Novel & Cerita You're In Love With A Psycho

“You were supposed to be gone by now. Disappeared.” I glared at him, refusing to answer. “But your little psycho boyfriend delayed things,” he continued. “You think Liam loves you? He doesn’t. He’s just addicted to you. That’s what people like him do—they find a thing, and they obsess until it destroys them.” His words cut deep. But I didn’t show it. He leaned closer, so close I could feel his breath. “He won’t find you this time. And even if he did… he wouldn’t make it out alive.”

“Why wouldn't I? I'd like to spend some time with my girlfriend.” What?” Was I hearing that right? Did he say my girlfriend? What kind of absurd joke was that? Men aren't like that! At least not men who are handsome and gods in bed. That kind of behavior I attribute to desperate men in their fifties and up who settle for opportunistic women they meet through Tinder. The little voice in my conscience screamed: “Psycho alert!” “Hang up and change your number!” I swallowed thickly and cleared my throat. “What did you say?” My voice sounded shrill. Hey Harvey, “I think you're going too fast. I...”

That is how bad this is. I recognise the fact that I will never love her…I can never love anyone like that. What I feel for Skylar, this feeling of almost psychotic obsession and possession, that can never be love. It is too dark, too twisted, mostly, too dangerous to be love. I activate the feeds and as it loads, I reach over to pick up an unfinished can of beer I was drinking earlier. In the process, I knock over a flash drive. "Fucking shit!" I bend over to pick the flash drive from under the table.

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

He threatened. “you can send me to hell if you like, nothing is going to change” I interjected, “this fire in you, is what pulls me to you, you always want to burn me, it's so hot it doesn't feel right but still feel so God, perhaps? are you in love with me?” he inquired, and I burst out laughing. “In love? You are a tall yellow-haired psychopath and I think you should be in prison” I responded, I waited for him to lunge at me, the way Mateo would, but he stayed calm.

Hemorrhaging in the brain, broken noses, jaws, contorted faces, indented skulls. He was a psychopath through and through. He would fight anyone and anything. It was all he lived for after all. One day though, he met a boy. He was going to kill this boy - Hsiao-Han had told the boy to fight him. The boy didn't know what was going to happen to him but he complied gleefully. A boy with the potential to become an amazing fighter.

"You enjoyed him take you that night. You sucked his cock and you asked him to fuck you hard. I want that to be me now." "It can never happen. How do you plan on taking me out of here." "It's easy. I have a knife with me. I just need to convince them that I will slit your throat and we will be out of here." "God, you're a psycho. Looking at you, you seem pretty normal but no one would think you are crazy." "I am not a psycho!" He yelled. "I am someone who is deeply in love with you."

“Did you panic when you tried to steal from my father, using me as access? You have no words? No, tell me, was it also panic that made you orchestrate a car chase? Had me poisoned? Made me think I was losing my mind? You wanted me scared and vulnerable, so I’d run back to you? You threatened me.” “Yes!” Luca said, his voice cracking as he slammed his cuffed hands onto the table. The sudden noise made her flinch. “Yes, Kiara. I did it because I was desperate. Because losing you was not an option.” The room felt like it was spinning. Kiara’s breath quickened, her mind racing to process his words. Every instinct told her to get up, to walk away, and never look back, but she couldn’t move. She n

Anna looked at him and nodded in affirmation. Immersed in the scent of flowers, twinkling in the lights of candles and ringing on the music player, the song was presenting a deceptive scene of the lounge. The song was playing in a very low voice. I love her She is my lover I love him, he is my lover That girl is not my life That girl is not my life His face is in his eyes His watch is in the words I am the way That is the destination Get it now In these beats he is very active

I whisper angrily. "Oh, look at you two lovebirds. You know, Stella, if you had just loved me the same way, we wouldn't be in this mess and I wouldn't have to kill your lover," he says, his words dripping with deranged madness. This guy is a sick, twisted psycho.