Novel & Cerita Psycho Lover Novel By Malisha Rana

Not a flicker of distress crossed her features when I associated her with the common whore. "Was. The moment you chose Caira, you lost the right to call Saira your mate." Idris retorted, leveling me with a challenging glare. I merely snorted and refrained from commenting on that. Everyone at the table knew, as well as I did, who Saira Malivik was. A delusional, pretentious woman who wasted four years of her life waiting for her goddess chosen mate. A woman who turned down the proposal of numerous alpha heirs with aggression that almost sparked a pack conflict.

I told her getting angry. “Bitch” she screams trying to slap me. I held her hands“If I were you, I wouldn't do that ” I told her, she angrily pulls her hands and walk out. I slump down heavily on my chair as I put my head in my hands. God! What have I done to deserve this?. Is it a crime to love?. “At least you put that bitch in her place. Gosh! How I hate her” My subconscious said annoyed. “I thought you liked her”

She wanted to roll her eyes. She was in love with an unobservant, foolish, handsome and kind man. Her back was bare. If he looked below Dina's initials, he could see a very bold 'RD' staring back at him. He was too distracted to notice. If he did, though, perhaps things would be easier. She had to leave Domsville soon and losing him was a part of the plan. Unless he would accept a murderer as his lover.

I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com

12 - Apollo Castiello You meet thousands of people, and none of them touch you, and then you meet one person, and your life changes. Forever. - Love and Other Drugs Okay, insomnia ended up becoming my best friend. Once again, I was wide awake, and that was starting to scare me. Another night awake, and... Mia. All my thoughts revolved around her, and I didn't avoid it. I needed to talk to her and hear her bold comments about me. And she replied... And I had never felt so powerful in my life.

🩷 ✨ Hardik Yaduvanshi strolled into the city hospital that evening, his face carrying its usual arrogant smirk. A white bandage was wrapped around his hand—not because he was seriously injured, but because he had deliberately nicked his palm earlier. His real reason for being here wasn’t medical. It was her—Dr. Risha Mehra. He approached the reception desk, leaning casually against the counter, his dark leather jacket drawing curious glances. The young receptionist looked up nervously as his sharp eyes bore into her.

Evelyn’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands buried in my face. My whole body still felt heavy from the drink the night before. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. What have I done? A married woman… with a child… how could I let myself go that far? The image of that man — cold, handsome, the way he threw that card at me — it still burned in my mind. I wasn’t that kind of woman. I had never been.

I slammed down on him with force, earning a cry that made my body shiver. “Say it,” I demanded. “Lovia… fuck… Lovia, you’re… insane,” he rasped, eyes fluttering shut. I slowed again, grinding in tight circles. “Insane turns you on?” I questioned , still riding him. He didn’t answer, he didn't need to because the answer was very clear. I leaned forward, hand slipping between us, fingers circling my own clit as I rode him faster now, chasing the edge. His hands slid up to my breasts, mouth open, breath ragged. We were two storms colliding — messy, raw, explosive.

L's gaze darkened, something cold and murderous stirring behind the calm. "Diana," he said. "His first love. His fiancée. They were young, wild and in love. Or so he thought." He paused, his thumb still brushing slow circles on her cheek. "They argued one night. She wanted more. She wanted money, status, and excitement. He wanted her. Just her. She left and went to a man who could give her everything he couldn't. A rich mafia bastard who saw her as a trophy. When Malakai tried to get her back... they took him."

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.