Merry Psycho Novel Novels & Stories

Copyright ©️ 2021 by Mylovelyreaders All rights reserved. ⚠️DARK ROMANCE⚠️ Hey guys, thanks for giving so much love and support for my book Psycho Mafia season 1. So my lovelies, I welcome you all to the second season of Psycho Mafia 2. Just like the first season, this book is full of drama, action, romance and thriller. This story is entirely my imagination and the characters are fictious. Any resemblance from the resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental.

MY BULLY IS PSYCHO Chapter Thirty Two ACE * * The moment I heard the door shut closed, I entered into my the bathroom for the shower I had initially planned for. My insides were in a mess, spiraling out of control , I feel as though I would break apart , so many emotions overwhelmed me, but the predominant of them all was Misery. And the voice in my head just wouldn't stop, it kept replaying all over again making my insides churn with grief.

While checking out some baby clothes for my baby, I felt a jolting pain on my head as Merry pulled my head down so I would look at her. “Everything you have — your man, your life — it will all be mine. It's all because of your bitch of a mother who stole my dad. So now it’s only fair you pay for it." She sneered as she continued to pull a fistful of my hair. In that moment, I didn’t recognize her. The way she looked and spoke to me was so different from the Merry I know. She’s soft spoken and always gentle with her words. But the Merry I am looking at right now has that twisted, scary look of a serial killer that I don’t even recognize her. Is this really Merry? Suddenly, I became afraid of

My mind races, connecting the dots at lightning speed. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Mindy Williams, my gorgeous chief accountant is Maurice's ex-girlfriend. And the nudes she sent me by mistake were meant for Maurice. “Just curious,” I tell Maurice, shooting him a glance. But my mind has already wandered off, thinking about that video with Mindy fingerfucking herself, grinding her hips, and shaking from her orgasm. My dick is rock-hard in my pants in an instant. Fuck, what are the chances? Jesus, I need another shot of vodka.

She waved her hand at me and walk towards the front seat. I saw our professor walking towards our room with Drake following him. He looked so serious. I know something is bothering him. “Hey, you okay?” I asked him. He just look at me and nodded. I wanted to ask him what's bothering him but we’re not that close so maybe i should not. Mr. Navares continued talking in front but I’m not listening. I continue staring at Drake. He has beautiful brown eyes. His lashes are dark and long too. His lips are even brighter than mine. His nose is pointed, making it look so perfect. In other words, he’s just so perfect. He’s nice and a gentleman too. I wonder what flaws he has.

BIOGRAPHY Mercedes M. Yardley is a dark fantasist who wears stilettos, red lipstick, and poisonous flowers in her hair. She is the author of the short story collection Beautiful Sorrows, the novellas Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love and Little Dead Red, and the novels Nameless: The Darkness Comes and Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy. She often speaks at conferences and teaches workshops on several subjects, including personal branding and how to write a novel in stolen moments. Mercedes lives and works in Sin City with her family and menagerie of Strange and Unusual Pets. You can reach her at www.abrokenlaptop.com.

(JOYCE'S POV) "Someone has been misbehaving lately." The text reads... I smiled lightly, staring at the name of the sender. It was my naughty F******k lover, Finn. "What did I do this time?" I replied. "Of course I know you won't admit it just like that, until my hands are spanking those butt cheeks of yours disrespectfully."

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

“It would be very hard to be a spy with people around who could read my mind. It was too easy too.” He laughed again. I shook my head. “I don’t believe that. I–” “You have no authority, Hedy. Be quiet,” Candido said and looked at Psyche. “I trust you.” I couldn't believe it. I stared at him as she walked forward, and Candido said nothing more. It seemed like Estella had corrupted him more than I first thought. Psyche stepped forward. She placed her hand on his head, and suddenly, he went absolutely still. His eyes started to roll back his body jerked and shuddered. I had never seen anyone read someone's mind. It looked painful for him. Was that normal?

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