Selling My Poems

When your main tormentor turns into your destined fate? Always the unseen one—the Beta's daughter who never lived up to her father's expectations and the pack's favourite outcast—Aria Sterling is But nobody makes her life more intolerable than Luca Blackwood, the haughty and merciless Alpha heir who apparently enjoys her suffering. Everything changes the night the Mate's Mark shows on Aria's wrist, shining with the unambiguous decision of the Moon Goddess: she and Luca are bound by fate. Luca responded? transparent rejection. Public shame. a promise to never take her. But the link is more with power than with love. The Mate's Mark is a portent of hardships that might either unify or destroy the pack entirely, not only a sign of romance. Aria and Luca discover they are at the centre of a storm building inside their ranks as murmurs of a prophesy surface. The pack is split, their link is weak, and the truths buried in their pasts might ruin them both. Aria has to choose whether to fight for a bond she never wanted—or risk losing the pack she calls home—while enemies are closing in and fate weighs on their shoulders. In this story of forced intimacy, swizzling tension, and high-stakes power moves, love and hate blur. Will Aria and Luca's relationship turn into their biggest weapon, or their ultimate undoing?

This is my third poetry to BFF, written on February 6th, 2024. You said dolphins clapping sea tide in dream By: Amoureax Amant You said dolphins clapping sea tide in dream, sea tide crashing on shore laid in sunbeam, shore sand kissing ocean waved on island, ocean turning orange orange-stained sand. You came like floating cloud aloft blue sea, watched turtles slept under coconut tree, with melody of birds came with sea tide, with reflection drifting toward shoreside. You went like falling rain aloft heaven, fluttered like morning dew dropped in ocean, vanished like foam of fish fluttered in air, like spray of sea blossomed fairer than fair. Perhaps you were mirage appeared garden, or else you were angel came back heaven.

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

Elman, the guardian angel to Lucia Lambert, is cast to earth as punishment for meddling in human affairs without permission from the almighty, He is to prove himself worthy of remaining an angel for the next 365 days and is not allowed to fall in love, going against one of the rules given to him would cost him to be cast to hell. Deman, the girl's demon is also in human form and Elman makes keeping Lucia safe from Deman his priority. But what happens when both Deman and Elman start to fall for the innocent, unsuspecting girl?? What will happen especially to Elman? Will it be heaven or hell for him? FIND OUT!!!

Collection of poems by Vice. No particular length or genre, but based on daily experiences of a normal, non-fantasy, human. Who is Vice? Soon will be out on that! Updating: Once every week, no particular day. (Maybe Wednesdays)

This is my second poetry to my BFF, written on October 28th, 2023. I envied redwood stretched toward heaven By: Amoureax Amant I envied redwood stretched toward heaven, whose branch in branch like hand in cloud ocean, whose leaves like thread weaved curtain covered sky, whose spot like stage light lit for butterfly. I envied stray bird hummed with bugs echo, whose siren song spread through redwood shadow, whose feather swirled like lone-drifting snowflake, whose wings like flash slipped through green amber lake. I envied cowboy rode through siren sight, whose horse ran on green sea plain at twilight, whose gun aimed at wild deer in green forest, whose bonfire cooked deer meat in light gauze mist. I envied fish blew bubble in amber, whose bubble bloomed as gorgeous as flower.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

This is my life, a life of glass filled with imagination but without any memories. However, what shatters this fragile existence is the cold stone of reality thrown by fate. I don't know where to start, but the end feels inevitable. It's not a happy ending, but at least fate is showing me some kindness. Still, I must begin somewhere.

poetry and random stuff I made up, not only as a coping mechanism. but also as a way to let my mind not explode. (figuratively)

Darius Noctis, a humble street-side noodle soup vendor with an exceptional talent for cooking, unknowingly purchased a truck with a strange system. When he updated it, he was suddenly transported to another world It was a world devoid of science and technology, steeped in a medieval atmosphere where humans wielded magic as if it came straight out of a novel. While others struggled to survive, Darius continued to sell his noodle soup, bringing the flavors of his old world to this strange new land. But life was never that simple. Countless tribulations awaited him, forcing him to learn how to fight—not just for his own survival, but to protect those around him. Little did he know, fate had long since cursed him. Burdened with the remnants of the long-lost Ancient Gods, Darius was thrust into an endless cycle of war and survival, where the world grew ever darker and more chaotic with each passing day.

I hope you are well and if not, I hope these poems I wrote makes you well.

'Of course, I am pretty and admired by many Even pacifists line up to prey Furthermore, I am ugly, look close behind my smile you will see a tongue rich in decay' Such a wonderful mind he has! She is very lucky to have met someone like him - it goes both ways. No, it is not a love story, it is way more beautiful than that.

Collection of poems and morning brain dump notes

After a freak accident, our hero wakes up in a whole new world... as a strange black blob! No hands, no feet—just a squishy, bouncy creature. To make things even weirder, a group of terrifying demons bows down to him, convinced he's their born-to-be 7th Demon King. But here’s the catch—he doesn’t want to be the Demon King! He just wants to live peacefully. All he wants is to figure out how to get his body back and live a quiet life. Instead, he’s stuck pretending to be the mighty Demon King, trying to dodge dangerous battles, avoid the coalition of the four races out to defeat him and stop the possibility of the 7th Demon King being born. Can a squishy blob survive being a ruler of the demon race, or will he accidentally become the most laid-back Demon King in history? Get ready for a laugh-out-loud journey full of crazy battles, wacky transformations, and one very confused black blob! Note: 1. Slow-paced story. 2. There is no female lead in this book.

Tongue twister Her favorite Figuring out It just to cover her lie Don't trust her words But Look into her eyes The eyes don't lie

The more you think, the more you learn

Sun gonna show out, But sun does not know that darkness is hiding, When sun try hard to climb up, The darkness kick sun far away, That no one will see the sun again.

Slip Of Mind is the poem or a collection of random thoughts concerning a person's inner sentiments.

Do you think everyone does not have a secret ? It's a big lie ! Everyone has it , It just depends which person she or he wants to tell about the secret. Now , let me tell my "secret" thoughts

When the sea Give you the slap With its wave It will keep you Drowning Uncontrollably

Even in your light or bright side, Always be with you, With the universe as our witness.