Riri

“It’d been six days since the bachelor party. Six days of replaying the way Jordan kissed Ayana on the cheek and the way she’d smiled at him in response. One hundred and thirty hours of remembering the way her body arched into mine. Eight thousand-plus minutes of revisiting how she’d almost kissed me.”
― Ana Huang, King of Envy

“She was a splash of color in my world of gray, and before I knew it, I was ensnared. There was no way out.”
― Ana Huang, King of Envy

“Because she’s fucking mine. Jordan was her fiancé in name, but I was the one she’d turned to first. I was the one who understood what she needed—not comfort, but vengeance. I was the one who would kill and die for her in the same breath.”
― Ana Huang, King of Envy

“Do you taste that, srce moje?” Vuk’s eyes burned into mine. “That’s the taste of your need for me. Not anyone else. Me.” He pushed his fingers deeper. I choked, my eyes welling with tears. “You’re mine, Ayana. I teško onom koji pokuša da mi te uzme.”
― Ana Huang, King of Envy