Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

“She understands me in a way no one else does, even if our worldviews are fundamentally different. When I’m not with her, I wish she were there. When I am with her, I want that moment to last forever. She makes me want to be a better person, and when I think about a world where she doesn’t exist…” His jaw flexed. “I want to burn every inch of it to the ground.”

BECAUSE YOU’RE MINE. 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.

Grief wasn’t one emotion; it was a hundred emotions wrapped in a dark shroud.

Now, she was beautiful in a way that made me want to drown in her, to let her fill every inch of my soul until she fucking consumed me. It didn’t matter if it killed me, because 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 those in reality.

I once read somewhere that the opposite of love wasn’t hate, it was indifference.

“Hell with you sounds like heaven to me.”