Psycho Red Velvet Lyrics English

“In psychology, every feeling differs in each other through stages, that’s why different terms are created from affection, attachment, lust, and love. My feeling for you is only pure affection, it was not lust nor love. Our attachment to each other is not that strong so we cannot assume there is love between us, even after our first sight. We’ve just met. I am uncertain about what I feel for you. Space from you is honestly what I need right now. My apologies but I cannot be with you.” It was professionally being an unprofessional story of a lover’s bump in a dump. Addictive that will surely proactive your nights. A book that will stick with you until the last pages, ages with a savage! Samantha De Vera a CEO of a fashion company is a single mother raising her twins, one with a post-traumatic condition. He can’t talk nor speak a single word, and because of him, she encountered the psycho- Psychologist Edward Liam Ackerman. With his childish acts, funny talking, and his familiar scent, he became close to her daughter and son. Sevi De Vera, wants her mother to find him a new father. Famous for being strict, arrogant, and a perfectionist person, she never finds anyone suited to her standard except her three-year-suitor David. In contrast, Sevi and Savana only want one man for their mother, her perfect opposite, Edward. How can he manage this pressure when he is already tied to someone else? Will this chunky, hunky, handsome psycho-psychologist will try to win her dumpy, grumpy heart?

Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hellish marriage that I'm staying? Save Me... I'm tired of living. -AZAIA DE CASTRO

A psycho killer who wanted nothing but to kill to satisfy his cravings. After a wild night ay nais muling makaniig ni Ciaran ang babaeng nakilala niya sa bar dahil sa galing nitong magpaligaya sa kanya at hinanap-hanap ng katawan niya ang init na dulot ng babae. Kaya ang ginawa niya ay pina-kidnap niya ito upang dalhin sa isla Agrianthropos. Pero ang siste ay parang nawalan ng alaala ang dalaga dahil wala itong alam sa pinagsasabi niyang may nangyari sa kanila. But Ciaran insisted and he was shocked when he confirmed that the woman was telling the truth. She was still a virgin. . .

Have you ever been confused by what you've been feeling? Precisely, a sense of hatred and strangely tucked away a concern?

Therese Catalina doesn't do one-night stands. But everything changed when she met Luther Rico Valleje, her best friend's brother-in-law! Will their relationship really end after just one passionate night, or will they keep wanting more? --- "Hmmm..." Ohh... goodness! Sa lalim ng halik ay hindi ako makasunod. Hinihila rin niya ako palapit sa kaniya. Nang hindi siya makuntento sa lapit namin sa isa't-isa ay binuhat niya ako at iniupo sa kaniyang kandungan. We were kissing wildly. He was suckng my tongue. Ang kaniyang mga kamay ay gumapang sa aking likuran. "O-Ohh my gosh..." Napaliyad ako nang bumaba ang mga labi niya sa aking leeg. Para ba siyang nanggigil sa akin dahil sa paghalik na ginagawa niya sa parteng iyon. Nang maramdaman ko na ibinibaba niya ang zipper ng gown ko sa likod ay pinigilan ko ang kaniyang kamay. "W-Wait..." Therese Catalina you don't fckng do one night stands! "S-Sa bahay ko... d-doon natin ituloy." His face became dark. Hindi siya nagsalita dahil muli niyang sinakop ang mga labi ko. His right hand was on my nape. Umaakyat hanggang sa aking buhok habang ang isa niyang kamay ay nasa aking likod. Itinutulak pa ako palapit sa kaniya kahit sobrang lapit na namin sa isa't-isa. Nang humiwalay siya sa akin ay maayos niya akong ibinalik sa aking upuan. He was also the one who put my seatbelt on. "Give me the address."

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

Belle is an ordinary teenager, she has few friends, she goes to school (and she hates it), she has three triplet brothers who would do anything to protect their little sister. She is just like the others with one detail: everyone around her is werewolves, vampires, angels, giants, dragons, witches... In any case, they are not beings of this world. She will have to, with her partner and friends, recruit allies for the coming war, yet, in addition to everything, she discovers something that will change her whole life. Belle's fate is written in the red moon.

He took her from a cult. He marked her as his possession. He never expected her silence to ruin him. Liana has lived her entire life inside a forbidden cult hidden in the mountains. Blind obedience. Sacred rituals. Absolute isolation. Until the night the world ends. A man they call The Blood King—feared mafia lord, known as The Red Serpent—slaughters the entire sect and takes her captive. Not for love. Not for ransom. But for the strange mark burned into her skin… a mark that can unlock a weapon older than the mafia itself. Liana becomes his prisoner, his leverage, his obsession. He is cold. He is merciless. He is everything she was raised to fear. But the more he breaks her world apart, the more he finds himself drawn to the girl who refuses to break. Because monsters don’t always kill you. Sometimes… they keep you.

Thirty-year-old Alice died from an accident and reborn as the twenty-five-year-old illegitimate daughter of a count with the same name. Mistreated, betrayed and killed by her younger half-sister and fiancé; the crown prince. Now in a new and younger body, Alice will do anything for revenge especially with her new profound power and friends. She will destroy all those who wronged her and become The Red Witch.