My Name is Tryst | Julie Anne Addicott

On the outside, I am perfect.
On the inside, something sinister lurks.

I am sick and I cannot be cured.
I use them, abuse them, then sell them to the highest bidder.

And there’s Glen.
He’s mine. My addiction, my sanity, my destruction.
His touch calms the monster that lurks beneath my skin.
If I continue on this path, I could lose him, and I refuse to let that happen.

In my world, some people find hope.
Some find hell.
And some… find me.

The sick, twisted part of me that is perpetually obsessed with Tryst Browne is secretly ecstatic, knowing I’ll be the one to clean his wounds. Another part of me, a part I keep buried in the darkest, deepest recesses of my heart and soul, dies a little every time I see what his’s father

is capable of.

My Name is Tryst

JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT

“My lover,” he whispers before he sucks on my neck to mark me.

“All mine.”

I don’t move. I can’t move. I let him touch me, let him turn my head and devour my mouth with decadent, dirty kisses while he keeps one hand planted firmly around my throat.

“Say it,” he says in a low growl.

“I’m yours… always.”

I fucking love you.

My Name is Tryst

JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT

“I fucking know you, Tryst! You’d burn this motherfucking house to the ground to annihilate the obsession you have with her.”

My Name is Tryst

JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT

I am a sick, perverted monster, hellbent on torturing the only person I will ever truly love. Logic tells me I will continue to ruin Glen until there’s nothing left but the shell of a boy who, while I wasn’t looking, broke into my ribcage and tore my heart from

my chest.

My Name is Tryst

JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT

There is so much fucking beauty

in brutality.

And sometimes, when my grip is a little too tight, and my cuts run a little too deep… and the light slowly fades from his emerald green eyes that always find my own, I find there is beauty in love as well.

My Name is Tryst

JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT

It’s a fucked up game we play. He makes all the rules, and I do whatever the hell he tells me to do. If I want him in my life—and damn, I want him—I have no choice but to abide by those rules.

My Name is Tryst

JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT