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The first time I died, it was an accident.The second time, I saw it coming. I felt it in the air—heavy, inescapable, thick with the kind of stillness that warns animals to flee. It wrapped around me like a noose, tightening with every breath, as if the world itself was holding its silence for the inevitable. But an accident is a mistake—a flinch, a misstep, something no one expects. Coming death, though? That’s a promise. A shape etched into fate before it ever touches skin

Chapter 1   She always said the world would end in fire, but I never thought she would be the one holding the match. It sounded dramatic when she said it the first time—casual, like a joke she didn’t quite mean. I laughed. She didn’t. Just kept stirring her coffee, eyes fixed on me like I was already burning. I don’t remember when I first noticed her. Maybe it was at the dog park, when she complimented my vintage Levi’s jacket and asked what breed my dog was—even though I

It’s been a few months since my last update, mostly because university has been taking over my time and energy—but also because querying is, by nature, a very quiet process. It looks like nothing is happening. But in reality, everything is happening—just slowly, privately, and mostly in inboxes. Here’s where Fan Service stands right now: I’ve sent out 26 agent queries so far across QueryTracker, direct email, and individual submission portals. I’ve received 8 rejections, whic

Today marks a milestone day for me as an author—and for my YA psychological thriller, Fan Service. After months of late nights,...