The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

Right and wrong had somehow lost meaning since I’d found her.

"Maybe I am a monster, dream girl. But I'm your monster. And that's all that matters."

He was crazy, obsessed. Out of his fucking mind.

Now I was comparing him to the villains too…and still having the same problem. I’d always been a sucker for the irredeemable sinners.

“Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.”