I Love My President Though He Is Psycho 소설 & 이야기

Actually, this wouldn’t have happened if they removed these damn needles from my body before celebrating. The truth is, the inducers just weakened me. I didn’t fall asleep. I had to teach them a lesson for their negligence. I’m sure Daddy’s gonna be so proud of me. Tch. This stings. Daddy might be mad. He said I shouldn’t kill anyone. I got a little—maybe not little—too excited and started a killing spree. Uhnn. Shit. Shut the fuck up, all of you, and remove these damn needles from my body.

"Just there? Come on, are they huge with large arms and tattoos all over? All the biker books I've read so far didn't fail to mention these qualities." "Willlaa..." I let out a tired groan. "Alright, yes they do. Not all of them are huge though... It's only the president and..." "You've met the president!" She gasped, her mouth and eyes wide open. "He must be so hot and one sexy hunk of a man. Do you know how many times I've fallen in love with the president in each biker book?" "Willa, fiction isn't reality...and morever, Frost Vipers president looks like a real jerk." At this point everything I would do to make myself hate Havoc, I would gladly do that.

I don’t even know what the hell is going on. President Jay call a few days back ended with the alpha team killing people and now my own President hovering over him like the man was glass, like he’d shatter if the wind blew too hard. It was… irritating, watching Alex treat another man like some fragile egg when I knew for a fact he wasn’t fragile at all. The President Jay I know was the scariest being after my president that I know…. He shouldn’t have to bend for anyone, and yet here we are. And then there was this mess.

Ridiculous. “You admitted being the culprit. I’m sure you understand what is going to happen next,” President Schwoz continues. The edge of my lips twitches. “I should be gifted at this point, I have literally saved this nation from shame, or may I say the entire European nations?” Of course, the next words that fly around are me being insane, losing my mind, and being sick. I can hear the words fly out of their mouth as they are whispering to each other. The kind of whisper they make so loud that the one being talked about can hear it. This is going to end, and one by one, they will all come to me to ask for my favor.

The mention of such frightening statement elicited a wave of confused mutterings. "However, it was quite ridiculous to believe. The president is merely spewing nonsense with his desperation to destroy the Petrov family" "There is no poison ivy. President Borodin simply fabricated the whole story to terrorize the people. He is becoming scared of the monster he created" Even members of the media are questioning the president's mental health and assertions. "Despite its absurdity, what can you say about President Borodin's allegation concerning poison ivy, Sir Samuel?" Someone from the crowd asked which made him turn to its direction.

he says going silent, for a couple seconds. "Now, let's start with your president, he had to go, we're not even sorry for that, he's one low key human who was planning on another great war, to steal all your money and make an island for the rich as their resort, of course some of the low clase would stay alive, every royalties need their servents, we tried to talk to him, but he went down the violent street and had to be put down," William says talking about the president as if he's some kind of feral animal.

The president said with an excited clap of his hands. Jun came to sit beside her on the sofa where they had been both seated. He added a generous amount of liquor to her tea mug then took care of his. He then leaned back and took his phone out. "What are you doing?" the president asked him with his ever-present smile "I'm calling the psychiatrist's ward for you," Jun answered making the president burst out into laughter. "Oh come one you two, you're being too dramatic for two persons who hate drama. It's just a boot, and the apartment I rented for you is wide enough that you don't even need to meet each other if you don't want to..."

he answered back. “ Redeem himself?” The president rolled up the sleeve of his suit and looked at his watch before standing up. He finished the meal, but I wasn’t finished yet. I waited for his answers but none came. “ President?” I asked in a stern voice, gone is the father that I used to love. It’s the president. Just president. “He caused the death of that late senator, Amara. You don’t know him that much,” he mentioned and I stilled. What the fuck do I need to know about Major Sullivan? He’s perfect and I love him. Nothing about him will tell me otherwise.

I watched as Roman's face paled as I replied. Defeated, he turned and left me. I felt no remorse looking at his receding defeated silhouette. Stepping into the house, I froze on my spot when my eyes met with the president. "Come here," his soothing voice waltzed into my ears. I couldn't understand why I started to walk towards him as if I was being hypnotized. I sat on the loveseat across from him. "He's not worth it," he said. "Thank you, Mr. President," I said and smiled at him.

But when you get closer and cover the snow on his body, you can feel his warm body and beating heart when you put your hand into his thick, insulated fuzz. I thought of the smile on Antoninus's cold face, and I was lost again. Next to the little doctor burst into laughter: "It seems that Mr. President's status in your heart is really different." "No, no." I blushed and denied it. Antoninus is the president. I have a soft spot for him at best. The little doctor could not understand my idea at all: "Like is like, what does it have to do with identity?" Can't you like him just because he's the president..."