Category: Twisted Love by Ana Huag

I MADE PANCAKES. I rarely cooked—why waste my time doing something I didn’t enjoy and which I could pay other people to do? But I made an exception today. I was waiting for a visitor, and I didn’t want to miss them by eating out. The doorbell rang. 9:07 a.m., according to the clock on my microwave. Earlier than I’d expected, which meant he was eager. I shut off the […]

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I PAID AND LEFT THE RESTAURANT IMMEDIATELY AFTER AVA. SHE HADN’T gotten far, and I followed discreetly to make sure she got home safe before I drove back to D.C. I hated seeing her upset, especially on a night when we should’ve been celebrating instead of fighting. I wanted to run after her and apologize for being an ass, but the clock was ticking, and I needed to finish what […]

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Twisted love by ANA HUANG Chapter 32,AVA Twisted love by ANA HUANG Chapter 32,AVA HE WAS LATE. I tapped my fingers on the table, trying not to check the time on my phone. Again. Alex and I had agreed to meet at the Italian restaurant near campus at seven. It was now seven-thirty, and all my texts and calls had gone unanswered. Half an hour wasn’t that long, especially when […]

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THE IRON GATES SLID OPEN, REVEALING A LONG DRIVEWAY LINED WITH northern red oak trees, their branches bare and brown in the harsh cold of winter, and the large brick mansion looming in the distance. My uncle’s house—my house as well, before I’d moved to D.C.—stood behind a virtual fortress on the outskirts of Philadelphia, and that was the way he liked it. I hadn’t wanted to leave Ava so […]

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SEVERAL HOURS LATER, JOSH AND I SAT IN THE BACK BOOTH OF A restaurant near The Archer Group. Alex had booked the entire place and dismissed most of the staff. Other than a waiter who hovered by the entrance, out of earshot, we were the only ones here. Alex, too, had retreated to his office to give us more privacy. “I’m so sorry, Ave.” Josh looked terrible. Lackluster complexion, huge […]

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I COULDN’T STOP THROWING UP. I heaved into the toilet, my stomach roiling, my skin drenched with sweat as Alex held my hair back and rubbed circles on my back. He was livid. Not at me, but at my father, my past, the entire situation. I could feel it in the tenseness of his hands and the aura of barely leashed violence that’d swirled around him since I confessed my […]

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SOMETHING WAS WRONG. I felt it deep in my bones as I pulled into my driveway, my sixth sense blaring. Ava stared straight ahead, her face pale, her eyes unseeing. She’d been like this since the morning after Thanksgiving, when her father found her by the lake and she’d screamed so loud she woke me up from one of my rare bouts of sleep. I’d raced outside, my mind conjuring […]

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EVERY YEAR, MY FAMILY CELEBRATED THANKSGIVING WITH A CHINESE TWIST. Instead of turkey and mashed potatoes, we ate roast duck, rice, dumplings, and fish cake soup. Food-wise, this year was the same, but without Josh, the dinner had been two hours of silence and awkwardness. Alex and my dad held a few brief conversations about football and work, and that was it. I think my dad was stressed about something […]

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“IT’S NOT SAFE.” Bridget drew herself up to her full five feet, nine inches and leveled an icy glare at the dark-haired man glowering right back at her. Ballsy, considering she was the princess and he was the bodyguard, but Rhys Larsen wasn’t Booth. That much was clear in the week since he’d arrived in Hazelburg to take over Booth’s protection duties. We’d thrown a big going away celebration for […]

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MY FRIENDS HAD MIXED REACTIONS TO ALEX’S AND MY NEW RELATIONSHIP status. Jules was ecstatic, claiming she knew Alex had a thing for me and demanding to know what he was like in bed. I refused to answer but flushed a deep crimson, and that had told her all she needed to know. I think Jules would have died of disappointment had Alex’s bedroom skills not lived up to the […]

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