week
ter for this story, I think
is story sucks hard. Do
th at the end doesn't do her any justice. After wasting seven years of my life reading this, it's only fair that right a
words that got m
obbies were simple: using my hard-earned money to buy trashy online novels, then fuming about them for hours afterward. I either thirsted over fictional men wit
dn't mean I
nn End Up Choosing?' I started reading it when I was eighteen. For seven long, masochis
ighter when she smiled. Birds sang in harmony around her perfectly coiffed hair. Grown men-dukes and assassins and princes alike-literally sw
plot ballooned into an ungodly mess of fan service, unnecessary side quests, and me s
point came wi
h dramatic fainting spells and approximately four hundred scenes of men brooding attractively in th
idence and absolutely not foreshadowing-the most hated character in the entire godforsaken novel, who had no other goals or personali
dent, poor thing. Anyway, here's another scene of Maryann gi
e e
hen I laughed. It was a high, slightly unhinged sound that went on for a full thirty minute
ed that review. I even considered throwing my laptop out the window for dramatic effect. My bank account, ev
author and forcing them to read their own drivel at gunpoint. I had work
tly-my recurring heart condition picked that night for its grand finale. A sudden cardiac arrest. One minute I was glaring at my c
rkn
len
d t
hile being chased by wolves. My chest burned as I dragged in air, my heart hammering again
the hel
y? Lady
e was talking to
e of my old apartment. Heavy velvet curtains the color of burgundy wine framed windows that looked out onto manicur
ed studio apartment wi
rrowed in concern. Three other maids stood behind her, all watching me ne
ited. "Hold up. Did y
out in a gesture
s flinched dramatically, as
s with the exaggerated reacti
he bearing of someone in charge, her posture straight an
reaching back to fluff the pillows be
ome kind of stress-induced hallucination. Or astral projection? I'd read about that once in a Reddit thread at 3 AM. But
any second now, realize this was all just a weird fever dream, and need to hurry to w
uelton? L
ing the way the other maids behind the head maid
earlier, my bare feet slapping against cold hardwoo
No
e was entirely different from the one I'd worn for twe
ell, I have
ely didn't exist in any normal human genetic code. My eyes were diffe
ce. The villainess. The woman wh
htgown. The chill of the floor. The distant sound of birds outside-birds t
world of the book. As
IN
d suddenly words appeared in my vision-floating, tra
ITIALIZATI
RMED: BEATR
TIVE: SURVIVE
DDS OF SUR
the universe thou
NT: YOU A
laugh. At leas
ION: THE HATRED
GINNING IN:
ould reach zero, the be
d male voice said, "His
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