Psycho Lover Novel By Malisha Rana นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Because if this thing between me and Jayson was already doomed… maybe I should destroy it first. Later, while Mila was half-asleep on the couch, I continue writing and started typing drunk. The words poured out — messy, angry, vulnerable. I wrote about women destroying themselves for men who would never choose them. About pretending not to care while quietly bleeding. About wanting to be wanted so badly it made you reckless. I was still typing when a loud knock came at my door. Mila stirred. “Who the hell is that?” I already knew it was him. Something in my chest tightened before I even reached the door.

"She's not talking yet, still must be in shock. But she'll break eventually. They always do. They think it’s a case of child trafficking." Before I could answer Chase to follow up the recent case, I heard a loud yawning just outside the dining room. "What the fuck was that?" Chase hissed on the phone, choking on his coffee. "Lucas. Get your ass up here. Pronto," I answered and ended the call, shutting it before Chase could complain. I pretended to read through my emails, opening a few and replying to one from WCY New York when Lucas grunted his way inside the room. Naked on the waist up. His toned muscles glinted from the morning sun like a Greek god drenched in honey. The V-line just above

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 put my palms up in front of him, confusing him even more. This guy probably didn't listen to the professor earlier. He looked clueless as to why I had my hands up in front of him. Wait, how could he listen to the professor when his entire attention was focused on the sexy women in the magazine he was holding? I rolled my eyes again before taking his hand and shaking it. "I'm Marra Mae Erana, an 18-year-old taking BS Psychology from section 1. I'll be your student assistant and slave, sir," I said with gritted teeth while our hands were still shaking. I had nearly crushed his bones with my tight grip.

Rosie is supposed to despise Will O'Connor, the famous singer who murdered her father in a car accident, but she instead falls in love with him. Grace, a powerful attorney, is compelled to collaborate with Jack, a small-town lawyer. As their case progresses, sparks fly, but will their love triumph? ... Suki, who has been thrown out of an abusive household, pretends to be Devin's girlfriend while staying with his family. But what happens when fabricated emotions become real? ... Chiara Rose Bernardi was taken away from her family by her mother when she was two years old to keep her safe. She was sent to Sydney, Australia, and now goes by the name...

There was nothing. "A Psycho?"Falcone whispered "A Killer!" it hit Nandini she gasped realizing what she had done "Careless?" she kept mum "I Love you with every fibre with me Dini! Did you feel suffocated?" "I am ready to lay my life for you and kids safety! Did it chaos a killer?" Nandini looked at him but he was already looking at her with neutral face. She was unable to feel what he was doing. "My love feels chaotic? Psycho path ?"

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.

🩷 ✨ 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 pounded into her, each slam shaking the couch, her tits bouncing against Sasha’s. The blonde’s hands roamed up, pinching nipples, making Valeria moan louder. The room filled with wet sounds—skin slapping, gasps, the occasional whimper when I hit too deep. But my mind wandered back to Lovia. I imagined it was her bent over, her tight body clenching around me, begging for mercy. Shane’s blood on my hands while I claimed what should’ve been mine. The fantasy fueled me, thrusts turning brutal. Valeria screamed, half pain, half ecstasy, her walls fluttering as she came hard, gushing around me.