When I finally woke up, my eyelids were heavy, making it difficult to open them. My mouth felt dry as I swallowed, and when I tried to move, the covers seemed too heavy over me. Something soft and warm caressed my forehead—it took me a moment to register that they were lips. Slowly, memories crashed into me as I fought to open my eyes.
"Kil...lian," I murmured when I finally managed to look up.
There are many things in this world that are still a mystery to me. I have been writing since I was 15, on and off. I try to sustain myself financially while doing what I love, but to strive financially, I often lose the drive to write the stories I enjoy and love. It would be my great honor to share my world of fiction, fantasy, and romance with you all. So if you love the stories I write, any support will be appreciated. With All the love ~Violet
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