A.B. Caes

Writer of wreckage.
Architect of truth.
Trauma with a pulse.

I was born in the Philippines to a gangster and his queen. I survived the streets of Manila, the chaos of New Jersey, and the kind of childhood most people spend a lifetime trying to forget. I didn’t forget—I memorialized it on paper.

My name is A. B. Caes. It’s not the one I was born with, but it’s the one I earned. This pen name is part tribute, part armor—honoring the people I lost and the girl I was before I started telling the truth.

I write memoirs that live somewhere between confession and confrontation. Stories about death and survival. Tragedy and abuse. Women and the worlds we build when the old ones break us. My first book, I Killed My Brother, is the story that’s haunted me the longest. It’s messy, it’s brutal, and it’s mine.

I don't write to be liked. I write because some stories demand to be told--even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts. My words are how I fight silence, shame, and survival fatigue. If you're reading this, maybe you've been fighting too.

Books

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I Killed My Brother

A story of guilt, grief, and the day everything changed.

Fail To Win

When you burn your whole life down, what rises from the ashes?

I Was A Pimp

Survival, sex work, and power--told by someone who lived all sides.

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