to have to remove all your tech, no exceptions.” Something about this was odd and made me just want to leave. No way was I meeting someone like that. “Come on big boy. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

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Guns and Heels. Ch 1

As I sat at my desk in my den, I tried my best to enjoy my current glass of brandy. But it wasn’t easy when there is two annoying voices sitting across from me on the spare couch. “If you say the word ‘party,’ I’m ejecting you through that window.”

Victor, the eldest of my brothers, started to chuckle. “Come on. You’re turning 30. It’s tradition. You survived your 20s and continued to build Dragon Corp into a tech empire. Plus, you’re managing not to delete yourself.”

“I’m still considering the possibilities.” I took another sip of my brandy, before setting the cup down to refill.

“So, why not celebrate your success?” I can tell Victor was trying hard not to fully smile, and it was un-nerving. Especially when his smile alone has helped to close many deals that helped grow the company.

“Why are we even trying?” I looked over to Andrew, my other brother. He was the middle child between us. “Kensi doesn’t even like people.”

“See,” I raised my glass before taking another sip. “Andrew gets it. Finally, something useful came out of your mouth.” I watched as Andrew rolled his eyes, like always. And he wonders why I don’t allow him in meetings when it came to the company. He’ll get us nowhere with that attitude of his.

“Come on.” I watched as Victor clapped his hands together as if to plead. “All I’m saying is, one night out won’t kill you.”

“Yes it will!” I glopped down my drink before pouring more. At this rate I might has well drink straight from the bottle. In fact, that was a great idea. “You’re asking me to fake a smile and attempt small talk. I would rather swan dive off a cliff side instead.”

Victor walked over to my desk and slammed his hands down. “What if we go to a bar? I know this lowkey place.” He then grabbed the brandy bottle away from me. “Alex runs the joint. It got good vibes, decent music. And get this,” Victor pours himself a glass of my brandy. “There won’t be any press.”

Alex? Now where have I heard that name before? “Which Alex we talking about?”

Victor smiled as he walked back to the couch and took a sip of his drink. “Your old maid, Alex. Ariel’s younger sister. The one who refused you to pay for her surgery, and chose to work for you to earn the money. That Alex.”

I automatically stood up, which was a very bad idea with the way my head started pounding. “You’re telling me Alex is still alive? I thought she died in that car crash.”

Victor smiled as he poured himself another shot. “Na. She’s very much alive. And she still owes me a drink. So, why not we all go?”

I got up from my chair and went to Victor to grab my bottle of brandy back. It didn’t help that it was almost empty. Might have to grab another from my collection. “I haven’t seen Alex since what? 7 years?” I drank the last of the brandy before setting it down on my desk. “What kind of bar is it?”

“The basics. Neon lights, dancers, great techno music.” Victor then walked next to me and patted my back. “It also happens to be a gay bar.”

“Seriously.” We watched as Andrew roll his eyes again. “Of course it’s a gay bar.”

I looked over my shoulder at Victor. “Is this your subtle way of saying I need to get laid?”

Victor put his hands up in defense and took a step back. “You said it, not me.”

I walked over to one of the shelves in my den and grabbed another bottle of brandy. The cheap kind, at that. One that would make me forget what my name was and have me sleeping like I died. “I’ll just stay home and get drunk.”

“Or, hear me out.” I looked back at Victor. “Or, you can drink surrounded by eye candy. Even if you don’t talk to nobody, you’ll still get a show on your birthday.”

I swirled the new bottle in my hand, debating whether I should take Victor’s suggestion. “What if I say no?”

“You really want to play that route?” I looked over to Victor and he had this huge grin. “I will then invite Alex so she could crash you next board meeting. Especially so she could tell everyone how you hide under the dining room table when you’re hungover.” I could hear Andrew snort while he tried to hide his face.

“You’re a fucking bastard.”

Victor’s smirked as he stepped closer to me. “I know, and I’m your favorite.” I couldn’t argue with that fact. “So, what you say?”

I took one more look at the bottle in my hand before putting it back. “Fine.” I then looked at Victor before gripping his left shoulder. “One drink, one night. And if I hate it,” I shook him before pushing him back a bit. “I’m never leaving the house, again.”

“Fair point, and deal.” Victor then looked me up and down. “But you should go change before we head out.”

“This is going to be a disaster.” Victor and I looked over at Andrew in time to see him shake his head.

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Fundraiser Novel: Guns and Heels

As I had recently shared, my laptop has officially retired — and with it, much of my ability to continue writing and editing efficiently. So, to keep my creative work alive, I’ve launched a fundraiser on Ko-fi to raise funds for a new laptop. The goal also covers any necessary fees and/or taxes involved.

To bring visibility to this fundraiser, I’m reviving a passion project that’s been on hold for far too long. Which is:

Guns and Heels

This story takes place in a futuristic Alternate Universe (AU) where characters from one of my other novels are reimagined in a new light.

Originally, these characters debuted in a novel series called “The Red Dragon,” which I had published on Amazon before pulling it to begin a full rewrite. That rewrite is now out of the draft stage and in the editing phase, more details will be shared soon.

To celebrate the return of Guns and Heels, I’ll be releasing chapters and bonus content as fundraiser milestones are reached. The first chapter will be free for everyone on Friday, July 18, and will be posted across platforms: WordPress, Ko-fi, AO3, Tumblr, and SquidgeWorld.

Author Bonuses at $100 Milestones

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Behind-the-scenes draft notes (past & future chapters)

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Character sketches

Character sheets

And more!

What is Guns and Heels?

Set 3,000 years after many world-changing wars and climate disasters, three mega-corporations now dominate the global landscape:

- Elf Corp: a powerful security empire, hiding secrets no one’s supposed to know.

- Dragon Corp: a groundbreaking tech conglomerate.

- Blood Corp: a healthcare giant that always seems to know too much.

At the center of it all is the 30-year-old CEO of Dragon Corp, Kensi Draven, a man haunted by loss and heartbreak. That is… until a fated night at a gay bar changes everything.

What starts as a birthday celebration becomes something far more mysterious and meaningful when Kensi meets a helmeted bartender nicknamed Queen, who might be the one person who sees through the walls Kensi’s built.

If this sounds like your kind of story, from full of tech intrigue, found family, queer romance, and dramatic flair, come back Friday for the free launch of Chapter 1!

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Thank you so much for your time and support.

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Sample of the first draft vs the second draft of the fundraising project, Guns and Heels.

Soon the first chapter and official announcement will be released.

Again, this project is to tied to fundraising to replace my laptop.

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I’m reviving a passion project to help bring awareness to my fundraising efforts for a laptop replacement. More info coming soon.

Until then here’s the original post when I was starting the project. Keep in mind, things will be changed to reflect my current works.

archiveofourown.org/works/33338557

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Starlight drafts. Chapter 4

A/N: ⚠️ These are raw, unedited drafts. Names, places, and details are likely to change later for consistency when I do edits.

A/N: if you enjoying the drafts I would appreciate a like and a share. It would mean a lot. Thank you.

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The stew sat untouched.

The fire crackled patiently. The scent of rosemary and smoked meat curled through the air, but the boy only sat, eyes sweeping the room, searching corners, shelves, shadows—anywhere the voice could be hiding.

But there was no one. Only warmth and quiet and the deep, thoughtful hum that followed his silence.

The voice returned, not speaking just yet, more… considering.

“No name,” it mused aloud, almost to itself.

“Well. That will not do.”

A pause, then a sigh so ancient it made the fire flicker.

“I suppose I must give you one. But not just any name.”

The room shimmered faintly, the air thicker now, as if the whole kitchen were leaning forward to listen.

“It must be something lucky… Something rare… Something like a star.”

The boy blinked, his green eyes bright despite the heaviness behind them. He wasn’t sure what made his chest tighten—the gentleness of the voice, or the way it sounded like someone who actually cared.

He looked down at his hands.

Still trembling. Still not reaching for the food.

The voice hummed again, and this time it spoke with a strange fondness, like it was seeing not just the boy’s face, but his very shape—past, present, and all the future paths yet unwritten.

“Boy. Black hair like smoke. Green eyes like forest glass. Freckles scattered like stars. Skin pale as pearl…”

The voice drifted into a silence so complete it became a kind of magic.

And then—

“You shall be called Lior.”

The fire pulsed. The stew bowl trembled. A wind that wasn’t there brushed past the boy’s cheek.

“A name that means light.”

The boy—Lior—froze.

For a moment, he didn’t breathe.

The name settled on him like a cloak he didn’t know he needed. Like warmth after years of cold.

He didn’t speak.

Not yet.

But he didn’t look away from the bowl anymore.

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Starlight drafts. Chapter 3

A/N: ⚠️ These two are raw, unedited drafts. Names, places, and details are likely to change later for consistency when I do edits.

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The warmth was real. The fire crackled softly, filling the stone kitchen with a golden glow. Somewhere behind it, wind howled faintly through a chimney, but it sounded far away—like it belonged to another world.

The child sat still, shoulders hunched beneath the blanket. Their bare feet dangled above the floor. They didn’t dare move.

Then came the voice.

It didn’t come from the fire. It didn’t come from a doorway or a person or anything the child could see.

It came from everywhere. From the walls, the ceiling, the very air. Deep. Calm. Commanding enough to still the whole world.

“Eat.”

A wooden bowl on the counter stirred.

A ladle rose, dipped into a pot of thick, steaming stew, and poured a generous serving into the bowl. The scent of roasted rabbit, herbs, and root vegetables filled the room, warm and wild and mouth-watering.

The bowl lifted itself, gently, and floated to the table in front of the child. A wooden spoon settled beside it.

But the child didn’t move.

They just stared.

Eyes wide.

Mouth shut.

The steam curled toward them, soft and inviting, but they looked at it like it was made of gold. Like it was something meant for someone else.

Not them.

Their hands stayed buried in the blanket. One finger twitched, then stilled.

They weren’t sure if it was guilt or fear or shame. Maybe all of them.

They didn’t feel like they were allowed to have food that smelled this good.

The voice returned. Softer this time, but still low and vast—like thunder wrapped in velvet.

“Do you have a name, child?”

The child looked up, but only slightly. They searched the corners of the room like they could see where the voice was hiding. But nothing was there.

They shook their head. Once.

Not no—they weren’t refusing to say it.

They truly didn’t know.

There was no name in their mouth. No one had spoken it in so long, it might’ve slipped away when the pain came.

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Starlight drafts. Chapter 2

A/N: ⚠️ These are raw, unedited drafts. Names, places, and details are likely to change later for consistency when I do edits.

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The moons watched in silence. The child stayed frozen, knees sunk into the muddy bank, lips trembling with that single word—Papa—still lingering in the air.

Then… the light shifted.

Something moved.

Not from the trees. Not from the earth. From the stars.

It stepped forward without footsteps, forming from the silver threads of moonlight and the quiet glow of constellations. A figure—tall, gentle, terrifying in its stillness. Their shape shimmered like smoke, like a walking sky. Stars bloomed in their chest, galaxies flickering in the folds of a cloak that didn’t seem to touch the ground.

The child’s breath caught in their throat.

The figure extended a hand. No words. No command. Just… a hand. Open. Waiting.

Then—

The silence cracked.

A snarl.

A bark.

The dogs had found the river.

Panic surged like fire in the child’s veins. They spun toward the sound, heart pounding. Leaves shuddered. Branches snapped. Shapes moved in the dark. They were coming.

The child looked back. The hand was still there. Still waiting. Starlight danced across the figure’s skin, soft and endless.

Tears welled in the child’s eyes.

They didn’t know if it was safe.

They didn’t know anything.

But they reached.

Fingers met something cool and endless. Not flesh. Not air.

And then—light.

Blinding.

Silent.

Swallowing everything.

…

Warmth.

A scent.

Something… baking?

The child’s eyes fluttered open. Slowly. He blinked, heart still racing, chest still tight with fear. But the barking was gone. The forest was gone. The blood, the cold river, the starlit figure—

Gone.

Instead: a room.

Walls made of honey-colored stone. A fire crackling in a brick hearth. Wooden shelves lined with jars and herbs. A kettle gently whistling. Warmth seeped into his skin, gentle and foreign.

A kitchen.

Clean. Quiet. Alive with comfort.

He sat on a worn cushioned bench, a wool blanket draped around his shoulders.

The child’s hand twitched.

It still tingled. Like it had held a piece of the night sky.

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Quick Emergency Update

So… my laptop has officially thrown in the towel. After years of barely holding on through writing, editing, and surviving entirely too many projects, it finally called it quits.

Because of that, a lot of my projects, including new drafts, edits, and fanfics, are going to take longer to finish. I’m still able to work using my iPad and phone, but realistically, that slows everything down.

The good news is that Starlight Arc 1 drafts were already completed ahead of time, so those will still go up as planned. But everything else? It’s going to take extra effort, so updates might be slow or scattered for a bit.

If you like my work and want to help speed things along, I’ve set up a Laptop Replacement Goal on Ko-fi. No pressure to donate (I completely understand) but even sharing the link would mean the world to me.

☕ [Ko-fi Link Here]

Thanks for sticking around and being patient while I tackle with this tech situation. I’ll still be working— just… at super slow for now.

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My laptop has now been forced to officially retire. Was barely holding up to basic tasks and couldn’t even handle turning on without trouble.

I’m now solely relying on my phone to get by, which will hinder progress greatly. So I apologize for any delays on future projects.

I did setup a little, no pressure, Ko-Fi goal to aim to replace my laptop. I would appreciate a like, and share. Tips are also nice.

Ko-fi goal

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Starlight. Chapter 1

A/N: ⚠️ These are raw, unedited drafts. Names, places, and details are likely to change later for consistency when I do edits.

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The child ran.

Roots snagged their feet, branches whipped their face, and blood—warm, sticky—trickled down from somewhere they couldn’t see. Maybe their shoulder. Maybe their side. Everything ached. Everything burned. But they didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

Behind them, the howls grew louder. Sharp. Hungry. The dogs were close now. Too close.

Their breath came ragged as they pushed through a wall of brush, tumbling down a shallow slope. Mud and moss smeared across their skin, but they barely noticed. There—just ahead—the river glinted under moonlight like a strip of silver glass.

They skidded to the bank, chest heaving. The forest still hissed with movement. The dogs were near.

And then—

It stopped.

Everything.

The wind froze mid-breath. The trees, the leaves, even the river held still, as if time had been caught in a fist. The forest fell into a silence so complete it rang in their ears.

Above, through the parting canopy, the moons appeared.

Two of them.

One pale as milk. One cold as pearl. Aligned perfectly, a quiet eclipse painted high in the black sky.

The child’s breath hitched. Something inside them stilled, ancient and quiet, like an instinct locked beneath their ribs. They didn’t understand it—but their bones did. Their blood did.

The silence pressed down like a weight.

Then—

A distant bark.

Closer this time. Snapping the stillness like a thread pulled too tight.

The child dropped to their knees, shaking, barely able to whisper. The word spilled from them like breath.

“…Papa…”

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📚 Starlight — Draft Tracker

A raw, unedited fantasy novel-in-progress. Names, places, and details may change during editing.

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Gonna reread the DB/Z series for the fanfic. Mainly to refresh my memory and for help for bonus content. Especially since I’m planning side quests type stories. Like one for a few characters I like, such as Raditz. But what it to make sense with the rest of the fanfic.

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DragonBall FanFic Announcement

I’m going to be starting a fanfic combination project soon. The title is still a work in progress, but so far here’s the rough outline.

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Combining Marriage/We are one, Broken Leg, both therapy fanfics, Afterlife, and Torch.

It’s starts with Bulma having her dragon ball high school summer hunting. Goal is to catch up and include all the singular stories into one. The singular fanfics will be updated again, when “Four Star” has caught up to them. This way while I’m getting back to writing and catching up to all my fanfics, this fanfic will be a refresher for me and readers. Along with, if they only interested in one pair that fanfic will still be updated.

The only fanfics that will take the longest to update will be the therapy ones. Mainly because of how I want to write them.

Plus, a lot of story elements will change to reflect this combination project.

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Side note: MHA fanfics have a lesser chance of returning based on past experiences.

Side note 2: Alternative DBZ fanfics have a higher possibility of getting updates. I still wish to continue writing “Too Hot” , “Teenagers” , “Not Anymore” , and “Dark and Twisted”