Lady Jenna reclined effortlessly in her luxurious leather armchair, the soft glow of a nearby lamp casting seductive shadows on her finely tailored attire. As she took a long, deliberate drag from her cigarette, the smoke curled languidly around her, forming a veil of quiet dominance. At her feet, Mistress Vanessa knelt dutifully, fastening the...

I know that the stories I write, especially those set in dark fantasy worlds like the one revolving around Cruella, might give you the wrong impression about who I am. On the surface, they seem cruel, twisted, even harmful, but that couldn’t be further from the truth of who I am in reality. What I...