Chapters 31, 32, 33 make their appearance. As y'all can see, I'm in a good place. When I tried to defend this book from all the pre-release hatred a few weeks ago, I didn't seriously expect to enjoy it as much as I did at the end of the day. 🤡✌🏻 The issue I have with most of miss Kent's books amounts to them being entertaining enough to keep my attention and easy to digest, but at the same time failing miserably to elicit any real emotion from me. Her books are ideal for my love 'em and leave 'em type of whorish book persona. Do you know the feeling of wanting to read the book as slow as humanly possible just to savor every grain of the reading experience? Well, the moment of scorching chemistry between me and Rina Kent's work just never happened ( Till this beautiful day, that is. It only took Rina to write about — an unhinged dumbass with unprovoked spitefulness running in his veins instead of blood (Daniel) — a graceful queen with a questionable taste in men (Nicole) — their toxic and unhealthy second-chance relationship to convert me from a hedonistic skeptic to a DaNicole loyal worshipper. 🤡 Miss Rina Kent: compares Daniel's co*ck to The Statue of Liberty. Irunía: I never knew I needed that visual in my life. 🥰✊🏻 Miss Rina Kent: Irunía: 4.99 stars it is. I DON'T CARE. 🤚🏻 I see only my objective — the obstacles must give way. @Napoleon didn't lie. Gotta admit that Nicole's story was very touching. There's just something about a person feeling like they're invisible that tears at my heartstrings. In all honesty, all of us could relate to having the same sensation of abandonment at some point in our lives. I think that worse than pain is the pain you have to go through alone. Unnoticed. Unheard. Unseen. Unsoothed. Rina managed to convey so heartbreakingly and potently the pain, the despair and the shattering loneliness Nicole had to experience on her own after Daniel shutting the door in her face. Astrid assuming that she was having consensual sex with Christopher and not coming to her rescue. The subsequent family drama that ensued shortly afterwards. Those past chapters made me feel weirdly tense and uncomfortable, which I attribute to the way they were masterfully written. Daniel. Oh my god. That outburst of his was so random and unprovoked, it was almost funny. 🤚🏻 That being said, and I apologize in advance for saying the blasphemy, this guy's insults slapped.so.f*cking.good. 😭 Daniel when Nicole can't hear him: Daniel when faced with Nicole's celestial beauty and grace in person: So...how was I supposed to resist the allure of that deliciously daft, effortlessly simp energy, huh? 😭🤚🏻 I'm not quite positive whether his delusional mind made him a pitiful little gazebo in my eyes or an adorable cutie pie whose dumb energy should be forced back into the spill-proof dumbassery bottle, subsequently displayed as a valuable exhibit and protected from excessive Daniel's erroneous assumptions (both in the past and in the present) turned his each and every interaction with Nicole into such an intense and emotional battle SLOW DOWM, MY ASININE PRINCE. Mean assholes aren't meant to sound so h-o-t, okay? 🥵 Now let's pretend that chapters 31, 32 and 33 don't exist because I physically can't give the only Rina's book that kept me on the edge of my seat less than 4.99 stars. In my review for Empire of Sin, I said that This book is a melody. I didn't just read it. I felt it. I experienced it. I inhaled it. I devoured it. I didn't care about the ludicrous analogies. 11-year separation. Kids talking like wannabe poets. Daniel's lack of comprehension. The Chapters That Shouldn't Be Named. Finally Rina made a conscious effort to not only describe the tension-filled and gloomy events but also cause a sensation of living through them with her characters in a reader. 🤡This is genuinely my favorite Rina's book so far🤡 I'm not sure it can be considered a compliment. 🕳️P.S.🕳️ Before riding off into the sunset, I'd also like to comment on the topic of Double Standars that has been actively and animatedly (🤡😂) discussed by many readers of this book. My two cents' worth on the matter: this book doesn't have any double standards. The heroine's celibacy was imposed on her neither by society nor by the hero. She loved only Daniel. She had a traumatizing sexual experience — rape, to which every woman might have a different reaction and her own special modus operandi. The said celibacy was of her personal choice. The choice that was neither glorified nor condemned by anyone in this story. The conscious decision of an adult woman. Expecting her to act differently — follow in Daniel's footsteps and whoring around (?) so that her behavior doesn't conform to harmful and outdated gender "stereotypes/norms" — isn't fair. 😌 I'm not sure why heroines have to try on a role of a "manwhor*" or resort to toxic patriarchal behavior to be respected and considered likeable. I don't like how a woman's sexuality still has to comply with standards. 🔪 Back then, women were supposed to be "pure" and "virginal" before marriage. Otherwise, they would be slu*t-shamed and despised (that still stands true for some countries 🥲). Today, women are supposed to explore their sexuality freely, but somehow I often come across female readers who despise "dumb virgins" in books (as if intellect had any correlation to the state of a woman's vagin* 🤡) and even expect women to behave like fictional mamwhor*s (it's a valid preference but no so much valid a demand). Also, I happen to have read quite a few books where virgins are obsessed with "getting rid of it" (my least fav trope too) not because they feel like the time has come and they actually want a new experience but rather because they experience peer pressure and believe that they are already "too old" and keeping their v-cards somehow equates to being pathetic losers. None of the approaches sounds particularly liberating or progressive to my ears. Let women do whatever the f*ck they want sjsjsjjssj. slu*t-shaming and virgin-shaming has to stop someday. 💀 Anyways. "Whoring around" or staying celibate, as long as it's a woman's choice made in accordance with her own preferences and life circ*mstances, is perfectly normal. You can either love one of the options and hate the other and vice versa, but as far as this particular book is concerned, it was about Nicole doing what she thought was best for her. So I'm not quite sure what got people's panties in a twist since so many readers have double standards (me included 🤡) of their own. ✊🏻 In some cases, the complaints about double standards are the result of people's own personal preferences disguised as outrage at "double standards". 🤷🏼♀️ Both Daniel and Nicole didn't have any obligation to stay faithful to each other, they were never officially together in the first place. Daniel thought that Nicole cheated on him in the past so naturally he didn't live like a monk. Though he did refuse to kiss any woman that wasn't Nicole. For almost 2 dozen years he had been keeping the snow globe that "bitchy" Nicole gave him when they were children. If that and him calling her his "little bitch" don't count for love, I don't know what does. 👉🏻🥺👈🏻 That's my take on the whole controversy surrounding the book. My taste in fictional men is truly legendary too, and while Daniel isn't the type I'd normally fall for, I enjoyed his primitive thought process and clueless personality. 🥺 Nicole is da Queen and peasants don't get to judge queens, isn't that so. 🖤 Even though there were a lot of aspects that I found underdeveloped and badly executed, for some reason I really loved the book despite all the flaws and shortcomings. Zero f*cks given. Only DaNicole supremacy. <3 THE 26TH OF FEBRUARY Just a friendly reminder before the release date: the average rating of this book is I hope no one ever treats your hard or not hard work like that. The audacity to think that readers are entitled to dictate what characters authors can or can't write about! 😂 Lend me some of this delusion. 🙏🏻 Slavery was abolished a long time ago. Authors are free people. Readers are free people. No one holds a gun at your head, just take a relaxing breath and realize that the world doesn't revolve around you! I just couldn't keep silence anymore. 💀 Big hugs to my ppl. I hope we end up loving Nicole. 😂🙏🏻["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>This is my first 5-star book by miss Kent (the total number of books read: 14) and I ain't gonna hold back any snot, tears or sweat that reading this book has caused. In case you don't want to witness me kissing Rina's ass and worshipping at the divine altar that is this story, you better close your little eyes right now.I'm petty as f*ck and I'm gonna lower the rating of the book I couldn't take my eyes off to 0.1 stars; for those insane in the membrane, ridiculously dramatic, unnecessarily dumb last chapters have the audacity to ruin my experience by merely existing in their ugly, unpalatable form. “Because the only thing I recall about you from back then is your bitchy, entitled f*cking self, Nicole. You were just a f*ck but you went ahead and made it into some love story.”
Daniel carefully removes my hair from my face. “If you’re allergic to peaches, why would you eat them?”
“B-because I like them.” “Bloody idiot…” I mutter, feeling moisture stinging my eyes, but I don’t let it loose.
“You’re a little bitch, but not when you’re underneath me. Not so high and mighty when you’re stuffed with my dick, are you?” “Junior only whispers to me,” she says with a bright smile that makes me as hard as the Statue of Liberty.
Nicole doesn’t take the bait, her eyes continuing to drill holes in my face and communicate something that should’ve been extinguished with the Nazis.
The Nazis be rolling over in their graves and laughing/crying maniacally at this incongruous analogy. What in the name of mental health institution was that, Ms. Kent? . No, that doesn't sound right. Please. 🙏🏻 I'm begging you. ✊🏻 Never use the word "Nazis" in contemporary romance until it's absolutely f*cking necessary.
“Are you a f*cking whor*?”
She has always been curious, intuitive, and the smartest woman I’ve ever met.
She looks like a f*cking goddess with her slightly flushed cheeks and dewy skin.
I jam his head harder, so he eats the dirt and stops talking. “Nicole, however, was and will always be a f*cking queen.”
“Are you daft or bad at following instructions, Ms. Adler?”
“Did you put all that effort into the food so that he’d decide to keep you as his warm hole?”
light enlightment in the British Museum. of wills between the almighty queen and the dirt on her shoes that my eyes were literally obsessed with watching them both come up with toxic insults for each other. A hot hand grips my nape, squeezing the side of my throat. “Eyes on me when I f*ck you.”
for me a book is like a melody. If it sounds flat and smooth, it will not cause any emotion, and the day after tomorrow it will be completely forgotten as if it never even existed. I’m disoriented by the time his thumb wipes beneath my eye. Then he rubs them, his thumb and my tears, against his forefinger. But it’s not the gesture that makes me pause. It’s the fascination in his gaze, the way he looks like a researcher who just made a discovery.
