Twisted

The best secrets are the most twisted

But then Klaudia's lips curled ino a conniving smile."Actually, Aria, I'm going to fuck your boyfriend. Tonight." Aria started at her. It felt like Klaudia had just punched her in the throat. "Excuse me?" Klaudia scooted closer to Aria. "I'm going to fuck your boyfried," she said again -in textbook-perfect English. "Tonight. And there's nothing you can do about it.

When the game ended, Mike laid down his control paddle. "So you've met the Nordic goddess, right?" Aria glanced up at him warily. "Excuse me?" Mike rolled his eyes. "Duh. Klaudia, which I'm pretty sure is Scandinavian for sex vixen.

That was the thing about guys, though: Sometimes, they had the emotional depth of a flea.

She felt like the loser kid the teacher made everyone play with at recess. -Hanna Marin

I hear Jamaica is beautiful this time of year. Too bad the four of you can’t EVER go back there. Missed you! –A

VERY PRETTY, BUT DEFINITELY NOT LIARS,

Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. —CONFUCIUS

Spencer.” Mrs. Hastings leaned across the restaurant table. “Don’t touch the bread. It’s rude to start eating before everyone is seated.