She's Sweet But A Psycho Novels & Stories

My heart stumbles. She’s… stunning. Gorgeous, like one of those girls you’d only see in magazines or on red carpets. Her skin practically glows, her green eyes bright and sharp, framed by thick lashes. Her nose is delicate, perfectly straight, and her lips—plump, blushed, and pouty—are impossible not to stare at. She’s the kind of beautiful that feels unreal, like a work of art you can’t touch but can’t stop looking at. “And completely out of your league,” a voice in my head reminds me, cold and mocking. I tear my gaze away, my ears burning, and stare at the wall like it suddenly got interesting.

It's passion, it's addiction, it's cravings, it's something beyond hormones and body, it's a delicious soultie, something I will never let go again. "I see... It's her right? That Sophia girl? You finally got her, didn't you?" She was clever, vicious and resistant but wise. She wasn't my main bitch in a while for no reason. She had intelligent language and a clear spirit. Out of the bar and strip club she would be the most beautiful and mentally imposant person you will see in a range of 10km.

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It was not as if she had sympathy with him, but she truly felt something for him. Especially the night they made love. It was blissful. She turned her neck and glanced at his handsome face. He was playing with his daughter. She could not believe this. She never thought that she would ever fall for a psycho. A psycho who was an angel, got her. Unique, isn’t it? She also wonders. She knew he was attracted to her but she did not know that the cause of attraction was her kindness, not beauty. His eyes were indeed lustful for her but he was always hungry for her love and care.

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

It's not like I don't know, that I am fucked up. Because I am. I won't be offended if you call me Psycho. Hell, I know I am crazy. I am damaged beyond repair. But do I hate myself? No. This is me and will always be like this. I get what I want. And this time also, I will get what I want. Iris Brooke. My princess. Mine. I have waited long, but now it's time she becomes mine.

The effect had then blasting into the pieces with one person still grunting in pin from the impact. “Do not take another step near me”. She warmed as she cracked her neck to get rid of the tension that piled up there. She had already summoned it all. The insects abd all the animals she knew she could currently control and all she needed was to literally click here finger and get them all attacked. “I can okay like this forever baby”. He said with a smile and she started to realize that he indeed was a psycho. His men literally just died woefully and he did not even bat an eye.

She asked me while still looking at the stars. "He's under my custody. Why? Do you want to meet him?" I asked as she inquired about him. “Send him to me. I want to deal with him myself." I stared at her, blinking my eyes repeatedly, not believing her words. Am I hearing wrong? “What? You did hear me right. Send him to me. I want to settle scores with him. He thinks he is the Psycho Mafia lover. I will show him what a real psycho I'm. Even the devil sits back when I take my revenge. He didn't know he messed with the wrong person.”

, When l heard her words annoyance swam through my entire body and l clenched my fists as l stared at them Why do they both keep calling me sweet?! Do l really give off that persona?! Maybe right now that's what they were seeing but they surely didn't know about my past. Would a sweet girl sleep with her professor so that she doesn't fail her class?. Would a sweet girl attempt arson on said professor's house? . Would a sweet girl take a baseball bat and destroy the same professor's car and then hit him with it. That was the real fucking me and l knew soon or later that real me was going to come out.

I can see through her. She acts so sweet in front of people, but I've seen the way she treats Jordan. It's as if she didn't want him around or something. She's like those cougars that want to act young, but get mad if any other woman looks at Leroy. She's just...psycho!