Psycho Lover By Malisha Rana Novels & Stories

Erina said with her shaky voice and soaking Fatima Khala's shoulder with her tears. Fatima Khala replied consoling her," Calm down, beti. Everything will be fine." " Nothing will be fine, Khala. He isn't a normal person. He is mentally sick," Erina said with her trembling voice and broke the hug. Then, Erina said trying to control her emotions," He again raped me last night. Do you know how it feels when someone forcefully had physical relationship? It feels horrible."

Her neck had a love bite that was big and dark and it was a big spot. A frown popped up on her forehead and she narrowed her eyes, grabbing her powder from her bag and began to apply the power on her neck. Slowly covering the hickey on her neck, she pulled her hair to cover the spot on her neck. The silence in the room was so awkward she didn’t know what to say, “I will go get you coffee”. Lora said and walked out of the office.

I yelled in my head and glanced back at them with a furrowed brow. Magda hits the table to pull them from their thoughts as if my wish had just been granted as she speaks. "Hey girls." She called their attention and they looked at her. "Remember, we are still just lookers and admirers, so no falling in love." She reminded them. "Yeah, we are fans," Elle said softly as she looked down at her lunch. "And haters," Dahlia added and poked her meat. "Yes, we are," Magda said. I smile when they were no longer staring at Jeffery, satisfied I turn my head to continue staring at the handsome in my front.

I was talking but she continued to speak. “And where did you get that stripper? From a club? Oh, how much did you pay? A thousand dollars?” “It wasn’t sexual intercourse; it was a full misunderstanding.” I don’t know if she cared about my reasoning, but I certainly know she’s not listening. Girls attitude. Better deal with this I’m a psychologist so just breathe. “Congrats babe, you’ve got your success.” The last thing I heard before she cut off. Curious, I checked my account and saw the life that happened earlier before I turned off my phone to get upstairs.

I can see up close the size and its root. “Staring is rude. Lick it.” My eyes widened when I heard that voice. I’m sure it wasn’t Theron who spoke. I glanced back. Damn it! Si Thander! It slammed into the door. I stood up quickly. “T-thander!” Condensed milk is embarrassing! He even saw Theron and me! Luckily I haven’t done that yet! What is that? I think that starts with B! “Don’t mind me, continue.” Serious of its promise.

you ask yourself she peeks from behind the wall and sees two big men wearing black holding a man in their arms. The guy cover in blood and his nose gets broke She sees a guy walk towards him and hold the guy by his shirt "I tell you many times That when someone breaks my trust there is no way back," Nicholes says "Please have mercy on me, Mr. Romano," the man says "You know I have family" "I need to take care of my two small kids Please don't kill me Mr. Ramono" "You have to think about it before you get to mess with me," Nicholes says and takes his gun out from behind his back and shoots the guy in his chest 3 times

This matters. The time ticked to the eleventh minute and I was already accessing my options when the phone vibrated in my hand. My heart jumped before I could stop it as I looked down fast.. B: hey. you okay? A slow smile spread across my lips before I could stop it. He replied. He fucking replied. I crushed the feeling immediately. Focus. This isn’t yours. At least not yet. I tilted my head slightly, my thumbs moving again but faster this time. Me: im gooood 😭 just got backk

It was beyond words. Her toes curled as the tingling sensation traveled there from her center, caused by none other than her Gypsy lover. She thought the pleasure was never going to cease as he continued to move his lips and tongue on the sensitive hood. That liquid fire continued to burn within her body and colorless hot lava flooded to the outer core of her femininity. She moaned louder as he didn’t stop to make her come. Her knees buckled and her body spasmed, making her breathless and perspire to no end.

He did, and I moaned so loudly I’d have been embarrassed if I’d had a single brain cell left to manage it. I revelled in it. That’s the only honest word. Me, who runs every room and every face I’m in, who had never once in a bed let a man take the wheel, was face down and fisted by the hair and getting fucked past the point of thought, and I loved it. I loved every second, because I had chosen it, out loud, as myself, and being taken apart like this by a man who knew exactly whose body he had his hands on felt like the freest I’d been in a year.

As the distance grew smaller, the more anxious and scared I became. I don't have Calvin now to duck behind or people to physically barricade myself from him. I decided to get away from him. I pushed through people who were drunkenly bouncing their bodies and rubbing against each other according to the music and entered the last room on the floor and locked the door behind me. Then I heard some crashing sounds from the adjacent room, and I heard a familiar voice. "Minerva ah fucking god, you feel so good baby, no one ever ah -" "Calvin ah keep going."