Hii! I have been a writer for a very long time though I am a minor so keep that in mind. This is kinda a pay what you feel! I don’t want to put a price on my writing because sometimes it seems kinda shitty and other times I think it’s amazing so I would rather base it off of how you feel about it! I can write just about anything, obviously no nsfw because I am a minor.

Here’s some examples from my book I’m currently working on:

A building just like any other in London, tall and lean with small windows showing nothing inside and old bones. Beautifully still, blocking out the blinding sun to passerbyers. No one seemed to think anything of it. Tourists might pose to take a photo mesmerized by the
enchanting cream concrete and sculpted decor. Picturing statues of a stranger long gone, lion heads with a roar ever-lasting, and more.


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“You.” She greeted plainly with a blank expression bordering on hatred. Her eyes were like steel, cold and unfeeling.

The boys jeered a little at that.

“Not very ladylike of you.” One commented snickering.

“Then I suppose this won't be either.” Aylin said with a smirk as Theadores arms snaked around her waist. She elbowed his face and his grip loosened. She stood up gracefully as he groaned and held his nose, eyes scrunched in pain. She held her fists in front of her glaring at the other boys.


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“What’s wrong, little rabbit?” The girl with the knife called up softly teasing. The girl with the gun faltered, gun wavering and as if they were actually dancing, both disarmed each other. Cyra kicked into Aylin’s stomach just as her hands had grabbed for the knife. The gun was dropped firing into the wall to their side as Aylin pried the knife from Cyra’s grasp and moved away from the door. She stopped taking a breath massaging her stomach with a scowl. Cyra managed to kick the gun up catching it and Aylin’s head shot up as she heard the soft click.


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Commission Examples:

Info: Based off the character Beth Dutton from Yellowstone.
This was written for a bio.
Warnings: Cursing.
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The lioness’ tail flicked as she lounged. Watching over her pride with sharp eyes. She gnawed lazily at a bone, cubs played near her but she would snarl a low warning whenever they got too close to her hide. A scent came on the wind that made her hackles rise and she instantly stood to attention.

Her gaze swiftly finding the intruder. A cocky male young and full of boastful pride. A challenger. The cubs stood at attention by her before returning to their play. No one messed with Beth Dutton. She wasn’t one to be quickly rash though the same could not be said for the challenger. His man was short, he seemed almost drunk on power.

She flicked her ear in annoyance as she approached.
“Can I help you?” She asked though her tone signified that she was only going to help him turn on his haunches and run. She tilted her head. The challenger smirked raising his head like an all-mighty king.
“You sure can darling.” He purred with a snooty tone.

Beth’s nose wrinkled. Strike one. Her tail lashed a clear sign she was angered by him but her patience persevered. She wasn’t afraid to get her claws dirty.
“Where’s your king? I need a word with him.” He continued. Strike two. Her claws bulged digging into the dirt. Her nose wrinkling in distaste. Fuck the strikes. She wasn’t angry and her patience was growing thin by the second.

He watched her as if she was stupid. She would prove him wrong. “Haven’t you ever heard of a queen, darling?” She purred, cooing the pet name in a mocking manner. She then slapped him. Hard across the face. Her claws wracking at his skin. The challenger made a low growl and launched at her.

The pair scrabbled at each other claws versus claws. Blood being drawn. Hackles raised. Snarls low. The lion roared in her face pining her down but she moved like water only to be slapped hard in the jaw. She hissed starting to laugh a rumbling laugh that echoed. Her face was ducked to the ground blood flowing from her nose. She wiped it distastefully.

“Fuck you.” She told him and sprang at him pining him and wrapping her teeth around his neck. His mane was too short yet to protect him. Beth had won. The lion stilled under her fear clear in her eyes.
“Go run to your mom little cub.” She taunted and got off of him watching as he tucked his tail and fled. She smelled another lion on the wind and turned. “Help you?” She asked her teeth widening in a bloody grin as she stared devilishly at the newcomer.