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flower_of_ink10mthCommentedWow...
I don't dare say anything thinking he would make it worse. But as I near my last limit of consciousness he stops it all and whispers two last words. "Then eat."- flower_of_ink10mthCommented
great way to a lady's heart, my brother XD
Halfway through our conversation, Lucero clears his throat loudly and says with that booming voice of his, "Anyone who talks to Cara is dead in the next three seconds." right after he says that everyone bows down and the man beside me stops talking to me. - flower_of_ink10mthPosted
LOVE THE WRITING STYLE. the mysterious vibe that the male lead was given had me turning pages! I'd love to see how the characters come to an understanding despite the differences and tension between them~ can't wait for an update! the writer's got amazing skills of storytelling and characterization 🤍
- flower_of_ink10mthPosted
beautifully written. the words the author had chosen for diction gave a fantasical vibe to it. I really got lost in the world, and it felt magic! Honestly, the author's got a gift for storytelling. although I'd like to see some dialogue exchanged between the characters, I think it will help the readers connect with the characters more. CANT WAIT FOR NEXT CHAPTER! ❤️ I'd love to see the author write another fantasy world!
- flower_of_ink11mthReplied to ebeilijan
vocabulary 😂
He said, pushing several strands of her hair from her forehead as it stuck to her skin like a wet vines, her pony tail looked like a dead lizard's tail and made him laugh even more, laugh even humanely. - flower_of_ink11mthReplied to Usman_Sajid
thank you! hope you enjoy the rest of the book!
Two people with strange posture were walking down the alley. Between them was a huge, wooden box. Inside were flowers, chocolates and coffee beans. The box was tilted towards the person walking behind the other, the person walking ahead pushed it up. The wind was howling against the sky, ravens flapped their wings and fluttered against the branches, banging their heads in the dark and dropping dead, thunder clapped and lightning flashed, the rustle of the trees sounded like the cackling of the witches from old stories.