Feeling queasy, Kat glanced down at the black marks that had recently erupted on her forearm. They didn't hurt, and they weren’t oozing pus. If anything, they looked like a drunk man had tried to tattoo several penguins on her forearm, but had, midway through, forgotten what penguins looked like, and the fact that they had eyes.
Um, yes. I have decided to try writing another ONC. It is technically set in the same world as How to Poison Your Husband, but reading HTPYH is not necessary for understanding the events in the story. And it promises to be even more of a chaos factory than How to Poison Your Husband, although for rather different reasons. I haven't forgotten that I still need to post the remaining chapters of HTPYH either, so stay tuned for those!
https://www.wattpad.com/story/389598237-a-lethal-taste-of-love-onc-2025