Psychotic Girlfriend Novels & Stories

my tone was venomous. His eyebrows scrunched, "You are my Goddamn girlfriend Miss Vitalio if you have forgotten," he gritted and my eyes looked into his challenging him. Okay, I was so done that all the emotions which I kept to myself came out. I inched closer entering his personal space. "A girlfriend whom you didn't leave with a choice," I asked my tone coated with sarcasm. "A girlfriend whom you forced into this arrangement," My eyes asked him to explain how he can expect me to be his real girlfriend when all he did was force himself onto me.

My pussy fully exposed to him. Only Liam is not my boyfriend. Actually I'm worse that girl. I'm the side piece that sneaks around in the night with her best friend's cousin's boyfriend. He licked my clit until it was so swollen I felt it throb in my chest. He fingered me slowly making me cum over and over. With every orgasm I could feel my body release so much tension I collapsed and fell asleep when he finally let me breathe. I closed my eyes and sleep hit me like a derailed train.

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

But those memories are tainted now, overshadowed by his lies, manipulation, and the dangerous obsession that bound them together. “What am I doing here?” She muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with frustration. The waiter approached, breaking her thoughts. “Would you like to order anything else, ma’am?” She glanced up, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, another cup of coffee, please.” The waiter looked at her in a weird way, but she understood. That’s her third cup of coffee, now empty. Well, it's all her body could afford to take right now, or she will be excessively drunk dealing with alcohol. She can’t afford to not be totally sane around Luca; otherwise she would make more wrong deci

Alec looks at me nodding his head. “He lost his mind, he is sick”, Alec says and I nod my head, seeing Paul sitting there, emotionless, his eyes almost closed as if he was drugged. Our lawyer said that he was under psychiatric evaluation and he was diagnosed with schizophrenia, that explained a lot about his delusional thoughts and everything that he did. I feel bad that he is sick, but I never want to see his face ever again. Medicated or not, I don’t want him in my life, I want him far away form my husband and my children.

"Thank you director stone, it's really nice to meet all of you. I hope we do a good job while working on the movie. So we will go through the project which is called my psychotic girlfriend. Jazz you are our female lead, Janet second female lead, Jacob male lead, Killian second male lead and Ivan third male. So the storyline is about a psychotic girl who has two personalities. Alison, which is your character Jazz. You have an unstable dual character who puts you in trouble. Janet, our second female lead. You are the supposed best friend and half sister of the female lead. You will cheat with Alison's boyfriend which will instigate death. Hannah is your charact

He glared at the woman he once adored and snapped, "Kara, I know you're mentally unstable! Don't worry. I'll develop medication and cure you." Then, he turned to the audience to explain, "I'm very sorry, everyone. My girlfriend suffers from schizophrenia and delusional disorder. In crowded settings, she develops another personality. She constantly imagines that I'm betraying her. Everything she just said was nonsense." Kara was stunned. Jim was calling her mentally ill. Her fair, delicate face turned deathly pale. "Jim, you're lying. I'm not mentally ill. I have video proof. The reporters can come see it. I have evidence."

It was quiet then it became noisy as everyone suddenly had something to say to us. "You are joking, right? You are just trying to embarrass her, right?" Jessica, one of Jenner's friends who happened to have a huge crush on me asked. "Nah…not joking. Aniston Powell is my girlfriend" "Wait, what?! That is not…" Aniston started to say but I placed my palm over her mouth and kept it there. "Shut the hell up, sweetie" I murmured with a threatening smile. "Alright, so she's my girlfriend and if you as much as look at her the wrong way then I am going to hurt you…very badly"

"So, what's it gonna be? My date, or are we gonna keep playing this little shit game pretending you don't feel something for me? Don't you even imagine the thrill of forbidden romance?" She's mistaking my care for feelings. I can't take this anymore. I can't. I shoot up from the chair; the wood creaks in protest as she goes on and on. Even when I slump on the couch, she's still talking about romance like a high school delulu. I cut her off. "You do know I have a girlfriend, right?" She blinks hard, like I'd just said something considered a crime. "Quinn? That psycho? She's toxic."

Devon Have you ever been in love? That heart racing, breath taking, butterflies in the stomach in love? No? We I have and it was taken away from me by a psychotic bitch. She ran my girlfriend over after she pushed me away, pregnant with her child. Yes, my girlfriend was an intersex woman.