No One’s Daughter
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Writer. Survivor. Chronic illness overachiever. I write soft things with sharp edges—trauma, tech, recovery, and resilience with a side of dark humour.
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Crippling Anxiety
Something I haven't talked about is the mess my house is in right now. I mentioned that my ex and I had bought a house together in 2015. Well before he decided to leave me in 2019 he smashed the kitchen apart. He was intending on putting a new one in but he didn't do it before he left.
By No One’s Daughter6 years ago in Psyche
DEATH BRINGER NOVEL
Chapter Eight They’d appeared out of nowhere, Grace had been curled up by the window in the living area looking out at the city. She caught a glimpse of something moving behind her in the reflective surface. She had turned with a smile on her face expecting Azriel to be there.
By No One’s Daughter6 years ago in Futurism
Death Bringer Novel
Chapter Seven Grace woke in the morning to a pale watery light streaming through the bedroom window, sitting up she looked over to the chair that Azriel had sat in and panicked when she discovered it empty. It took her a second to hear the hissing noise in the other room.
By No One’s Daughter6 years ago in Futurism
DEATH BRINGER NOVEL
Chapter Six Azriel watched as Grace walked around the empty apartment. He was unsure of what to do with himself, should he cross his arms? Would he look too severe? Should he lean against something? Maybe that’d look more casual. He was so nervous that his body felt entirely foreign to him.
By No One’s Daughter6 years ago in Futurism
DEATH BRINGER NOVEL
Chapter Five She awoke at the hospital, bandaged and connected to various monitors and an IV. Looking around the room though, she couldn’t see him anywhere. Had he abandoned her again? Was he a figment of her imagination like they had claimed?
By No One’s Daughter6 years ago in Futurism
DEATH BRINGER
Chapter Three Azriel caught an updraft and he soared for miles, he lost track of the landscape beneath him, didn’t care enough to take note of his direction or where he was. As the fresh autumn air ripped at him, he screamed into the wind. He bellowed and swore letting every ounce of his anger, his frustration empty out of his body and into the nothingness of the night sky.
By No One’s Daughter6 years ago in Futurism
DEATH BRINGER NOVEL
Chapter Two Azriel’s scarred skin had always served as a constant reminder of the deaths he had taken, of the lives he had harvested and the pain he had endured as part of his punishment for what he had done to their kind. But two scars in particular kept catching his eye over the years that followed, one jagged vertical line on each of his wrists.
By No One’s Daughter6 years ago in Futurism
