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I'm sorry to sound demanding. Author I need an update, you leave me longing for more. I'm excited for Shantel to meet Alpha Alehandro. I hope the prime minister won't claim her virginity.

Any R18 novel that starts by telling me the MC has a schlong 25 cm flaccid is telling me to give it 1 star and dropt it. This is booktok level trash, if you need a big cock to standout as a protogonist you are interesting. Second book of this author that is barebones and an empty shell I forgot why I put Primordial Villain in disapointing, gotta check again, but I'm gonna guess it's a 30 cm schlong.

Genres: Urban | Coming-of-Age | Romance | Music | Drama "This is more than a rap story. It’s a heartbeat in verse." From Nairobi’s backstreets to rooftop cyphers, Ash to Anthem follows CJ, a gifted teen rapper with fire in his pen and ghosts in his past. After betrayal by a childhood friend-turned-rival and growing up under the weight of his mother’s illness, CJ channels pain into poetry—and lyrics into legacy. But when he meets Shantel, an introspective artist with quiet strength and sketches that speak louder than words, everything changes. Love begins to bloom in the middle of chaos. Together, they’re not just chasing dreams—they’re building something real. ⚡ Packed with battles, beats, betrayals, and breath-stealing romance, this novel will punch you in the gut, hug your heart, and leave you begging for the next chapter. 💔 Rivalries get personal. 🎤 Music becomes therapy. 💒 And love? It might just save them both. If you love stories like Rhythm + Flow, 8 Mile, or Grown-ish, this one’s for you. > 🔥 “She’s not a hook, she’s the whole song.” 💫 “They don’t write verses. They write survival.” 🎧 Welcome to Ash to Anthem—where pain becomes poetry. ---

I was just scrolling through TikTok, doing my usual thing, when I came across this edit. Dark vibes, eerie music, and a caption talking about Void's amoralism. That one word hit me like a punch to the gut. Amoralism. The way it was framed... It wasn’t about being evil or good, nah. It was about straight-up refusing to care about either. Like morality is just some comforting lie we tell ourselves to keep us from freaking out while the world burns down around us. I had to check it out. I thought I knew what I was getting into. Another dark book, another “philosophical” take that’s just edgy nihilism repackaged for booktok. But Geena wasn’t like that. It didn’t give a damn about whether I believed in right or wrong—it made me feel the weight of existence without those labels. It’s about this writer who gets stuck in what I guess is the Bible’s apocalypse—trapped in a hell where no one’s innocent. Everyone’s there for a reason. Not random. Not “oh, I just messed up.” Nah, just brutal, naked truth. And the way it’s written? There’s no escape. No metaphors to sugarcoat things. No lies about justice or redemption. Just raw, in-your-face reality. And that’s when it hit me: I’ve been lying to myself all along. I used to think I was a good person. Not perfect, not flawless, but good enough. I followed the rules, did what was expected. But Geena tore that apart, piece by piece. Showed me every little compromise I’d made, every moment I let things slide because it was easier than standing up. It made me confront the truth—that deep down, I wasn’t scared of being a bad person. I was terrified of admitting that maybe, just maybe, morality never really mattered. I don’t know if Geena has a message, honestly. I don’t think it’s trying to teach anything. It’s more like it just holds up a mirror and forces you to look. And what you see, that’s on you. I finished the damn book and couldn’t move. Just sat there, staring into nothing, like something inside me had just shattered. Books don’t do that to me. Stories don’t change me. But Geena? It flipped everything. And now? I don’t think I’ll ever look at this world the same way again. I thank from the bottom of my heart whoever created this. Seriously. Thank you. LETS ALL LOVE VOID