Psychotic Girlfriend 소설 & 이야기

my sister fiddles with her nails in a madam pose. "Something tells me he won't care" I expound my thought, because by the way he looks at her...I know that look, it's the same look my fiancé gives me and when it settles there, it's irreversible. These men already have a crazy and sadistic nature, in love they become eight times more volatile and it is proven, they are capable of unspeakable madness.

I didn't flinch or anything, at this moment I wanted to fight for my rights. "You made me struggle to find you! You made me struggle to find you for a year and I deserve a reward for finding such a goddess beautiful woman like you!" He cupped my face while still holding the gun. "You are a rare item, Nieva. You are precious and I shall treasure you," he said deliriously. Despair hit me. He's crazy, he's a psychopath. How can I escape from him? "You're crazy.." I said quietly.

He asked. I remembered that day. It was especially horrible and bloody. I was a bit scared when I came and saw what happened. All because of the girl who was the one that sent him down that mental spiral… Wuraola, his girlfriend who used and cheated on him after he gave her every bit of him. He was so devastated that he started having episodes where he would just start throwing things across the room and screaming. All because he loved that woman. I didn’t blame him for not trying to stop sleeping with a different woman every night. That was his coping mechanism. If he stopped we may just have to take him to the asylum again. Yes I remember that day. What did Wura appear again?” I said in sh

All my wooziness was gone watching my girlfriend being mauled by her best friend. " she is drunken flirt when she gets too intoxicated with alcohol " she told me , then frowning at Conan , she explained" she told me that since someone didn't want her , she might try a new toy tonight " I swear I had never seen Conan go stiff that fast " so I dragged her away , I don't want her making any drunken mistake and I have a sick suspicion that if she really did that, the guy would find himself packed and couriered to the middle of Africa "

"We've been best friends for ten years so of course I know her well enough to know she can't do this." "I'm certain she is behind this. She wants you to think I'm crazy then lock me up in a mental hospital so she'll take my place but I won't let that happen. I'll be your wife for as long as I live and there's nothing she can do about it." I didn't care that I was raising my voice, I was beyond frustrated. "I can't believe you're trusting a psychopath 'Female' best friend over your 'wife'." I air-quoted, climbing off the bed. "Where are you going?"

I showed him the text messages and then he read the note. " This is crazy and ridiculous, I don't know this person. I can assure you that I don't have a girlfriend or a crush or any likes of it and I am positive that none of my ex's can do this because they are all ashamed of how our relationship ended. So whoever is doing this is definitely crazy and delusional because they have nothing to do with me." He explained and honestly I am more confused now than I was before I got here. I don't even know what to say or do now because if he has no girlfriend, then she has no right to force me out of my contract with him but then I am still worried she might hurt me or even worse, kill me.

Never could I have imagined that the poor girlfriend who had muttered that morning about going to wash dishes at a barbecue restaurant was actually the only daughter of the Smiths, a well-known family in the capital’s real estate circle. As I stood there in a daze, the door on the other side opened. Matt smiled and reached out his hand to her. “Taking me shopping like this, aren’t you afraid your boyfriend will see?” Wren rose on her toes and bit his lips in public. I stood behind a tree not far away, watching my girlfriend share a passionate, lingering kiss with another man. It took a long while before she pulled away, only to peck him again twice. “What’s there to be afraid of? He has work

Now, I know why rejection is the reason why people deny their true feelings. He opened his mouth to say something, but there's nothing comes out. He shook his head and close his eyes and open it again. "Manu let me be your girlfriend for 8 months, and after that you will never see me again. Just give me an 8 months to be with you, please... I'm sorry, If I really love you this much. But give me an eight months to be with you... Please?" I started to sob while saying those words in front of him. I feel defeated, I feel like I'm begging him to stay and love me back. I really pity myself for this. He look at me confused. Like why is it need to be 8 months? He touched my both shoulder and he beg

I retorted, satisfied by my clap back that left him both speechless and livid. “You son of a— you see, this is why nobody likes you. Your girlfriend is not only obsessive, but she's also crazy. The only sane and amazing girl in your life wants nothing to do with you anymore.” “What the fuck are you saying?” I blinked hard and he cackled.

My girlfriend, Kayleigh Richards, and I had been childhood sweethearts for ten years. The day I was taken back by my family at 18 years old, she clung to my hand, tears streaming down her face, begging me not to go. But in just two short years, the innocence in her eyes had faded. She carried herself with the poise of a grown woman now, and she had become much more calculating. When I stepped down from the truck, the first thing I wanted to do was pull her into a hug. But she slipped away from my touch so subtly that it almost went unnoticed.