Status Updates From Six Scorched Roses

“I opened the envelope. Inside, there were a few torn-out pages of books with notes and translations scribbled in the margins in handwriting I now recognised as Vale’s.
And then there was a letter. At the top was my name, and then several black drips of ink, like he’d hovered the pen over the page for a long time, thinking about what to write.”

I’m so tender about this it’s sick.

I find it unrealistic that EVERY SINGLE male protagonist has such “big” manhood. Like please. Let’s be realistic here. The likelihood that every single one of them is XXL is more like 10% MAX. 🙄

“And I didn’t remember lying down or pulling the covers around myself, only that when I awoke, I had been carefully tucked in, silk sheets smoothed tight around my body.”

Is it any shock I’m loving this when Beauty and the Beast is one of my favourite fairytales? I already lament that it’s only 200 pages.