Louisa by Ellie Macdonald
I loathe the heroine. She should be a Mortal Kombat character so that I can perform repeated fatalities on her.
I loathe the heroine. She should be a Mortal Kombat character so that I can perform repeated fatalities on her.
A whiny special snowflake and a doormat sex-mad bunny boiler, together in love. Just kill me already.
This one doesn’t know what it wants to be, so it ends up as something it probably never wanted to be.
There are big, big issues here, but the story itself has interesting possibilities.