Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

“You’re my personal hell, Red.”

“And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.”

But like and need were different things, and right now, I needed what only he could give me. I just hoped I didn’t get too addicted in the process.

I lost someone. It sounded so generic. People lost toys and house keys; they didn’t lose lives. They had lives wrenched from them, stolen by the cruel hands of an unforgiving god.

Three months ago, I would’ve never willingly touched him, and he would’ve never willingly turned to me for comfort. Yet here we were, existing in the strangest iteration of what our relationship could be. Not quite friends, not quite enemies. Just us.

I firmly believed people didn’t need a significant other to be happy. If someone wanted to be in a relationship, great. If they didn’t, also great. The same went for children, marriage, etc. There were no universal barometers for happiness. A person’s life could be just as fulfilling without a romantic partner as it was with one.

watching her smile was like watching the night sky light up with stars.

I didn’t know what I wanted from her, but I knew I wanted her. I knew she haunted my thoughts and invaded my dreams until she was the only thing I could see. And I knew that being with her was one of the few times I truly felt alive.

Do you want to know why?” A hard swallow disrupted the delicate lines of her throat. “Why?” I lowered my head and wound my hand through her hair, pulling her even closer to me. “Because you’re mine,” I said against her mouth. “Let another man touch you, Jules, and you’ll find out just how easily I can take a man’s life as I can save one.”

in a world where I was surrounded by death, she was the only thing that made me feel alive.

“The monsters in our imagination are often worse than those in reality.”

But instead of trying to assuage it, I embraced it. Because even though pain hurt like a motherfucker, it proved you were still alive, and it was only after it faded that you could finally heal.

“I don’t know what you did to me, Red. But somehow, I went from wanting to kill you…to willing to kill for you.”

He could be the King of fucking England, but he’ll never give you what I’m willing to give you.” The goosebumps multiplied. “What’s that?” “Everything.”

“I thought I knew what I wanted before. Becoming a doctor, chasing the next high. Being the most popular, most liked person in the room. I thought those things would make me happy, and they did. Temporarily. But you…”

“You’re the only thing that could make me happy forever.”

Argentina.

Mi paisss