Psychotic Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Don't think a bit of makeup changes the fact that you're just a country bumpkin from the sticks! I took a deep breath. Her shrill voice was giving me a headache, and I didn't want to argue with her or make a scene in public. I was planning to take Megan away. Brenda immediately snatched the container from Megan's hands and hurled it to the ground, growling, "You cheating scumbags! How could you be all over each other in front of me? "Megan, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You really like being a mistress, huh?"

My phone vibrated several more times. The other person lost it and kept sending me one voice message after another. [Do you think everyone in the group chat is dumb? Do you think people will believe a random CT scan image you found online?] [You're old enough to be his mother, yet you're still acting like some young girl and pulling tricks like this. Have you no shame?] [I'm the one Christopher is going to marry! If you still have any dignity left, hand in your resignation tomorrow. Don't make me go to the office and humiliate you in public!]

Beau's POV I had a gentle and beautiful girlfriend. My friends envied me, and my family approved of her. I used to feel proud that she was mine. But all of that shattered in an instant because of the patient sitting in front of me. "Dr. Cantrell, your girlfriend is a murderer. She's going to kill you." "What nonsense are you talking about?" My eyes widened as I rose from the chair. I was deeply offended by what I had just heard. "If you insult my partner again, I'll have security escort you out."

“What a good girl! , first I want you to agree to all my claims, to be my official girlfriend, for now I just want you to be that, to forget this bitter moment, to enjoy the money that is in your account, to buy beautiful clothes, I want you to enter your sister, I don't want her to become an obstacle between the two of us “Oh no! Of course, not Brett, you leave her alone, or I swear that if you get out of hell itself, I will sink you with the police” “Well, I want you to know that if you try to do something to me, there is someone who is very interested in killing you, and if he sees that you do something against me, I swear that he will mercilessly cut your throat, so it's up to you to dec

The doctor gestures to the door and Liam slightly frowned but nodded before following the doctor outside. “Go on!” Liam signalled for the doctor to explain. “Well you see Mr Scott,your girlfriend is suffering from temporary amnesia due to the impact of the hit” The doctor explained . “What!” Liam yelled. “Calm down Mr Scott I know how you feel,but it's just temporary your girlfriend will regain her memory very soon as long as she is not stressed out” The doctor explains further trying to calm Liam down. “She is not my girlfriend!” Liam frowns . “Oh if she is not,why were you scared for a stranger's life and helped her out?” The doctor suspiciously asked.

“Sure. So... who's your pretty girlfriend. She looks pretty familiar." “She is not my fucking girlfriend. Just a drunken mistake. She is my fucking maid, well ex-maid." I explain. “I knew she looks familiar. She is really pretty." She comments. “Yeah, she is," I admit. “But she is a fucking lunatic. I am pretty sure she should be locked up in an asylum." “She looks pretty normal to me. You are just trying to justify your actions. It is not like anyone forced you to drink. Don't give the poor girl a bad image because you regret hooking up with her." She responds.

"Yeah even though he said he's drawn to my scent and he doesn't know why." I smiled when I remembered those words. "That's another way of saying I'm starting to like you." "Carly, let's not get ahead of ourselves, I should get back to reality, he has a psychopath as his girlfriend." "More like a vicious dog that's ready to attack whoever comes near her man.." "Carly!." She rolled her eyes dramatically, "What?!, It's the truth." "Can we just have lunch?." I diverted the topic and I pulled her to the cafeteria.

His voice was low, unbothered—calculated, like every word that had been used were rehearsed just for this moment. “And before you go running your mouth with a hard no,” he leaned back, calm but lethal, “maybe take a second to look at your life. I’m offering you thirty million dollars to pretend to be my girlfriend for three months. You need the money. You’re not just broke, Blake—you’re desperate, you also lost your apartment.” He let out a quiet, mocking laugh. “And if you don’t take the offer, I’ll hand over this video to the authorities and make sure your little bestie gets the warm welcome of a jail cell. I doubt that’s what you want.”

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

"I.. I had gone to a party a few days ago. Everything was normal, I just had two sodas and a beer. From there I started, to feel bad, I felt a little dizzy and nauseous. I walked away from the place where the party was and suddenly I felt like masturbating, but I didn't know why I went to a tree and tried to avoid someone seeing me. I couldn't control myself, there came her daughter and thought I was sick, she took me to a cabin and maybe because of my dominant alpha status I infected her with my hormones, when that happened I didn't know that someone had recorded us. I have nothing more to say." He was still looking at me, he still had a gun in his hand, he put it down on a chair and tried