All Chapters of she's my psycho : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER ONE THE PSYCHO QUEEN Bang… Bang… Bang… “Are we supposed to protect the boss’s daughter, or protect them from her?” one man sighed in frustration. “She may end up spilling a lot of blood.” Another voice chipped in, trembling. “Is she even human?” Bang. I stood in between the pillars, waiting for my opps to slip, a sadistic smile plastered on my face. “Too slow, old man.” Bang. Bang. Gunshots rang through the building. Her mocking laughter echoed in the warehouse, mixing with the sound of gunfire and sending an eerie chill through the hitmen. “She’s too fast,” a man from the Raydim gang said, fear etched on his face. “How can that little bitch be this strong? Like she’s possessed by the devil himself.” He turned back, ready to shoot, but was buckled to the ground in an instant. “Hahaha, amazing,” I heard that all-too-familiar voice. “Really? Is that how amazing you think I am? I never knew you thought this highly of me.” Hahaha. (I was lost in my

CHAPTER THREE THE SCENT OF ALMOND A nurse walked into her ward carrying a tray of injections and medication. “Mr. Chairman, the young miss would need to take her injections and drugs, then rest,” she said, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead. “Okay, my little gem. You heard what the nurse said. I may not be able to visit again. Remember to behave, okay?” He kissed her forehead and pinched her cheeks. “I love my little gemstone.” “I love you more, Daddy,” she replied with a sweet smile. As the chairman walked out of the hospital room, the room fell into a deep silence. Amelia was no longer smiling like the sweet little girl from moments ago. “Hey, darling, could you sit up straight so you can take your drugs?” the nurse asked gently. She sat upright, not giving the nurse any attention. “Here’s your medication, dear.” Amelia looked at the nurse for the first time since she entered. “Do I scare you?” The nurse froze on the spot, her voice turning shaky. “No, dear

The morning classes were winding down, but the energy in the school was anything but calm. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating rows of polished desks and the occasional sneaker peeking out beneath a chair.Some students scribbled notes feverishly, pretending that today’s lesson mattered more than life itself. Others rested their heads lazily on their arms, earbuds tucked into their ears as they scrolled endlessly on their phones. A few more typed away on tablets or phones, posting memes or refreshing the school blog, which had been buzzing nonstop with speculation about the mysterious last transfer student.Rumors had taken over the corridors like wildfire. Some students whispered that she was a genius; others claimed she was from one of the most powerful families in the city. A few even said she had a reputation that made grown adults nervous. Nobody seemed to know exactly what to expect, but everyone knew one thing: the arrival of this girl was going to shake th

I brought my bike to a halt in front of an abandoned building, my nose crinkling as my brows furrowed. I walked toward the building, and the guards who had been lazing around stood abruptly from their positions, greeting me. I replied with a nod before stepping inside, only to be met with the sight of men training. One of the hitmen approached me and led me toward the torture room. "Thank you, young miss, for coming here," he said. He was met with silence. "We called you over because the suspect may be of your interest." "Hmm," I replied. We arrived in front of an iron door. "Please, after you, young miss." I stepped inside. I put on my gloves slowly. "You have the next one minute to start talking, or forget about leaving here with your complete body parts," I said in a neutral voice. "Speak. The young miss doesn't have the patience," one of the men warned. "One minute remaining." "Time's up." I picked up a pair of pliers. "For someone who hates pain, I wo