I LOVE TO HATE YOU!
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Adam:
I have always known that I have a darker side.. something that lives deep beneath my skin, something that claws at my insides and changes my whole outlook on the outside world. It's made brief appearances in my day to day life but it has never taken total control... Will not until I met her..
Sage:
I knew that something wasn't right about him but I never imagined that such a sexy man could have such an unnatural animalistic dark side. I knew that I was the object of his interest but I never knew that I would become his obsession until it was too late. And now.. I love to hate him!
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In a dark world where love and danger collide, Asher is caught in a deadly game played by Kaidën, a killer with a twisted sense of justice. Kaidën targets the worst criminals, but his obsession with Asher leads him to kill Asher's parents and take his sister as his wife. Asher, struggling with his own pain, finds himself drawn to Kaidën in a way he can't explain. ****** ASHER FISHMAN: He wafted into my life without a warning. I knew how to love Emily and protect her, but loving someone else? I didn't even know how to love myself. Yet, when he does these little things to me, I start to wonder. I only know one way to love, and while he may have burrowed deep into my being, he might not have truly glimpsed the devil lurking just beneath the surface of my gaze. He provoked me, taunted me, and as I realized that my love could go beyond boundaries, the hunter became the hunted. I broke him and captured him. He claimed he wanted me; well, now he has my full attention. Let's see how he can endure the seduction of a damned soul. ***** Two souls, shaped by their suffering, were meant to cross paths in a complicated dance of shadows and longing. Their connection was a mix of darkness and desire, where the lines between love and redemption would be tested to their limits.
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