Ghostface Killer. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ghostface Killer by M. Never

My rating: 3 of 5 stars.

Once, I was nothing. 

Hungry, abandoned, wandering, and alone. An adolescent street rat fighting for crumbs. 

Then a chance encounter changed my entire world. 

A man in an expensive suit asked me how much my life was worth. 

I didn’t have an answer, because I didn’t know. 

He asked if I thought it was worth killing for. 

Impulsively, I said yes… 

He found me, then fostered me, and in the interim turned me into a killing machine. A modern day La Femme Nikita. 

Now, I only have one mission. To avenge the death of the man who saved me. 

There’s an invisible war on the streets. Us against them. Family against family. Power against power. 

They call me Ghostface Killer because they never see me coming. 

I understand the weight of that danger. 

The hazard. 

The jeopardy. 

Because now here I stand, three months pregnant with the barrel of a gun pressed to my head cause I never saw him coming… 

Ghostface Killer

Badass assassin heroine!

The. Heroine in this story overcame a lot to become quite the badass killer. I really thought I would like this one more than I actually did. Both Stevie and Bas are damaged but she is so much more badass than he is. That is ok, but there are several times when he is actually portrayed as quite a sissy.

I am not talking about being off his anti depressants, though that was bad enough because it is not sexy at all to be asking your girl to end it all for you because you don’t want to deal. Overcoming that is fairly manly. But, being afraid of needles and whining about how much your arm hurts after a shot is really not endearing.

Baz has attended to my every need. Starting with my thirst for information, patiently explaining what his “issues” truly entail. According to him, he is plagued with an adult form of ADHD, a sprinkle of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and a healthy dose of depression. I witnessed the obsessive-compulsive disorder first-hand when I caught him scrubbing the kitchen sink until he bled, and well, the depression, we were all there for that. His ADHD comes in waves and bursts of energy. Hence the amount of firewood outside. He needs to expend it, a lot, so he’s constantly coming up with ways to tire himself out. And his newest outlet is me. The man can fuck for days. Days. It’s a good thing, too, cause my sex drive is as insatiable as my appetite lately.

I guess I just couldn’t relate to these characters as much as I wanted. Though the story was good so I gave it a three. It might have been me and one of those times when I just couldn’t get into it, ya know?


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