Cherubim, Karen Lank [best fiction books of all time txt] 📗

I look around the room in astonishment. Torn apart bodies lay everywhere, blood covers the once perfectly white room. My gaze shifts down to my own fragile lanky body, my jeans are a smear of blood spatters and finger prints. I look to my left where a long mirror hangs, my mouth is covered in a gorey mess of flesh. My face shows of no emotion, no remorse. I am empty. I am a monster. I am Lanaya Venning.