Oh She's Sweet But A Psycho Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe the old me would have apologized. But this new me? This new me wanted to know exactly how angry he was. I leaned forward slightly, my voice dipping just enough to pull him closer. "I guess I really am a psycho." And the way his eyes darkened? The way something unreadable flickered across his face? Yeah. I was definitely a psycho.

Wow. “Don’t tell me that you are shocked that I asked you to play?” I couldn’t even lie. “I know you have this crazy image of me in your head but that’s not who I am, Danielle. I am a really sweet guy if you get to know me.” I scoffed because I refuse to believe that he is a sweet guy. Sweet doesn’t really describe him at all. more like passionate. Definitely a passionate guy. “Don’t ever say that again, Andres. It doesn’t suit you at all. Sweet? You? Sweet guy? Dream on.”

She will try pleading for her life as long as she's still breathing. "Maybe it's better to go to hell and bring you with me? You will become my angel to guide my way. What do you think, sweetheart?" He added in a soft voice, running his gaze all over her body. "You know what? Just looking at your face and body gave me a hard on," he said lustfully. Shiit! Briana's hopes sank. Oh, God! All this time, the psycho has been planning to molest her and kill her afterward!

"You enjoyed him take you that night. You sucked his cock and you asked him to fuck you hard. I want that to be me now." "It can never happen. How do you plan on taking me out of here." "It's easy. I have a knife with me. I just need to convince them that I will slit your throat and we will be out of here." "God, you're a psycho. Looking at you, you seem pretty normal but no one would think you are crazy." "I am not a psycho!" He yelled. "I am someone who is deeply in love with you."

The compliment came off as an insult, and the need to defend myself swelled inside me. “You don’t even know me,” I murmured. “I can say the same for you,” he retorted. After another bite of my salad, I was encouraged to speak. I held his gaze. “You are a psycho, one. You’re also an asshole.” “Psycho and asshole,” he murmured. “What’s the difference?”

"Update us again. I prefer info about Rad Keller next time, Duncan." "Yeah… The psycho is on the loose. Careful, you guys!"

She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it. No, no You'll play alo-o-ong Let her lead you o-o-on You'll be saying "No, no" Then saying "Yes, yes, yes" 'Cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she's screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though

Have a nice day son. Shit! The greeting at the end made the text even more threatening. This guy really gave me psycho vibes.

I mean, compared to when you first started out—was it five years ago? ‘Yes. It was. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget that first feeling. Turned it into a song too….’ I am a psycho — my eyes read the screen, sifting out odd arrangements of words and letters —. Want to be one but I can’t… To love you but I can’t… Kiss your heart but I can’t… You want a psycho but I ain’t one… Ripped you apart, you want… Out of this world, you want…