She's Sweet But A Psycho Novels & Stories

God, she is so soft and I like this feeling when she leans more to me, clings to me as she should. “Now I want the same for you. Who just bad-mouthing my baby here? That she got really upset, and made my black coffee became one hundred percent salty.”

Kai saw it. Kai missed a lot of things in life. But not that. His lips curved, slow and knowing. So he really is that much of a psycho.

All so Knowing as a pair. How did this happen? Teachers prank. She knows everyone wants to be a pair with him and seeing Im the least interested, she just paired us together. "Is this destiny?" He bluntly asked, now making that smile again. Not his face. So early and this is the person I get to spend the rest of my whole period "So, being popular with girls actually turned you into 'that kind of person'." I spoke back. His smile disappeared. "Cant take a joke?" "You know I dont. So better stop."

My ears twitched as I heard their hushed conversation. 'Brucie, you thief,' she whispered, giggling. You ate half of it so fast?' 'What's mine is yours, Psycho,' 'Let's share my pain, break your legs, so we can wallow together.' 'You are crazy, break my legs for what, you? I rather go donate all my organs to a mad man than you.' 'Blah blah, you are a psycho too, let's psycho together.' 'I'll pass,' 'Break your leg or I'll tell him you ate my donuts,'

She gave me another one of those looks, and just like the complete psychopath that she is, I could see the wheels turning in her head. Now your typical psycho, they don't give a shit about anyone or anything. But more than that, they're master manipulators who can turn shit to gold unless you catch them slipping. Or you can match their psychosis tick for tick; I think I qualify for the latter. I'll pit my brain against hers any day. I just looked back at her with a smirk I knew would get under her skin.

she follows my finger and scrunches up her face. "I can't see his face. What if he's a psycho? Or worse, ugly?" "How is being ugly worse than being a psycho?" "Trust me, you'd rather find yourself with a handsome psycho than an ugly one. If he's to end me, I'd like to go with a handsome face. I might even let him bang me one last time"

She seems so sweet and inviting. “Right.” I mutter. “So do you like…have any questions or….” “I’m just enjoying your company. No questions on my mind at the moment.” She says softly and I gape at her. My nose crinkles in confusion and I just…blink at her like she might be losing her mind. Who the hell just stares at people and enjoys it? Only answer I can come up with is psychopaths. “Enjoying my company?” I ask. She smiles sweetly, a gentle look in her eyes.

The psycho just chuckled. For the past years, I watch how she grew beautifully. Compared to her peers, she’s taller which made her look a bit older than her real age. Her curves are already showing, too. Her wavy hair matched the shape of her face. It made her appear like a sweet angel. Her eyes are almond shaped. And every time I look at those, I feel like I am hypnotized. It's as if it's sucking me in a direction I can't determine. Those look innocent and sweet but I always see hatred every time she looks at me. And that’s what I don’t understand.

I truly believed she had to be Psychotic. “But you have to commend her bravery.. Which other woman do you know would run into a dark office with her eyes closed to catch an intruder? Even? Even I wouldn’t do that. She’s sexy, dude. You have to admit it,” His voice even more irritating than before, now with the throbbing in my ear. I could only imagine how much more he would laugh if he knew I was actually snooping around her desk to find out how she managed to complete those tasks I gave her some weeks ago. Petty but needed. I hated losing. “She isn’t sexy, she’s crazy, she’s stubborn, she’s psychotic, she’s daft and weak,” I said, applying ointment to the bruise she left on my lip.

She says then smiling, and when I mean smiling one of those fake ones as she sipped her cappuccino. “What?, Steal Damien. He's not an object that you can have, steal, consume or possess.”I say in a surprisingly clear and bold voice, even if my insides were as soft as jelly. “No. You see that's where you're wrong, Damien is mine and mine alone”She then says Sharply with a crazed look on her face. “oh well there you have it, just when I thought the whole crazy was gone now the psycho look is back”I thought grimacing.