I am not putting slut shaming in my book

His Possession is currently the #1 “best vampire story” on Wattpad. Not “most popular,” not “most views,” not “most likes,” not “most comments,” but “best.” This is the silver tuna.

The story stars Richard Madden as Edward Cullen Christian Grey Dorian Gray Demonic Guy Damon Gray, because that’s what Wattpad wants you to do: rather than paint a subtle resemblance in your reader’s minds throughout the beginning of the story, just overtly cast actors in the characters’ roles and publish your cast list in the sidebar, where it will remain for quick and easy referencing in later chapters. Why show when you can tell? Your readers won’t retain what your writing shows them anyway.

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Title: His Possession
Author: SophieHayward96
Total views: 3,208,697
Final chapter views: 71,255
Stars: 100,183

Teaser:

Amelia’s life is turned upside down

And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit down, K?
I’ll tell you how I became the posession of a vampire called Damon Gray.

when she is kidnapped, tortured, then soon to be sold to a vampire when she comes of age.

I wouldn’t like to be subjected to soon to be anything, but being subjected to soon to be sold to a vampire would be beyond the pale.

During an auction, she catches the eye of one vampire; Damon Gray.

Only one, at an auction? Ouch.

Damon is a very powerful, strong, and handsome, but tends to be cruel man.

That sucks man. But is he stoic? Is he secretly emotionally tortured?

He feeds on her

I hate Vampires. They are the most unsexy and unthreatening of all mythical monsters. Vampires are the mosquitoes of the fantasy world. But once I turn my spine rightside out again I’ll try to stop judging people for their cannibalistic bloodsport kinks.

and punishes her when she does something wrong.

Well, at least he’s a morally upstanding guy.

But after all this, she admires him. He gave her food and shelter. He gave her a place to call home.

He gave her a moral compass.

As the days pass, Amelia begins to feel emotions she thought she would never feel; jealousy and love.

If she expected to feel them it wouldn’t be a surprise, see.

Author’s Note:

I know you’re probably wondering, “What is the point of this Author’s Note?” but it is for you, mainly.

Who… m-me?

I have had a couple of people in the past make fanart for this book. Now I wanted to inform you that if you too wanted to {Do not worry as I am not and will never force you to make some}

Not even when I do something wrong?

[Submission details ensue.]

But as stated above, I am not forcing or telling you that you have to do it. It is your choice. If you don’t want to then don’t.

You protest so much I’m a little spooked. It’s like you would normally use a hidden backdoor to infest my computer with child porn and then threaten to tip off the cops unless I made you some fan art, but today you just don’t feel like it. Or do you?

Chapter One: Where It All Began

Life is different now the vampires had come out of the coffin.

When the grave robber lifted the coffin’s lid, one hundred — nay, one hundred thousand! — famished little vampires swarmed out into the fog, buzzing a tortured whine of eons, determined to thrust their hard, drooling probosci into the throbbing femoral arteries of innocents across the globe.

The world is now a dangerous place. Girls and boys are being taken off of the streets and into what the vampires call, “pet shops” to be sold to a vampire.  They will either become bodyguards or pets.

And every human adult is just too darn turned on by the news to do anything about it.

Either way, the vampires will feed on you until they don’t need you anymore. That’s when they tend to drain them dry or sell them to a friend of theirs.

How dependable is a bodyguard when he’s running on only half a tank of blood, anyway?

The world’s not as great as everyone thinks it is.

1 in 6 Americans is taking a psychiatric drug.

You are either the lion or the lamb.

And lo, the lion shall lie down with the lamb, and drink deeply of its blood, and get jiggy unto it.

My alarm started buzzing, indicating I had to get up as it was my first day back at school. I shot up in a cold sweat, panting and feeling around for bite marks or any marks that indicated I was hurt. I was clear. Thank God for that. Damn nightmares. I pulled off my quilt and swung my legs around. I was so tired from all the sleepless nights. I needed coffee.

Damn sleepless nights filled with nightmares and other dreams.

[Mother sings happy Birthday. Daughter doesn’t like it.]

Alarm clock + unwelcome mothering = safe and reliable opening?

“Well have a shower and get dressed. You will feel better. And please do not wear your smart clothes.”

“What is wrong with wearing something smart?”

“It’s your first day honey. You need to make an impression”

“No you want me to dress like the other girls at that school.”

“Yes that is exactly what I’m saying. You would fit in then.”

“You do know right that those girls purposely wear skirts that barely cover their ass and not to mention the crop tops that just cover their cleavage just in hopes to get a vampires attention. I think I will stick to the clothes I chose yesterday. I respect myself too much to degrade myself like they do.”

In this universe it is totally normal for young girls to openly fetishise and actively pursue their own brutalizations and deaths at the hands of supernatural monsters. And if parents  encourage their children to make themselves targets of kidnapping, rape and murder, that’s only a bit weird.

Okay I am having to put this because of too many comments about it being “slut shaming.”

What’s this? An author’s note crammed right in the middle of the first chapter to respond to a Feminist hate mob’s inline comments — inline comments which Wattpad, in order to be welcoming and user-friendly to everyone, does not allow writers to disable?

It clearly states that the girls who wear short skirts or shorts and crop tops are not wearing them as they are comfy, it clearly states that they are only wearing the short clothes in hopes of a vampire picking them. They don’t care what they wear just as long as it grabs a vampire’s attention.

I am not putting slut shaming in my book

Yes you are, and that’s fine.

because I don’t agree with it.

Yes you do — you think it’s shameful for women to be deliberately sexy to attract men. You think it’s only okay to wear sexy clothes if it’s because they are ‘comfy.’ Or is that just what your character thinks, and you don’t know what slut shaming is?

So please stop with messages to me saying I am a “slut shamer”

The only thing suggesting what you believe is your author’s note. Aside from that, it’s the character who is doing a bit of slut shaming, which is fine. Teenage girls slut shame all the time. And it makes some sense for this character, since if she was already slut to begin with the ensuing sex slavery wouldn’t be dramatic enough.

or a “heartless bitch” because that is not nice and cruel. So please stop. Thank you.

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“I only want you to fit in.” She sighed.

“Those girls are just walking vamp bait. At least wearing what I want means less chance of getting taken by them.”

“Just think about it will you?”

“Why? It sounds like you want me to be taken by the vampires.”

“No honey. Why would I want that?”

“Ignore that. I’m just going to get changed, wear what I want and then start to walk to school.”

“Okay honey. I will leave your presents on your bed for when you get back.”

“Thank you mom.” I smiled, kissing her cheek.

Bad news, Amelia: your mother is a robot zombie. Maybe a vampire minion. You are smart enough to notice that she’s trying to put you in a vulnerable position, and yet somehow you are not smart enough to keep your lips off her. Foreshadowing?

[Amelia showers and gets ready for school in order to provide us with a detailed description of clothing, hairstyle, accessories and physical characteristics.]

I’m bored.

Literally the first thing

After setting up Wattbad’s header and about page, I thought I’d drag my baited line through the Wattpad waters in search of a bite. This is literally the first thing I clicked on, and don’t you mistake that for a figure of speech. Let’s dive in.

Awwooooo

Title: My Brother’s Best Friend is my Mate?!
Author: WinDragon
Total views: 1,276,509
Final chapter views: 256,470
Stars: 23,529

Teaser:

“Mine,” he scowled as he looked directly through my eyes, as if he was staring deep into my soul. An ecstatic and euphoric scent made its way to me that sent shivers through every part of my body; from head down to the tip of my toes.

A look so dirty it can talk, plus about four cliches crammed into two sentences. We’re off to a great start.

‘Mate!’ screamed, my wolf.

Biological imperative!” screamed, Captain, Kirk.

He pinned me to the wall, both my hands on top of my head that was held together by his right hand.

Good thing he was there to stop your head falling apart. I hope you thanked him.

He leaned in closer to my face, so close that I could already feel his minty breath.

His ecstatically, euphorically, carnally minty breath.

Author’s Note:

This book contains a lot of mature and adult contents.

A whole table of them.

Don’t tell me I did not warn you.

You did not warn me.

If you can’t bear wrong grammars and cliché plots then I suggest you stop reading from here. This is my book and I don’t want you criticizing me or my book if it does not satisfy you or meet your expectations.

Ok.

ENJOY READING!

By your command.

Sapphire

Have you ever had that feeling that you literally want to break all the damn alarm clocks that has been invented just so you could go back to sleep?

I live so close to the center of the universe that whenever it’s time for me to wake up, every single alarm clock ever invented goes off. So my answer is yes.

I am literally itching to throw this stupid annoying little box across my room

You might want to have a doctor look at that.

but I can’t, it would cost me another 5 dollars to buy my 6th alarm clock this year! Despite the urge to break it again, nevertheless, I smashed it down and covered my face with a pillow and went back to sleep. Finally!

“The most effective way to spite one’s own urges is to act in perfect accordance with them.”
–Lord Henry Wotton

Just when I was about to set off to dreamland, my door suddenly flung open.

I had expected a slow and predictable flinging.

“Sapphire Kirsten, get your ass up and prepare for school! ” Ugh. Sometimes I actually wonder if my best friend is my mom. I mean come on, [long description of her friend doing stereotypical mom things]. It’s like a mother trapped inside an 18-year old body.

Does your friend also live in your house?

“Geez. Rachel it’s like freakin’ 6 in the morning. I need to sleep, more ” I whined as buried my face on the pillow even more but not the extent that I’m suffocating myself. I’d be dead by now.

And that would be a shame.

I should be partying and going to night clubs and all but never in my 17 years of existence in this world, I’ve experienced that. Why?

Because you’re actually only thirteen and have an extremely romanticised image of what it means to be four years older?

Simple, because I’m obliged to follow the rules and agreements in our Pack.

Oh. Duh.

Just like in the human world, I can only get imprisoned, get married and earn my driver’s license until I am 17.

But that’s wrong. Rules for humans are completely different from rules for werewolves: we can do all of those things after 17. But you’re a werewolf, which means that, as you said, once you turn 17 you’ll never go to prison, which is nice. You’ll also remain a bike-riding spinster until death, which is not so nice, but that’s the deal your foredoggies made for their progeny’s freedom.

And I still need to wait for freaking 6 months until I get to be liberated.  Sad life for me.

Liberated from imprisonment, from marriageability and from driving. It’s a tough deal, I know, but we can’t have free werewolves running around eviscerating their spouses and smashing their cars into things every full moon.

[Detailed descripion of clothing, accessories and perfume brands.]

I’m bored.