Romans & histoires Psycho Lover By Malisha Rana

He warned and left me. He raped me! I never thought that he could do this to me. My head, body and heart screamed. My entire body was trembling and shaking, slowly darkness consumed me. ***************************************** Precap - "Daksh loves you so much, so don't try to cheat on him otherwise you won't like the consequences" He said dangerously and bit my earlobe. How is it? Poor Divya, how can Daksh do this to her? Is Akash-Dharani upbringing failed?

" Okay, let mee take a shower first. " I had a quick shower and put on my vanilla body cream. I dried my hair and decided to put on some light make up. I put a bit concealer under my eyes and some mascara on. I tried to do eyeliner and my brows as well. I took a look at the mirror and Liam's images filled my thoughts. I looked at my lips and the small scare at the end of it. Without noticing, my hand was already touching my lips while remembering the taste of Liam's lips on mine. Are you drunk? Stop being stupid. He is already yours, you know that. I told you. I can't stop the voices. I think I'm under some kind of a curse because there is no other explanation. " Cerccc, wtf....., you said f

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

A loud creak from the bed woke her from that carnal trance. “Oliver, don’t!” She whined, eyes widening as she watched the man shift before her. Ears becoming pointy, fur appearing in certain parts, her lover had now turned into something resembling of a beast. She tried calling out to him again, but it seems it was already too late. The man’s sudden thrusting inside of her brought a mix of piercing pain and pulsing delight that sent her mind into a state of euphoria. It was that sensation that pushed Selene back into the reality, huffing and puffing for air the minute she returned to her senses.

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”

We were completely alone. “Relax, Moissanite,” he whispered, leaning just slightly closer, voice low and rough, only for my ears. “You look like you’re in so much pain, but I know you love it. Love feeling marked. Love knowing I’m the only one who can make you feel this broken and this perfect all at once. Look at you… can’t even sit properly. Every time you move, I know exactly what you’re remembering. How I stretched you open. How I filled you until you couldn’t take anymore. How you felt me deep inside you, every inch of me.”

[Alessia's POV] I was trapped between the wall and Vito's body, forced to listen to this belated, overwhelming confession of his. My face didn't show a flicker of emotion, only a deeper, sharper sneer. When he finally finished, he breathed hard and looked at me with a kind of desperate hope. I slowly lifted my eyes, stabbing him with my ice-cold gaze. "Vito, your apology and this so-called love of yours… All they do is make me feel utterly disgusted. Don't ever show your face in front of me again."

"Getting slapped would hurt less than accepting that check. I was tempted to tear it up several times because I knew that if I accepted the money, I would be admitting that I was the mistress." Everyone was stunned by my words. Dad's lips trembled as he murmured, "Luna…" I inhaled deeply before continuing, "But in the end, I still accepted the check. I couldn't deny that I had no status, and I hadn't openly loved you. So, I might as well admit that I was the mistress, take the money, and remove myself from the picture. That way, everyone could have some peace of mind." "No!" Tristan shouted as he dashed over to me and grabbed my hands. "Don't say that! You're the only person I love! I was on

I believe it's the right thing to do- for myself and for those who were affected by my childish behavior. In front of my luggage, I sighed. I composed myself, held my chin up, and thought, "Woman, this is best for everyone. Go on, try to find a new environment, take some time for yourself to realize and understand YOU. You are so young to dictate and make someone love you. Love can't be forced. Soon enough, someone out there will love you and treat you the same way you wanted to be treated. You have a long and beautiful future. Stay strong, embrace maturity, and move on beautifully, BITCH!"

Touched her chest area to her amazement the blade wound on her chest and all over her body were already, perfectly healed then she rolled her eyes to the girl crouching while dusting the sands on her body. The little girl watched Sniffia expressionlessly and without moving from her position. Sniffia sighed, her lips opened to the familiar girl as words came out. “How… I’m I still… alive… again?” ***** Happy Birthday to me***** And today marks the first Anniversary of the Novel, Soul Lovers***** I'm truly loving the journey so far, do you?