Wish, eager to know what would happen next, flipped the page to read the next paragraphs. Her fingernails trailed each word, line by line, as her eyes widened at every plot twist and turn in this particular book she had been indulging in since she left the table prepared for breakfast.
No, it was not romance.
God forbid she indulged herself in all those too-good-to-be-true perfect love stories and all that shit.
It was gore and horror.
Surprisingly similar to the ones she read on her phone back in her world but better. The choice of words and pacing were incredible too, and in just a few days, she had found another reason to want to remain here in this foreign world. It was written by a werewolf with a name she almost lost a few of her teeth trying to pronounce. It was long, and it abused a lot of consonants compared to vowels in the name.
