Gabriela Tone
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I’ve always had a strong interest in psychology. I’m fascinated by how the mind works, why we feel the way we do, and how our past shapes us. I enjoy reading about human behavior, emotional health, and personal growth.
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Conquer Mornings
Max was *not* a morning person. He wasn’t just slow to get out of bed—he was the kind of person who set five alarms and slept through all of them. The kind of person who would wake up, scroll on his phone, fall back asleep, and then panic when he realized he had ten minutes to get ready for work.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Journal
The House That Ate Itself
In a world of more, one man learns that happiness comes when you finally have enough. In the affluent hills of Grayspine, where every house was a Pinterest board on steroids, lived a man named **Victor Hale**. CEO of a luxury lifestyle brand, Victor wasn’t just successful—he *defined* success. Stainless steel everything. A Tesla for weekdays, a vintage Porsche for weekends. Closets full of designer clothes, a kitchen he never used, and a house with seven bedrooms—though he lived alone.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Journal
Click. Crave. Repeat.
Some cravings don’t live in bottles or needles—they live in the quiet click of a mouse. There was nothing particularly extraordinary about **Eli Graves**—not at first glance. He worked in IT for a mid-sized firm, had a small apartment in the city, ordered the same pad thai every Friday, and liked his socks organized by color. He was quiet, polite, and kept his head down. No red flags. No chaos.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Confessions
The Meat King’s Curse
In the neon-lit city of Argent Vale, a culinary revolution had taken hold. The streets buzzed with food trucks, pop-up kitchens, and steakhouses, all centered around one man: Rex "The Meat King" Maddox. A former MMA fighter turned food icon, Rex was a mountain of muscle with a larger-than-life personality—and an even larger appetite.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Confessions
Wandering Eyes
The city of Myrrin never slept—not in the way you’d hope. It twitched under neon lights, sighed in alleyways, and whispered behind cracked windows. In the heart of its sleepless core, Elena Vale moved like a ghost, unassuming, camera slung across her chest and a notebook full of names in her back pocket.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Journal
The Unspoken Rules
The elevator chimed softly as it reached the 12th floor of Meridian & Co., a sleek consulting firm nestled in the heart of the city. I stepped out, coffee in hand, head full of ambition and self-importance. It was my first job after university, and I was ready to change the world—one meeting at a time.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Lifehack
The Bench
Rain drizzled down in fine, cold sheets as the little girl sat alone on the wooden bench beneath the drooping arms of an old willow tree. The park was empty—no laughter, no dogs barking, no children running. Just the wind whispering through the leaves and the steady patter of rain against the earth.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Journal
The Weight of the Wind
Elias woke up to a sky the color of tin. Clouds swirled above his apartment like thoughts he couldn’t tame. The coffee machine blinked at him with passive aggression, and his inbox was already groaning with unread emails—subject lines like small threats: *"URGENT"*, *"Need by noon"*, *"Following up again…"*
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Confessions
