W3t Laik A Wh0r3: A Novel by Ralph Clayton

The life of a CamGirl in Russia, with a mix of mysticism.

W3t laik a wh0r3: a novel

Welcome to my glorious life. I'm PurpleCandyXXX the one and only, the majestic online WebStar and AdultPerformer. This world has never seen anyone else like me before. Born as a poor nobody in a forgotten Ukrainian village in the middle of nowhere, I was rightfully able to choke destiny with my very own two hands. I rose from the ashes of the old to become who I am now, your one and only eternal goddess. This is me, your delightful purple candy. Take my invitation and I shall make you free in my own Mesopotamian paradise. It's so devilish good, you'll never want to go back. Lose yourself inside me, it's not a wicked sin but a rightful choice that's easy to take and impossible to forget. Hear my song, the beautiful song of the Siren. Blissful Nirvana is waiting for you my dear fanatics, only if you're able to cross the thin line between this life and the next.

Genre: FICTION / Erotica / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Satire

Language: English

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Word Count: 40,444

Sales info:

It's a book to be released on May 9th. So there are no real statistics yet. My past work usually sells in the thousands depending on content and popularity.  This book is rather different and somewhat interesting, I do expect to have strong sales when it's released.


Sample text:

Melancholic reminiscence is indeed priceless.

There’s nothing like remembering the past to make you cry rivers like a puny weakling. Long gone memories of something that you are not anymore. This is your life now. Take it or leave it, like it or not, this is the only possible choice. There are no happy endings, and most certainly there aren’t any happy beginnings.

Life is almost like a very messy and spicy minestrone soup of unwanted creamy-dreams and salty-wishes never to be realized, never to be done. No great mountain to ever be conquered, no great conquest to ever be tastily savored. All there is, is you and nothing else but the endless darkness of life. Perhaps also, some of those precious and pathetic shitty memories that regretfully you just can’t let go off.

My lovely past is like a faraway hallucination, in a faraway Russian fairy tale. It’s something like a drunk memory that quite possibly, never really happened. It might just all be a dream for all I know, or perhaps a chemically induced delusion.I do remember it all, like it was yesterday. Oh sweet yesterday, I want to go back although I know that I can’t.The horny birds singing near my home in spring, before lustfully mating on the tree branches. The lush birch forest turning red during autumn, just before instantly drying up and dying. The piles and piles of snow falling on my rooftop during winter, precariously encasing us in an icy tomb. The summer, my dear and beloved summer. That one time when everything changed forever and it never was the same again. Quite suddenly, I was brusquely awakened to the beautiful and brutish reality of adult life. That one hot summer in my piss-poor village, when I was still a young and pretty innocent mademoiselle.

 

 


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

LanguageStatus
Spanish
Translation in progress. Translated by Marina García Rodríguez

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