About Me


Diana Tor.

—Aka the curious cat behind the chaos.

I write stories the way knives carve—quiet, precise, and deep.

I build worlds where spies fall in love, thieves have trust issues, demons are more beautiful than angels, and silence says more than dialogue ever could.

Sarcasm? Always. Romance? Complicated. Happy endings? Earned, maybe, if they survive.

INTJ by function—sometimes INFJ, if that even makes any sense—and chaos? By choice. Because what’s the point of peace anyway?

Words are weapons here—and I rarely miss.

I don’t remember when I started writing—I guess it was from the moment I learned how to hold a pencil in my hand, probably at age 7—But I do remember that nothing else ever made sense.

The world kept spinning with rules I didn’t understand, stories I didn’t believe, and endings I didn’t agree with.

So I started rewriting them. One wise man (or woman) once said, “if you can’t find the book you like to read, then start writing it!”

I’m not here to inspire, or to be saved. I’m here to tell the kind of tales you whisper in dark corners, the kind that leaves you wondering if the villain ever had a point.

šŸ—ļø Genres?

Mostly fiction. Spy thrillers soaked in drama. Romance that bleeds and bites. Action with scars. Sometimes it’s haunted as hell itself.

I write about people who steal things, about people who steal hearts. (And bullets. Often both.) Some other times it’s magical, beyond explanations, dark, with fangs and claws.

šŸ•¶ļø My characters?

Dangerous girls. Complicated boys. Twisted lovers. Secrets with teeth. Shadows with cat eyes.

They don’t always survive—but they always burn bright.

āš™ļø How I work:

Everything I write comes straight from the storm. Drafts are written in caffeine and late-night playlist loops.

I design my own covers, translate my own books, and build these worlds word by word, page by page, all by myself. Why? Because nobody really understands.

And if you’re here…

Maybe you’re not afraid of the dark either.

I don’t do happy endings. I write earned ones. The kind that bleed a little before they bloom.

I like characters who lie too well and love too hard—people you wouldn’t trust in real life but can’t stop rooting for in fiction, and wishing they were real.

My stories tend to steal things. Your attention. Your comfort. Your sleep schedule. Maybe a bit of your sanity.

Genre? I don’t believe in fences. I write what haunts me. If it haunts you too… consider that a welcome. And don’t worry, they have teeth but they don’t bite—hopefully.

ā“ Where do the stories come from?

Honestly? I don’t know. They don’t ask for permission.

One shows up because of a dead bird. Another because of a street cat with one eye and no fear. Sometimes it’s just a single lyric in a song I didn’t even mean to play.

Nothing’s planned. The stories write themselves. I’m just the hands.

One minute I think I know where it’s going—next minute, I’m staring at the page wondering who the hell hijacked the plot. Sometimes the characters argue so loud in my head I can’t type a full sentence. Sometimes one of them sits beside me for weeks, critiquing every word like they own the damn story.

Many of them were born from real people. But by the time they’re on the page, they’re someone else entirely. Scarier. Softer. Sharper. Sometimes better. Sometimes worse.

They live—in the moment, into your head, and maybe… into your house.

And I just document the chaos.

šŸ¤ Collabs & Co-Creations

Some stories are born from shared chaos and late-night brainstorming with friends.

I’ve had the joy of co-writing with a close friend—projects full of wild ideas, unexpected twists, and heart.

While they’re not out yet, these stories are part of the roadmap ahead.

If you have some crazy ideas—like mine—and want them written, or you would like to collaborate with me to create another crazy universe of chaos, feel free and contact me.