Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)

by Ana Huang

None of that had hurt as much as this.

I was drowning. Drowning in emotions I’d never felt before, in dark waters that saturated my lungs and made reaching for the surface impossible.

I don’t care if we’re on different continents or if it’s five, fifty years in the future. I never want you to wake up and feel like you’re alone because you’re not. You’ll always have me.”

“I love you. So fucking much.”

They felt like they’d been waiting to find their home all these years and found it in her.

There was nothing left of me when I took out all the parts that belonged to her.

I would give Stella anything she wanted, even if it killed me in the process.

“I know,” I said. I couldn’t believe I’d sunk to conversing with plants, but here we were. “I miss her too.”

I would rather be miserable now after having been loved by you than be happy without having ever known you.

And if I have you back, I’ll never give you a reason to leave again.

You will always be my first, last, and only love.

Of all the people I’d miss most, he took the top spot. I love you.

There was one remaining piece, and it belonged to her.

Those letters weren’t just letters—they were pieces of him, poured from his soul and inked in black.

And sometimes, we found our happiness in the shades of gray.

he looked at her like the world was the night sky and she was the only star in existence.

Love shone through, so clear and bright it eclipsed the sun.

He was real, and no matter what happened, he would always be there.

Somehow, four strangers that’d been randomly assigned to the same dorm room their freshman year of college had evolved into what we were now—a beautifully messy, perfectly imperfect family that’d gone through our share of ups and downs but made it through to the other side.

In fact, our friendship had strengthened after being tested by real life.

but Ava, Bridget, and Jules would always be my sisters by choice.

I felt something that’d eluded me for so much of my life. Happiness, in its purest and most complete form.

But now that I finally had a future worth living for, it was time to let go of the past, once and for all.

“They’ll extend your lifespan, Mr. Harper. I want many, many years with you.”

“Not years, sweetheart. Forever.”

“You, Christian Harper, are a softie at heart.” I laughed softly. “Only for you, Butterfly.”

Now, I realize that love was the last piece that’d been missing in the puzzle of my life. With it, I was finally whole.