- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"I don't like you. If you want the God's honest truth, I think you're evil. I think you cover it well, but I always trust my intuition. There must be a reason I want to constantly grab my crucifix when I'm in your company, Lucas, and no amount of you convincing me you're some tortured, poor, underestimated person will change my mind on that. Is that what you want to hear, some honesty? I'll tell you to your face that I dislike you, I inherently dislike the character you put on and the fact you expect me to believe it," she suddenly drawled in reply, pushing herself up from the seat and, without bothering to tell him, she moved to head out of the library with an unsubtle frown on her lips. If she was honest, she really didn't want to talk to him, and the fact she'd felt sympathy for him for a few seconds did irk her - he didn't deserve her sympathy, right?