Diana Tor.
āAka the curious cat behind the chaos.
I write stories the way knives carveāquiet, 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 functionāsometimes INFJ, if that even makes any senseāand chaos? By choice. Because what’s the point of peace anyway?
Words are weapons hereāand I rarely miss.
I donāt remember when I started writingāI guess it was from the moment I learned how to hold a pencil in my hand, probably at age 7āBut I do remember that nothing else ever made sense.
The world kept spinning with rules I didnāt understand, stories I didnāt believe, and endings I didnāt 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!”
Iām not here to inspire, or to be saved. Iām 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.
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.
My characters?
Dangerous girls. Complicated boys. Twisted lovers. Secrets with teeth. Shadows with cat eyes.
They donāt always surviveābut they always burn bright.
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 youāre not afraid of the dark either.
I donāt 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 hardāpeople 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 donāt believe in fences. I write what haunts me. If it haunts you tooā¦ consider that a welcome. And don’t worry, they have teeth but they don’t biteāhopefully.
ā Where do the stories come from?
Honestly? I donāt know. They donāt ask for permission.
One shows up because of a dead bird. Another because of a street cat with one eye and no fear. Sometimes itās just a single lyric in a song I didnāt even mean to play.
Nothingās planned. The stories write themselves. Iām just the hands.
One minute I think I know where itās goingānext minute, Iām staring at the page wondering who the hell hijacked the plot. Sometimes the characters argue so loud in my head I canāt 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 theyāre on the page, theyāre someone else entirely. Scarier. Softer. Sharper. Sometimes better. Sometimes worse.
They liveāin the moment, into your head, and maybe… into your house.
And I just document the chaos.
š¤ 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 friendāprojects full of wild ideas, unexpected twists, and heart.
While theyāre not out yet, these stories are part of the roadmap ahead.
If you have some crazy ideasālike mineāand want them written, or you would like to collaborate with me to create another crazy universe of chaos, feel free and contact me.