Novel & Cerita Psycho Romance

He watched, unable to look away. The pain on my face was evident, even before the disfigurement. The beating, my hair being chopped off, my face disfigured, and my fingers broken—it was all there. Felix couldn’t bare to watch the whole thing as his body trembled and he froze. Darcy, seeing him shaken, thought it was her victory and eagerly explained, “This woman had plastic surgery to look like me. She snuck into the villa to try to seduce you. She even tried to paint like me and made a mess of the walls! She knew you hated sunflowers, yet she put them everywhere in the yard. Even worse, she claimed to be your legal wife… Felix, I want to stay and be with you tonight. I want to be your only

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24:

“I never really… I mean, I’ve tried, but it felt… weird. I stopped.” His smirk deepened, the piercing catching the light. “That explains a lot.” I gawked at him. “You’re supposed to be a therapist. Aren’t you meant to be… professional?” “I am being professional,” he said smoothly. “You came here because your ex called you boring. My job is to find out why you think that’s true. And right now, I see a woman who’s been too afraid to even touch herself. Tell me, Alessia - how can you expect to please anyone else when you don’t even know how to please yourself?”

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

"Well to me, you were very scary, intimidating as hell, but incredibly handsome." Luciano chuckled. "So I tickled your fancy?" I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "I won't really say you tickled my fancy. But yet again, I considered you an incredibly attractive psycho." "Psycho?" He quirked his brows. "Is that a new nickname?" "No, it's not." Luciano tickled me and then began placing scattered kisses on my nose, lips, eyes, and neck. He eased himself out of me and I felt sudden pain throbbing my vagina.

What the hell am I going to do in a week to make specific progress? "Fine," I said, my greediness taking over my normal thinking senses. "Great," he smiled in satisfaction and continued. "The second condition is you not having any form of romance with them, Miss Renata. Throughout your stay with the boys, there should be no romantic relationship between you and any of them. The moment you do, it will be considered a breach of contract, and you will be fined for it," he said as I chuckled. Easy peasy, I wasn't a fan of love. The only thing I care about was money.

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

As she took a step forward, ready to fight, inducers were fired into her body to make her sleep. She turned her eyes toward her gang, trying to fight the sleep. Anger rose as she was about to lose control. Then another inducer pierced her body. She fell. Before she hit the ground, they pushed a floater toward her. Silence followed as her eyes closed, breaths controlled, bodies shaking with fear. Someone whispered, “She’s a psychopath. Don’t you know her nickname?” Another followed, “She’s called The Psycho Queen.” “Damn! Who’s gonna carry her now? Absolutely not me,” a bald man said. “That girl terrifies me. I can’t get over when she flipped me over. Even unconscious, she’s scary.”

Forgetting about everything else, I responded to his kiss, my hands wandering around his body as he let out a soft groan at my touches. His kiss was rough and wild, making me fist my hands on his shirt, wanting to rip it off him. I wanted to feel all of him. His warm skin, his muscular shoulders, and the way he would move inside of me. I was getting hot. Too hot, and he was wearing way too many clothes now. He bit down on my lip and a moan escaped me as my hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the ripples of his abs. “This just proves my point that psychos attract psychos. They got all horny after sentencing those dickheads to death.” I heard Rafaelle say, making me pull away and face him