In a society governed by the rule of law, I work conscientiously and abide by the law. After my boyfriend made me mad, I had a car accident. I have no regrets about dying. Without the car accident, I probably would have been shot. My regret is that I didn't let him die.
After time travel, nothing can suppress me anymore. I don't have to be a good person because I am not. I was originally a villain.
I want to get what I love, and I want to kill what I hate. Don't fight with me, and don't fight with me in the world.
If I love you, you will not only fall off the altar, but you will also be imprisoned and tortured by me. My love is so terrible, but you will never be able to escape for the rest of your life.
When I killed her, your beautiful eyes shed tears. Do you know how much impulse I had to restrain before I was willing to gouge out those beautiful eyes and keep them? And I also really like your nose. I want to cut them all off and put them in a jar to look at every day.
Purpose: Crazy criticism of dark and refreshing novels about vicious lives