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Dangerous Psychos Kingston's House 2
I peek up at Kingston, is this guy a freaking prince or what?"Good evening Sir King." The man is posh, with his nose turned up and his arm tucked to his torso like he's in a place of royalty. His jet black hair is slicked back, shiny with product. "Sir King's guest." He nods at me, takes in my cut off jean shorts and black T-shirt before looking away with a wrinkle in his nose.Judgemental much? It's like a complete turn from the judgemental eyes at school. They disliked me for my dresses and collared shirts. And now I'm being judged for wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I can't please everyone."Armin, this is Ariella." Kingston introduces me. "Ariella, this is Armin." I give a wave and he simply nods at me without sparing me another glance. "Can you have Betha make us some sandwiches?" Kingston asks. He tightens his hold on my hand and leads me to the stairs. "Thanks!" He shouts behind him."Thank you!" I call back, not wanting to make my first impression any worse. I glance back to
Dangerous Psychos Kingston's House 3
"Yeah." I murmur as I take in huge green hair. "He's not my favorite topic right now." I shrug. I walk along the walls, looking from one poster to another. "I'm surprised." I laugh, "This wasn't what I expected. I figured you were more of a sexy model guy." Kingston chuckles, "Don't get me wrong, I am. But I can look at a woman's body anytime I want too." He shrugs.I frown, can't get myself to turn around and face him. Of course Kingston can look at a woman's body anytime he wants. Anyone with eyes would jump at the chance to be with him. I'm sure his phone is full of lady’s numbers. There's a knock on the door, pulling me away from my bitter thoughts. Armin comes in with a platter full of finger sandwiches. "Couldn't she have made just regular ones?" Kingston frowns as he sets it on his desk. "I refuse to tell her to remake them. Shall you?" Armin raises a thick eyebrow.Kingston pales and shakes his head, "I don't have a death wish." "Smart boy." Armin replies before leaving.
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The drive to my house is quiet. I glare out the window with my arms crossed, and Kingston doesn't try to talk to me. Which is fine by me. There's so much shit I want to say to him, but I keep my mouth shut. He pulls up to the side of the road when we reach grandma's house. "When the others are back with us, we can clear up exactly what it means when we say you belong to us." Kingston tells me, his hands tight on the wheel. There's no apology for asking a question that is beyond personal. There's no apology for holding me against him even though I fought it. With a huff and a roll of my eyes I leave the car and slam the door shut. I don't care if it's the most expensive car that I've ever seen. I hope I chipped something.He doesn't leave until I'm inside, I can hear the screeching tires through the closed door as he takes off down the road."Stupid jerk," I mutter."Ariella, is that you?" Grandma's voice is firm. I hold in my groan, and walk into the living room. She sits on the so
Dangerous Psychos Feelings
I wipe at my tears, all my woes replaced by suspicion. I grab a notebook and pen and begin to write down all I know about the notes. They are always left at school, in my locker. I haven't found them anywhere else.Everything about this stalker is led by the school. Then whoever is giving them to me must go to school there too. But it still doesn't make sense. Why are they sending me these notes? Because they're fans of my dad? Because they want to scare me? Or is this just all some stupid prank? So someone can get their kicks out of making me paranoid?I tap my pen, which is it? Finding myself going no where, I grab all the notes from the drawer, completely ignoring my dads letter. I lay them out on my bed, side by side and evaluate them. The hand writing is all the same, so I know its all from the same person. I go through everyone who hates me, and list them down as potential suspects. Starting with the same people on my revenge list; Kensey, Lucas, Henry and Melanie. I think
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TRIGGER WARNING! TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***The drive to his house is short, however every once in a while, I feel his gaze on me. It's unnerving. Usually he's spewing hateful words to make me feel like shit."What? If you have something to say, fucking say it." I eventually snap at him. Lucas isn't one to hold back, he isn't afraid to speak his mind. So what the fuck has got him so silent.He chuckles, the sound foreign to my ears, "Relax, shit. I was just gonna say you look like your in a 'fuck it all' mood." I snort."How'd you guess?" I droll out, turning to glare out the window. What I would give to be anywhere but here. I wonder what Ivy is doing? She's probably with the guys. I wonder if the missing item has anything to do with why they're not around."Your shit attitude." Lucas snorts back, bringing me from my thoughts.He pulls up into his driveway and turns off the engine. "Let's just hurry up, I need to get home after this." I slam his car door shut an
Dangerous Psychos Bad Lucas 2
TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***I gasp for air, my hands clawing at his neck. "I'm going to ease off, okay?" He stares at me, his eyes dark. "If you scream again, I'll just knock you out and take you that way." He must see the horror on my face because he smiles. "You wouldn't want that, would you?" I shake my head, a sob escaping me. I don't want him touching me at all, but the thought of him doing that to me, limp and unconscious, sends cold ice through me."Good." His hand slowly releases my neck, as if testing to see if I would scream again. Satisfied with my silence, he lets go fully and trails his hand over my chest. "God damn rats, can't believe you let them defile you." He shakes his head at me like he's disappointed. His nose is on my neck again, his hands trailing over my waist and hips. With shaky breaths, I slowly lift my hand and reach into my back pocket.
Dangerous Psychos Definition
Define 'psychopath'. I frown. The word 'psychopath' is written in red, bold letters. It jumps out at me like a sore thumb, throbbing and painful. I slump back in my seat, knowing it's too much of a coincidence to not be a set up.I capture the attention of my desk mate, Emma. The girl with mousy brown hair cropped to her chin, and thick rimmed glasses peers over to read what my slip says. I sat next to her last semester, and I've never met anyone as nosy as her- that's a lie, though. The entire town of Bethany is nosy. Especially when it comes to me, the daughter of the infamous ‘preaching murderer’.Glaring, I pull it away from her view, nearly crushing it between my fingers. Her gaze raises to look at me, eyes widening into brown saucers before returning to her own slip of paper. "God damn, nosy bitch," I whisper, lips pursing in distaste. She squeaks, shifting further away from me.That's right, move away, I think, ignoring the small pinch in my chest. I wasn't always like this,
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With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths.Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song."It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue."I read that being a psychopath is hereditary," Kensey says while raising her hand. Her wide innocent eyes turn to me, and she smiles. Why the hell is everyone smiling?Maybe because their parent isn't a serial killer? "What are the chances that you're a crazy murderer too?" she asks.The image of walking into my fathers office after hours comes to mind. He was late to dinner, and I was worried he would over work himself along with th
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