Author Archives: junekinn

This is actually really exciting for me. I’ve been on Wattpad for 8 years and never once thought of my stuff being advertised on the homepage. I’m a big fan of my small celebrations. I’ll have a nice little cup of hot chocolate while I write today.

Long time no time. I finished Of Rust and Gold, it joined Wattpad’s Paid Story Program, I started a new book, and I begin my rewrite of Of Vipers and Saints. A lot happened. I’m excited for my rewrite because I think it eliminates one of the main things some people had a problem withContinue reading “Rewriting OVS”

Hey guys. I haven’t made a personal post here in a while. I’ve been busy with a lot of stuff. So first off I have a job. I work for a production center/studio and it’s only 4 months old so you can imagine we’re very busy getting things going and getting projects. We’re currently inContinue reading “Just An Update About Me”

The lace undergarment almost tears under the sharp points of Pinkie’s nails. He holds it up to the dim lighting of the storeroom, nose scrunching as his eyes study it. “Well, if he’s gonna abandon you on your birthday you might as well spend his fucking money.” Lace and satin, rows of perfume and scentedContinue reading “Daffodil Wine [6/???]”

He’s nineteen. Smoke in the air. Music thudding in his ears, but still barely a whipser compared to his own thundering blood. Silk around his hips, long yellow scarves wrapped around his pale arms. The man before him. Only a bit older. Twenty-two. New to the city. Elven like his grandmother. Short and stout likeContinue reading “Daffodil Wine [5/???]”

The first thing Valera taught him was his inclination towards pain was not about his self-worth, or about what he deserved. Leonides never thought he needed it because his existence was so hateful. It only made him think of when he was younger, holding his hand over open flame until someone snatched him back. And now,Continue reading “In Your Mouth. In His Hands (Part Three)”

Not as special as he once believed. Leonides scoffed. He wasn’t special in those days. He’d been a fool and nothing more. Now, now he was so much more. An empire bowed to him. The balance of continent-wide alliances and peace weighed on his shoulders. He strode towards the crooked table. Pen and paper wereContinue reading “In Your Mouth. In His Hands [Part Two]”

“Don’t stop,” he moaned. He begged. “Oh, Saints. Please, don’t stop.” Sweat made it hard to hold onto Valera. Still, he tried. As his body rocked over his, his hands digging into his hips. The only anchor holding him to a broken world. Leonides threw his head back. His thighs were sore. His back achedContinue reading “In Your Mouth. In His Hands. [Part One]”

Basil hated painting portraits. He hated them as much as he hated painting nature landscapes. Just what the world needed, another artist to capture some stranger’s visage on a canvas. And how pretentious, for someone to commission a painting of their own face to hang on their wall. Pretentious and incredibly vain. But who was heContinue reading “Daffodil Wine [4/???]”

“I think sex is art. How could it not be?” Basil stared down at the trembling liquid in his teacup. Pinkie always slammed the table as he spoke, as if he could only signify the power behind his words by actually making things shake. Tea Houses were going out of fashion. Still, it didn’t preventContinue reading “Daffodil Wine [3/???]”