Lirik Psycho Post Malone

My younger sister and I were born twins, yet from the very beginning, our parents had zero fondness for me. My sister was the family's good-luck charm, while I was hailed as the harbinger of misfortune. I was blamed for every calamity, while she got all the credit for every blessing. Even after my death, I heard them say, "If we had abandoned her at birth, or even ended her life then, none of this would have happened." I had once tried desperately to win their approval, only to be met with cold indifference. When I finally secured a coveted civil service post, they celebrated me for the first time in my life. I naively believed that I had been acknowledged at last. But then, they said, "Give your job to your sister. She needs it more." At that moment, something inside me completely died. I tried so hard to cling to the hard-won proof that I was not the family's misfortune, yet even that slipped through my grasp. In the end, I lost everything, even the life they had never once cherished.

Belle Martinez. 20 years old. Beautiful and smart. But not smart enough to choose a man that really love her. At the age of 20 she already have a child but no husband. Tinakwil na sya ng pamilya nya. Isang araw habang naghahanap ng trabaho online. Napunta sya sa isang website offering a set up marriage. Hindi na sya nagdalawang isip na mag apply. Wala na syang ibang choice kundi ito. William Santiago. An undeniable hansome. A multi billionaire. Wala sa isip ni William ang magpakasal pero kailangan nya upang makuha ang mana say mga magulang. Kaya napunta sya sa isang website at nag post ng job offer. While looking for the resume of applicants. She saw the resume of her ex-crush. And offer it the job. Tanging tandahan lang ang makakaalam ng magiging kapalaran ng dalawa. At sa kapalaran na iyon ay ninanais ni William na si Belle Martinez Ang kanyang tadhana.

Just because I post one picture with my younger brother, Lucas Gambino, his girlfriend Betty Gotti decides I'm the other woman. She rolls up to my place with her crew, live‑streaming the whole thing while they tear it apart. "Look at this puttana trying to steal my man!" Betty shouts to the camera. "She's got the face to flirt, but not the spine to admit it! Give me ideas, chat—I'll teach her some respect." Those psychos destroyed everything. My jewelry, my designer clothes, my bags… they didn't spare a thing. Not even the ring my parents left me. Then, with the viewers egging her on, Betty crossed the line. She had her girls strip me bare on stream. Her chat was going wild, donations pouring in—until my brother saw it. When Lucas kicked in the door to pull me out, I looked at him through eyes that burned. "Dump the girlfriend," I told him. "Or you can forget about ever being the Don."

On New Year's Eve, Facebook blew up. The reason was that Bennett Miles, the golden boy of Crestmoor’s elite, posted an update. In the photo, a shy young woman hid her face as she leaned against his shoulder while he grinned. His eyes were full of affection and mischief. His caption read, "What do I do? Looks like I'm officially taken." Friends in his circle flooded the comment section with congratulations. The real frenzy began when Bennett announced that the first 10,000 followers to like, share, and comment on the post would each receive a gold bar. The internet went wild with envy and curiosity. Everyone scrambled to find out more about the woman in the picture. Then, someone claiming to have inside information started a livestream. "Stop guessing. Her name is Kara Sierra. You know Sierra Hall at Crestmoor College? That building was named after her! "Two years ago, she had kidney failure. Bennett personally donated one of his own kidneys to save her!"

For five years, I was married to the heir of the Romano family, Italy's biggest crime family. Every night, he'd hold me and whisper, "Just give me an heir, and I'll give him the entire Romano empire." But I never got pregnant, and the Don's disappointment in me grew with every passing month. Until I found out my husband had been secretly swapping my folic acid for birth control pills. I was still reeling from the fury when I saw a post from his ex-girlfriend: an ultrasound photo. Her caption was sweet and smug: “Ten weeks along. Vincent said he can’t wait to meet the baby.” Seeing the flood of congratulations, my mind was made up. I found the contact info for my ex-boyfriend—the one who’d spent the last five years trying to get me back. I sent him a single text. 【Give me one month. Then I’m coming with you.】

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”

Everyone knows that love is blind, but these three have taken the blindness to a new level. Ella had a rough life, she was abused, neglected and just went through the typical hell you would imagine, but she wasn't about to forget all the abuse, or let it go, instead, Ella had called an assassin to have her revenge. Devil is a paid assassin, bitch, drug dealer, gun dealer, anything you could imagine, as her name suggests, she's the devil, and she's not shy to say it, or show it. When the innocent girl asked her to commit murder for her, she was happy to take the job, even if the girl couldn't pay her, she'll take the girl as payment. Nicholas is a mafia boss, he's the leader of the local mafia, he deals in everything, and does everything you might imagine a mafia boss doing, that until he met two girls at the same time, a pyscho, and a little princess, and it was his lucky day when he knew they were in a relationship and agreed to allow him in with them. A princess, a psycho, and a Mafia king, what do they all have in common but love. Enjoy! Apologies for any misspellings and grammar mistakes.

"You can't just keep doing this!" Althea screamed covering her body with the hem of the loose blanket, "You don't own me! You are evil! A psycho! A kidnapper and a beast!!!". A sly smirk appeared on Xavier's lips, he looked down at her as she folded herself by the corner of the bed which is between the bed and the wall. Shamelessly moving his moist fingers into his mouth, he muttered. " I accept the fact that I am wrong for kidnapping you" He removed his fingers from his mouth "But you see this" he pointed down to his groin, "This has better work for your throat that involves pain". Althea Roberto was a very attractive young woman who nobody could resist right from the moment she was born, she had met various men who wanted nothing but her body including her boyfriend and that was why she left him. One day on coming from a job interview she is kidnapped by some men who seemed to know her family matters so well and then she is taken to their master as a sex pet. Surprisingly for Althea, the so-called master was revealed to be her ex-boyfriend. A story of love, drama, passion and betrayal.

I was nine months pregnant when the Wolf Council sent a resource report to the Luna’s quarters. It listed my mate’s monthly distributions. For two years straight, my husband—the pack’s Alpha—had been secretly providing the same female wolf with territory access, protection, and supplies. Without missing a single month. The first record dated back to two years ago. The same month I lost my first pup. A notification appeared—A contact request. The note read: “A woman kept by an Alpha.” I was strangely calm, one hand rested on my swollen belly as I accepted. She messaged immediately. “You saw the report, didn’t you?” I didn’t reply, I opened her feed instead. The earliest post was dated April 21st, two years ago. A female wolf leaned against an Alpha’s chest. His face was cropped out—but the mark on his shoulder was clear. I recognized it instantly. My mate’s Alpha mark. The caption read: “Thank you for choosing me on my coming-of-age night.” April 21st. That was the night I lay bleeding in the healing room, losing my unborn pup. He had told me he was away on pack business. I kept scrolling. She trained freely in Alpha-only areas. Used resources reserved for the Luna. Was guarded as if she already belonged at his side. Every post carried the same message: He chose her. Pinned at the top was a medical report—She was pregnant—With the Alpha’s pup. I put the device down and returned to our bedroom. Then I received it—Photos. Videos. She sent them to me on purpose— to flaunt that the love I had once been so proud of had already rotted beyond repair. I sat down slowly, my pup shifting inside me, pain spreading through my chest. Only then did I understand—He had betrayed me completely. This kind of love—I don’t want it. This pack—I won’t stay in it. When my pup is born, I will leave—And I will take his heir with me. Let the Alpha search every territory, scour every border, tear the pack apart in regret— he will never find us.

On the same day I was admitted into the hospital for my pregnancy, my husband, Charles Page, received 108 missed calls on his phone. It was from Sue, his mentee, a girl who had cancer. I asked if he was going to pick up, and he replied impatiently, "All she does is call me all day! Doesn't she have any other family? She's so annoying." Later, that very girl posted a photo of herself on the hospital rooftop, wearing a white dress. The caption said: [If I jump down from here, will I become a butterfly in my next life? Maybe then, everyone won't hate me.] Charles only glanced at the post before chuckling mockingly. "What does she mean, turn into a butterfly? Is she delusional?" But after that, he grew visibly restless, before rushing out and not returning all night. That night, I hemorrhaged and was taken into emergency care. When the nurse asked if I wanted to keep the baby, I looked at the empty space beside me and answered calmly. "No, I don't."