“Hi! I’m a friend of Misaki’s and I’m kinda new here. The name’s Levi!” Levi offered him a hand.
(This chapter hasn’t been posted yet-)
She narrowed her eyes and nodded at her lover with the briefest of smiles breaking across her very dry and cracked lips.
“I don't know how to get in.” Will said with a childlike lilt to his throat.
The center of the abyss.
“I didn’t know how or remember when I even got up on the roof.”
The night was young, Ethel knew that the echoes of their passion would be heard outside the very thin walled tent, and she couldn’t give a piss about it.
For a second i read your novel`s title as "Brexit hammers and anvils".......and got extremely confused with the tought of an erotica about brexit
"This all feels like a nightmare.A real shitty one."
The smell of his blood on the leader’s knife was still fresh. He could still smell it lingering around… getting nearer…
WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!
I feel like that sentence works for everyone right about now.
Now for mine:
Everyone expected more from her than she could give.
“Ah, Destiny.” Darric laughed. “Isn’t she a rightful bitch?”
“There’s is only one problem with that, little one.” The taller woman whispered sharply. “I think I am in love with you too... and I am a Queen.”
So in theory, if I can revive myself in those 2-3 seconds after my head gets ripped off, everyone gets what they came for.
Gotta love how out of context this is haha
He did not hear the bodies of the other priests drop to the ground.
This come from my finished chapter, but not the published chapter"Its ok, just dont do it again"
“Yes, little one.” Dacia nodded as she waved back. “I know.”
The commoners had started circulating cheap paintings of him before his body had gone cold.
The stench of the undead’s breath hit me hard in the face as his teeth came closer to breaking my skin.