I’m Sky. I write because it’s real to me. It’s how I process what I feel and what I’ve lived. I don’t care about trends, gimmicks, or pretending. I care about truth. I care about putting something honest on the page.
I don’t write perfect stories. I write what’s raw, what’s painful, what’s honest. I don’t try to sound smart. I try to sound human. My writing is direct. I don’t dress it up. I don’t water it down. What you read from me comes straight from the core of who I am.
I come from a background in art, entertainment, and programming, but writing has always been the one thing that stays with me. I don’t write for approval. I write to connect. I write for people who want something that actually means something.
I’m not here to be liked. I’m here to be real.
Cursed to walk the earth for a thousand years, Azrael is a fallen angel—once divine, now exiled, immortal, and hollowed by time. A prophecy promises that one soul will end his suffering, but centuries have given him nothing except power, blood, and loneliness.
In the human world, he hides behind the name Lucian Vale, a feared mafia boss who blends into the darkness with ease. Love is a weakness he buried long ago—until he meets Luna, a photographer with no idea how dangerous he truly is.
She is human. Ordinary. And yet, everything about her unsettles him.
His powers weaken in her presence. His curse stirs. For the first time in centuries, he feels something he thought was lost forever. Their first meeting is sharp and hostile, their attraction impossible to deny. As danger closes in, something deeper grows between them—slow, intense, and forbidden.
Then the truth is revealed.
Luna is the soul from the prophecy. The one destined to end his curse.
And the only way to break it… is her death.
Now Lucian must choose between freedom and love—between ending his eternal torment or protecting the woman who gave his cursed existence meaning.
In a world of fallen angels, prophecy, and shadows soaked in blood, can love survive when it demands the ultimate sacrifice?