Novel & Cerita She's Sweet But A Psycho

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.”

I was going crazy with my desire for her though I was enraged with what she did. "H-honey please. don't be mad. I'm sorry..." she uttered while trying hard not to cry. I didn't answer. My eyes went down her cleavage. I couldn't think straight now. Her tits which were rising and falling because of her ragged breathing felt so soft against my chest. "S-sorry. I'm really sorry honey," her voice was like a whisper which made me close my eyes for a moment. The way she called me honey was music to my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty features. Her dark brown eyes were misty but smoky.

If Sarah thinks she will trick me again, she is making the biggest mistake of her life. Once, bitten twice shy, the saying goes. I cannot allow her to use me again. I will not allow anybody to use me again. I see her drive away, and I think I better follow her because I need to find out what she is up to. She dressed around a corner, and she stopped. I stop further away so that she does not see me. Sarah puts her head on the steering wheel of her car and starts crying. Did she know that I was following her? Is she trying to soften my heart? I am not going to fall for her tricks again. If she thinks she can soften me with tears, she is making the biggest mistake of her life.

Made him go crazy. Her beautiful face and those black eyes with a hint of peach blossom were cold and sharp but also hid a lot of secrets behind those big cat like eyes. She was always alert and always hot as hell. "Fuck it. I need her and I will soon make you mine dear wifey. I will make you mine and crush you under me every night. Make you beg for mercy but never give it to You."

She wants me but refuses to admit it to herself. ACE: Psycho, hmm? I’m psycho enough to walk in right now, tie your fucking fiancé up, and make him watch while I fuck you. He’ll hear you cry out my name and not his. Is that what you want? PAE: You wouldn’t dare…. ACE: Call me a psycho again, and see what happens, little bird. I’m a man of my word. I watch as she squirms while reading my text. My cock is painfully hard at seeing her body react this way, and it takes everything in me not to touch myself at the sight of her.

“How do you even think you have the ability to stop me? If I wanted to have you, I'd have you anywhere, anytime, and anyhow. You don’t have a say, Sorelvah.” The way she reacted and the look on her face sent a sharp thrill through me, and I wanted to push her more. “You're… you're a psycho.” She rasped. A smirk tugged at my lips. “Thinking about it… I might really want to sleep with you. See how that sharp mouth of yours works. You a screamer? A moaner? Or you—” “Stop it! Stop it!” Her voice broke as she yelled. She was shaking now.

“Yeah… just pissed. Velan’s a monster and Klaus too. Gotta focus, though. But we will deal with that later, ok!” She sketched a line, her thoughts shifting. “Sure! Now focus… like we said at Alexanderplatz. That guy who hurt me I want him gone.” I glanced at her, keeping my brush moving. “You know who he is?” Her mind tightened and her voice quivered in my head. “Yeah. Lives in my old neighborhood that creepy bastard. A true Psycho.” My jaw clenched, paint streaking red. “Let’s track him down and beat the shit out of him. You’ve got me now.”

“Of course I did “She finally spoke, and I felt an ice block in my heart melt away. She didn't raise her head, but her voice alone was enough. She sounded more broken than I imagined, and in my wildest imagination I saw that blood on the table trace out of her eyes as a tear. “Why did you do it?” “And who are you to ask me that?” She murmured. “I want to help you out of this, Miss Kam…” “I don't need your help. I'm okay here.” She's just what I have presumed her to be. A psycho. Who would be okay in this kind of place?! Besides, she looks miserable. Though I haven't seen her face butbyer hair have shown how miserable she had become.

She must have thought I did not notice the eagerness laced in her voice. "What did you put in my drink?" I almost growled as I tried to grab her, but she was quick to step back, the sound of her heels echoing faintly in the room. Dammit. I knew what it was — a psychedelic drug. From the seductive voice, panic imbued her tone. Her posture changed, holding the glass in her hands like she didn't know what to do. "I'm so sorry...I...just...I need," The effect was potent, and it slowly suspended my consciousness until I saw nothing but darkness. I couldn't make out her inaudible words in my ears.

She was holding something small, rectangular, and plastic—a cassette tape case, its edges yellowed with age. She walked over to the coffee table, her movements slow and reverent, like a priest approaching an altar. She set the plastic case down in the exact center of the wood, right where the candle had been burning hours ago. "I know you're awake, Charity," she whispered. The voice was low, sweet, and entirely devoid of the rage she’d spewed at the lake. It was the voice of a sister comforting a child after a nightmare.