Psycho Lover By Malisha Rana นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he collected a glass of champagne from the waitress that passed us by “I loved a girl once, genuinely” “I don't love Lorenzo, don't get ahead of yourself” I fixed my gaze on Lorenzo and Cheyenne who were now slow dancing with each other “Yes, but you feel something deep and special for him” Haze moved closer to me. “Even though you're too stubborn to admit it” he chuckled. “I'll continue with my story… I loved a girl once, I found myself doing things for her I never thought u would ever do for anyone… you won't believe, I began learning how to cook because upon my stalking, I figured out she liked guys who can cook”

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?

I didn’t even hear her come in the room. “Hey girl! Sleep well?” I ask with a sheepish grin on my face. “Yeah I did. Thanks. I’m getting tired of going to bed with my man only to wake up alone. If I didn’t know Malachi like I do that shit would make me feel cheap” she says as she starts tapping away on her phone. I watch her closely, waiting for her to find anything’s upsetting. There shouldn’t be anything upsetting since I deleted that foul shit as soon as I took her phone. I guess she got another message cause I hear a gasp before she collapses, sobbing uncontrollably. I wrap my arms around her trying to comfort her as the video of a unconscious Link being sexually assaulted plays on a loo

I used to call him my nemesis, but everything changed for the better. "Ooo, You mean the hot guy, Tyler?" She smirked, walking over to her side of the room. I nodded, silently agreeing with her words 'hot guy'. Lisa was a really pretty Asian girl, with long black hair and dark brown eyes. She was funny and incredibly nice.

Marshall clearly liked sex and had a lot of it. That thought struck a chord. It wasn't really my business what all he had done. He wasn't my boyfriend. He was my fucking stalker. I didn't even care about all of that. I had nothing going on. There were no secrets, just pain. He could follow me anywhere, listen and see anything. But the thought of him fucking someone else sent my mind into a spiral. It felt just like it had been when I thought he had a girlfriend or wife. My chest aches like someone plunged a knife right into my soul.

I hate how he made me believe I had a shot— just to rip it all away. But no matter what, I still want that company. I want control. I want back what was taken from me. And I’m willing to wait. Wait for him to die, if I have to. Then Noir Elixir will be mine again. Fully. No more games. No more begging for chances. No one will stop me. But right now, there’s only one person who can speed things up. Lovina. Yesterday, she called me. Just like that. Out of the blue. Her voice came through the phone like a spark. She said she wanted to give me another chance. I thought she was joking. Playing one of her mind games. But she sounded serious.

She picked up a red-hot iron rod from a nearby brazier without any hesitation and drove it straight through Liam's right shoulder with a sickening sizzle. The stench of burning flesh instantly filled the room. "Ah!" Liam let out a scream like a slaughtered pig and rolled across the floor in agony. Amelia's eyes were filled with violence. "Love me? You did it all for money!" The pain drove Liam out of his mind. Without caring about the consequences, he spread his legs and made a vulgar gesture. "Amelia, can you love me again? You used to like me like this... Give me another chance..." The disgust was so intense that Amelia felt sick.

Chapter 11. Ice Breaker Doctor Sanders and I talked until it was time for her to go home, around early morning. She told me interesting facts about Blaze's condition. The identities had different names, personalities, and even self-image. When one was present, for lack of better terms, the other was sleeping. Because of the psychotherapy, Blaze and Uno knew about each other's existence, though they didn't necessarily agree about the other's decision making.

She intensified her performance towards the end with intense shimmies and undulations, however she realised something was amiss. The audiences kept cheering and clapping but suddenly to her horror she felt the buttons of her blouse begin to come off one by one, the panic showed on her face, Sonia realised what was happening and smiled slyly while Kerr looked at her with eyes full of lust, how he wanted to hold this beauty and make her his. Mahira tried to dance with restricted movements but it was too late . My Lovlies, Strange are the ways of Love when you want to be the tormentor and take pleasure from inflicting pain on your lover, but feel pained when others take pleasure in the same pai

Sloppy, wet sounds filled the room as her tongue danced over me like she was savoring something sweet. She moaned around me, eyes fluttering closed as her hands gripped my thighs. She promised to be quiet but Malia was never quiet. She was loud in all the best ways. The sounds of her mouth, the gentle slap of her hand against my hip, the soft giggle she let out when I twitched against her tongue She made loving someone feel like chaos and heaven all at once. “Fuck,” I groaned, trying to stay upright, grabbing the sheets of the dresser for support. “You’re insane.”