Twisted Love Ana Huang Free Novels & Stories

"Yeah, so I'm gonna use her words with you. It's okay to like them both and there's absolutely nothing wrong with you, falling in love with two people is a thing that people experience, I mean why do you think the term throuple exists?" "To normalize threesomes?" I snort. "Well, yes and no." He laughs. We both go silent and I realize that his weird explanation lifted something off my chest, I still feel like a shitty person but the guilt is gone. I like them both and I can't change that, I'm not in control. My feelings are. "To the mysteries of a human's emotions and hormones." Tyler lifts his red cup, I chuckle, grabbing my bottle and clicking it with his cup.

I don't think there was any other feeling in the world that was as satisfying as this. She was all I needed. "Open your eyes," I whispered and she looked at me as I continued to slid in and out of her. We both kept staring at each other and I could feel my eyes getting teared up. That's when I realised that we were not fucking. We were making love to each other and it was so beautiful. "You are perfect. Do you know that?" She blushed, pulling me closer and kissed me deeply. I didn't know what came over me but I was feeling so overwhelmed and did something so stupid.

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

Lucas said, shaking hands with him as they proceeded to the dining room for their meeting. “The artwork needed for the hotels in Hong Kong has been settled and arranged for shipment….”, He drawled in his words as he witnessed Eleanor stepping down the stairs looking appealingly gorgeous in the White top and blue jeans she wore, her brown Auburn hair packed up in a messy bun “You were saying something, Mrs. Anderson”, he was interrupted from his unprofessional thoughts of Eleanor but was trapped right back in as she passed beside where he sat and kissed Lucas on the cheeks, her morning fresh set of strawberry bath bubbles and heavenly alluring scents keeping him in a dazzle

Their sweat slicked skin, moans filled the car, windows fogged until the outside world disappeared completely. Tales writhed beneath him, gasping his name like a prayer, like a curse, like a plea. “I love you,” Raja murmured into his mouth. “I love you too,” Tales answered, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes again—but this time from overwhelming bliss, from finally being seen, held, wanted. And when they came, they came together—shuddering, tangled, utterly undone. Silence settled after, heavy and warm. Raja remained above him, foreheads pressed, hearts racing in sync.

She said and Aria picked up the water pipe again and started watering the other parts of the garden that seemed to have been neglected. Juan stood on the terrace, watching the girls act like sisters and lovers, and his lips couldn't help but curl up in a smile. "Must be very fascinating to watch. Is someone in love with a maid?" Valentine said as she then approached him from behind. Juan stood there unbothered. It was as though he expected her seeing as he wasn't surprised at all. "but trust me when I say, bitches like these are opportunists. They would never love you for you. She can only love you because of what she stands to gain so you'd better shine your eyes and be wiser." She said and

I had to. The man who had destroyed my father, who had forced me into this twisted game, couldn’t just be someone I allowed myself to feel something for. His words echoed in my mind—I love you. But how could I trust those words? He had lied to me before, manipulated me. The man who claimed to love me was the same one who had built an empire on the backs of people like my family.

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

Gabriel would see me as basic and advise Justin to go for the more classy and fabulous girls that were always throwing themselves at him. I rang the bell to the apartment on the left on the sixth floor as my heart raced faster than it should and when the door opened, it wasn't Justin, standing before me was a shirtless man with joggers pants and his feet were bare. His shoulders were broad and his eyes were hazel green, one of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, his hair was tinted black with a few curls on the top. His lips were moist; why was I looking at his lips? He was smiling at me, his smile melting every fiber of fear I had in me as I smiled back at him. "Claire," he called out

she whispered. Andres’ eyes burned into hers. “No. I’m honest. And you hate me for it because it makes you feel.” Her lips trembled, her heart racing. “I hate you.” He smiled faintly, his voice low. “Then kiss me. Hate me all you want. But kiss me.” The words hung between them, heavy, daring. Ainara’s breath came uneven, her fury tangled with desire. She wanted to scream, to run, but instead she found herself leaning in, her lips brushing his.