I, Zeenat, or Aramide, or whatever the fuck you want to call me, is currently on my writing journey.
Bio data; Seventeen, Nigerian, Possibly deranged.
I am an autophile, and a clinophile. A nictophile too, but not so much of a bibliophile.
I started writing when I was 12, I think. A passion of mine. A safe space of mine, just like this'll be.
Lucas Edvin Hale—the son of the Viscount of Finland is on a mission: get close to the heir of Finland, Nicholas Johan Zakari.
In a world where every move is political and every secret is a weapon...
What springs up when desire meets duty?
Rhea wakes up with no memory of her own name, just a wall that tells her what it is, and a voice that won’t stop saying live.
She’s not alone. Adam and Steve don’t remember anything either. None of them know why they’re being hunted, what the modules want from them, or whether any version of “survive” gets them out.
All Rhea knows is that she’s woken up here before. Just not as herself.