Lines (Greyford Wolves, #1)

by Anna B. Doe

“We love the ones we hate.”

People don’t believe that you can love someone and then start to hate that same person all in the blink of an eye.

The line between love and hate is thin.

Darkness is vile. Sinister. It hides secrets and lies, and it makes you believe, if only for a second, that the wrong could be right. Feel so right.

You can let yourself be deceived, but there is no way you’ll come out of the darkness unharmed.

We’re like two lost souls, searching to find something that’s been missing for a while.

“Because the line between love and hate is thin,” I murmur softly. “So fucking thin. And I love you more than I hate you.”

Every time he kisses me, it seems like we’re born to be together. Two parts that make a whole.