I Love My President Though He Is Psycho Novels & Stories

Hearing Samantha's soft and gentle voice, Nicklaus laughed humorlessly, "The president is also a human being. It's one thing to put on an act in front of outsiders,but is there a need for me to hide my feelings in front of the woman I like and care about?" ..... .... ..... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

After she signed the contract she gave it to Emma . " Welcome to the company ! " said Emma extending her hand to Claire . " Thank you Emma ! " said Claire with a smile . " Now..........You were asking me about the president . What do you mean by ' is he was good ' ? " said Emma . " Oh , that ! You know........I was a bit worried . In dramas the presidents are always handsome and cool but.......everything that's on the tv is the complete opposite in real life . That's how it is . Since the president is a gentleman and kind-hearted person with a cold and arrogant attitude , the president in real life must be the complete opposite , an ugly old man with a fake smile , a cold heart and a pervert

He said as he held both of his hands up, protesting his innocence. I smiled at him as my blush grew. Then I cleared my throat. "No, it's fine. I'm sorry you had to do that. I must have looked like a hot mess. Ugh, how embarrassing." "No, it's fine really. Years of being president, I have seen some hot messes, and you could never look a mess to me," he replied softly as he stood up and walked towards the door. "You leaving already?" I asked and it sounded more disappointed than I had intended.

There was a carving on it, a dragon that stared right into my soul waiting to eat me. Fantastic. If that door falls down, whoever standing beneath would surely have his skull crushed. Anyway, it’s not the time to get funny with myself. ‘Aren’t I nervous?’ Not anymore. He’s the president of the country; he’s the father and I, the child. That what he promise during the campaign. @DEATH WISH PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

“I don’t want this woman here. I don’t trust her.” I sighed deeply. “Don’t worry. If I kill you, your family won’t let me off the hook. You don’t have to be alive to make sure it happens…” I realized I might have said a little too much because of the way my colleagues’ mouths were hanging open. I scratched my head awkwardly. I had almost forgotten that the man lying on the bed was our president now. I needed to respect him a little more. “Um… I just… those were just a few words of encouragement. I must have sounded worse than I meant to,” I said in embarrassment.

“Sir?” “It’s not black and white,” the President said. “Politics is gray—messy. Say I arrest him now, after all these years. What do you think the people say? ‘President locks up his biggest rival to clear the path’? I see the headlines already—‘Desperate Power Grab.’ Definite shit show, don’t you think?”

Sophia scooped the kitten up and dragged Candice toward the kitchen to follow Jim and the others. Charlie and Kyle stepped out one after the other. Charlie didn't offer any hospitality; he headed straight toward his bedroom. Kyle didn't stand on ceremony either; he walked naturally into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Terry, following behind him, felt his President was being a bit embarrassing. He leaned down and whispered, "President, maybe we should just go back." In his eyes, all of the President’s abnormal behavior—whether it was the madness or this shameless persistence—stemmed from the fact that he simply couldn't accept that his wife had fallen into someone else’s arms. He w

Except part of me couldn’t help wondering… was it because. Oh god. Was it because he sensed? Did he know? Like, did I set off some kind of internal homophobic radar? Because yeah, I’m gay, and yeah, okay, I might’ve crushed a little just a little on the fact that the President looks like he stepped out of a Greek mythology calendar. I mean, sue me. The man’s a walking god. Tall. Chiselled jawline. That barely-there stubble. And the power he carries when he walks into a room? Yeah, okay, he’s got the aura of a god of war and a supermodel rolled into one.

I ended with a sugary fake smile. "It's Dixie. Bitch" "I get it Dicky. Anything else?" "The fact that you carry a bastard in you does not make you his ol' lady. Only a member can be the president's lady" she hissed, stepping closer and closer with each word, her eyes glaring daggers at me. Thankfully I'm immune to that. "And I wouldn't mind beating the bastard out of your body. I will be doing everyone a favor" That's the thing about stupid people, they are not even smart enough to pretend to not be stupid.