Whispers in the Stars by Patricia Waddell
What kind of nauseating sickly-sweet thing is this?
What kind of nauseating sickly-sweet thing is this?
Sophomore slump, thump!
How do you make a bad woman worthy of love? Turn her into an idiot, of course!
Are those… Mario and Luigi?
All that childish fighting! Is it because the author refuses to let them have sex all day?
Why are kiddies in stories like this one so bloody annoying?
Failed crossdressing idiot finds love with the man she spent all this while trying to flee. Typical.
This is a work of camp. If you expect anything else, be prepared to cringe and be disappointed.
What is it about woods in Southern redneck areas that attract dumb teens by the droves?
The lover in question needs to take a hammer at his crotch.