Twisted Lies

by Ana Huang

Julian smiled. “Surprised?”

Who? Is that the front desk guy? I thought his name was Jason

D.C.’s most celebrated lifestyle journalist looked different outside the glossy confines of his Washington Weekly headshot and the one time we’d met in person.

Am i supposed to know who this is?

He’d been even nicer during the dozen or so times we spoke on the phone.

Oh wait the person that just wrote a profile on her?

A dream? I’d gone through hell because of a freaking dream? Breathe.

Fucking hell

His sentence cut off with another, more animalistic howl when I took advantage of his distraction, sank my teeth into his neck, and tore. The wet, sickening sound of flesh tearing ripped through the air.

Oh my god i didnt realise that was a thing

“But my mom also left something else behind. Her one attempt at painting.

Oh my god. Wow.

I see her sitting down, writing that note, then blowing her brains out.”

Oh.

I drew her closer. “I missed you too,” I added softly before pressing a gentle kiss to her mouth. I could kiss her forever,

I feel like everything is right in the world

“Hello, Julian.” I examined Stella’s stalker, who was strung up with heavy cuffs locking his wrists and ankles into a vertical spread-eagle position.

Im so ready to see Christians full potential

Stella: Come home to me.

“Yes, but that won’t be our child.”

Me