Psycho-pass Opening 2 Novels & Stories

" She couldn't complete her sentence when my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller id and it's from my psycho husband. I am not feeling like talking with him but I know I don't have any choice here. I received the call and said timidly," Hello." " Why did you take so much time to receive the call?" He asked me angrily. I replied controlling my outburst," I was talking with Fatima Khala. I am sorry. I will not be late again." " Hmm. Now, tell me jaan. Are you missing me or not? He asked and his voice is holding a threat which I can clearly understand. I know what he wants to hear. I rolled my eyes and replied taking a deep breath," Yes, I am missing you."

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

No “good morning, demon of my stress levels.” Jaden, however, activated his puppy mode. If Kai slowed down, Jaden slowed down. If Kai sped up, Jaden sped up. If Kai existed, Jaden existed louder. Right before the elevator, Jaden tugged Kai’s hoodie like a toddler seeking moral support, but Kai dodged him with Olympic precision and stepped inside. Jaden followed. The doors shut. Silence swallowed them. Then the sighing began. One sigh. Then another. Then another. An endless loop. A broken NPC.

The maid greeted me as I stormed in through the door. "Good evening, sir.” She bowed politely. I brushed past her and hurried down the halls, working the buttons of my dress shirt loose. When I reached the basement door, tucked inconspicuously in the back of a coat closet, I pushed my palm against the biometric scanner. It flashed green and the heavy steel door unlocked. I trotted down the stairs and arrived at the second door, at which I used a retinal scanner to open.

I bit my lip, anxious whether Jean is okay right now. "Sir!" I hear one of my men say as he goes into the room, holding a bloody phone in his hand. "We managed to catch one of them. This is the best we could find. We believe he has direct contact with his boss. The passcode is 248320,"

He couldn't help but think they are the dumbest spies ever. "My one love," the voice in the phone said . Nath hissed hard and flared up. "One love, ten loves, I don't give a damn! I have already told you every detail you need to know. If you have none of that, then get off the phone, please," he managed not to shout his last word and waited for the man to hang up. "God," he muttered and the land phone went off again. He picked the receiver and put it in his ear. "Yes. Okay, let her come in," he said and retrieved the receiver back to its holder.

Matthias turned his head, confused. The moment he saw the account name, his pupils shrank sharply. It was his prized offshore trust. The balance displayed: 0.00. His smile froze completely, the muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably. "No… that's impossible! That's impossible! My password is dynamically locked. Even I have to check my notes. How could you possibly know it?" I looked at him calmly, my voice quiet but precise. "You set up iris scans and micro-expression recognition to guard against me, so when you were drunk out of your mind, I held your eyes open and unlocked every encrypted folder you had."

It flickered toward Anji, then lost interest, diverted by the erratic noise of his heartbeat and the messiness of his thoughts. He closed the distance. Five feet. Four. The heat of the exchange made the floor groan under him. He was inches away from the substrate now. He could hear it—a psychic, high-pitched ringing that wanted to crack his skull open. It was whispering. Not words, but concepts: *Expansion. Survival. Replication.* It was terrified. It was a digital ghost realizing it was trapped in a dying pile of scrap. Anji jammed the nozzle into the primary manifold and triggered the release.

"Activate the Psychological Profiling Protocol. Analyze his vocal stress patterns, his pupil dilation, and his micro expressions." The pristine blue interface flared brilliantly over her vision. A complex web of digital metrics instantly locked onto Liam face, tracking every single involuntary twitch of his facial muscles. [PROTOCOL ACTIVE: Analyzing Secondary Antagonist.] [Subject is exhibiting extreme physical trauma masked by acute narcissistic grandiosity. The cipher is highly likely tied to a specific psychological anchor. It is not a randomly generated string of code.] "You are not a developer, Liam," Chloe said softly, crossing her arms over her chest. "You never understood the archit

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.) "You can act all innocent," Lisa began, holding my eyes with hers, "But I know exactly what you want me to do right now... and you are about to get your wish." She then focused her eyes on the hard member in front of her, parted her lips, leaned forward, and let my throbbing meat enter her mouth.