She's Sweet But A Psycho Novels & Stories

"Tell me." "I didn't hate those people who died. I didn't hate my ex. I didn't hate those three people. But I felt no regret when I watched them get beaten and killed." She shook her head consecutively. Disagreeing with herself. "I-I didn't do anything! Why was I delighted?" He finally found the answer. He was right from the beginning. He chose the right woman! She is a dormant psycho who needs a good nurture. She's not simply a commoner. She has high psychological control though she doesn't know that yet. He shall have her. Right now.

I asked and she jumped on her place with my sudden voice as she was looking out from the floor to ceiling windows. "Uh....vo....ii..." She said but I understand nothing, she stammered badly. Checking me from head to toe. I can see her blushing face, and flattering eyes.... In this one month of time I can realise two things that about her, first she flatter her eyes repeatedly when she was thinking something Naughty. Second she have a very sassy bitch mouth.

Next to her was a younger woman who was also pregnant like me. “How did you find out, Ma’am?” Peter asked the older woman. She could not help but smile. “Because you look sweet,” she replied quickly. I shut my lips tight. Those few words made me slow down, but only for a moment. Sweet? Where is the sweet in there? “Where did you find your husband? I also want someone a husband as handsome as yours?” Suddenly a woman chuckled. I think she was with the pregnant woman who was in front of me.

She was pretty and looked within her early twenties. "Is it a college project?" She asked. "No, just leisure reading." I replied. "Oh, then these are the best for you." She tapped on the books on my hand. "Hmm, thanks." I scanned the giant shelves of books. "So anything in particular you're looking for in a psychology book?" She asked, leading down a hallway. "Conquering inner demons, I suppose." I really didn't know what I was looking for but deep down, that was the answer written in bold letter.

The slaps were so hard that she felt dizzy like anytime she will faint. This time Erina couldn't tolerate it anymore and said with her trembling angry voice," you are not normal. Take some medicine to treat your psychotic brain or admit yourself to a mental hospital because you badly need it." Zayed heard her and this time he was furious beyond level. When we call a crazy person crazy then he surely reacts. And that's happened with Zayed. He didn't like it when Erina called him a mental patient. " Psycho!! Huh!! Yes, you are right. And, I am going to show you what this psycho can do with you. You are going to be punished for hugging and smiling at another man," Zayed replied laughing as a ps

I was too distracted by my thoughts and didn’t notice when she picked up the frying pan again, switching back to the fierce girl I’d met years ago. “Give me the keys!! Or I swear I will hit you deaf with this pan!” She’s so woman! Her hands were shaking, but I liked seeing this side of her. “Why are you looking at me like that? Are you deaf?!” I was still smiling at her. She looked around anxiously, then back at me. “You are… a… a psychopath.” Her lips trembled.

Grinding his teeth, he spat, "Do you really think that once Gigi finds out you have a mental illness, she'll still choose you without hesitation? Chester, no one would ever like a psycho. If you had any self-awareness, you'd step aside on your own instead of waiting for Gigi to abandon you." Every word was testing Chester's limits. He started the engine. He had to admit that a wave of emotion surged within him at the mention of Giselle, but he refused to let it show. Giving Jonathan that satisfaction would only embolden him to go even further. The silence on both ends grew suffocating. Finally, Chester snorted and said indifferently, "So what if I'm a psycho? At least, I've kept myself clean

she smiled and walked straight to the oven and let out a delightful sigh when she saw the grilled cheese sandwich. I was about to leave her to enjoy her dinner when she told me to stay. "Come on, I don't have anything to do. I can't work since Nero still forbids me to go out and the man can be very persuasive in his ways." She winked and I couldn't contain my blank expression. This little human can pull out anyone's humorous expression whenever she's around. It was strange. Considering that she's a psychopath, though I do think she was bordering on sociopath. But still, her blood lust was probably what made her fit perfectly with us. The woman didn't even flinch when I poured the warm blood

The crack of the sweet between her teeth irritated my ears. "You think you can win my heart like this?" I asked. She got up and strode towards me, staring up at me. "If you think I did this to win you over, then you're pretty dumb." She cracked the sweet between her teeth again, a wide grin on her lips that I felt like slapping off. "I've tried being sweet and lovely. But that doesn't work with you. You prefer fear." She walked back to her seat. "Next time, follow her around like a thirsty man, and I'll do worse." She picked up her phone and began reading the news articles.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"