Novel & Cerita You're In Love With A Psycho

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.

I closed my eyes, seeing Alexandro's face as he burst into that room, the cold fury when he saw the gun pointed at me, the flash of vulnerability when our eyes met. "I think I'm falling in love with him, Soph." "Well, shit," she muttered. "Are you sure it's not Stockholm syndrome or something?" "I'm not his prisoner," I protested. "And I was feeling this way before tonight." "Before you knew he had psychotic relatives trying to kill him?" I winced. "He makes me feel... different. Like a version of myself, I didn't know existed." "Oh honey," Sophia's voice softened. "That's not love…that's your first near-death experience talking."

I can’t read him or get my head around him. Psycho to gentle lover in a heartbeat, but he’s still a bossy control freak with severe issues. Alexi is a mind fuck and I know I just made a huge mistake in letting him have the last ounces of me. Control is his thing, possession, and I just gave him the one part that he didn’t already own willingly.

(TRAPPED) “Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one.” – Fran Lebowitz “YOU DID WHAT?” Clay almost gasped, closing his eyes and too late to cover his ears for the shriek that he never knew a trio of men could do, from his initial thoughts that only girls would jitter for something in between.

It hurts you're causing me pain! He had me imprisoned in his arms and was licking and biting my neck. Please let me go, you psycho beast, please Neil I'm begging just let me go, don't do this, please. My cries were cast down by a deaf ear! What a psycho? Who are you calling psycho? I don't know about me being a nut, but I am, without a doubt, a beast, he laughed evilly and said- You're mine. I'm not insane, Aiyla; I'm just madly in love with you and will go to any length to keep you forever. Do you hear me, my beautiful and innocent Aiyla, You're my property!

“My girlfriend? Do you believe in love?” The question caught me off guard. Strange hearing someone like him speak so casually about feelings that pure. “Aren’t you a psychiatrist? We’re the people who believe in love the most. That invisible glowing thread connecting two hearts.” A quiet sigh left him as his head tilted slightly. “We believe in it. We also believe most psychological disorders are caused by love.” Something bitter lingered beneath his tone. Like love had wrecked him once. And no, I didn’t think Sarah was the reason. Not even his ex-wife.

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,'

I’d never seen him like this before, so full of rage at the mistreatment his family had suffered. “Oh my God.” I rubbed my temples. “Lucas, that is not how relationships work. Have you ever thought about just...not marrying someone you hate? You know, for your own mental health?” He waved me off as if I were speaking nonsense. “You’re thinking too small, Nic. Think about the big picture. I am going to destroy the Roosevelt’s pride.” “You are ruining your life. Marry a woman you love,” I explained, “Why don’t you Harrington brothers ever marry for love? It’s always some kind of twisted, dramatic plot with you guys. It’s exhausting.”

Chapter 59 - Reliving Old Times. MONALISA PARKER'S POV, My heart was racing fast even as he deepened the contact, standing right there with Bruno, nothing else seemed to matter to me, As the contact deepened, my mind was a chaotic struggle - reasoning and battling with my emotions. I couldn't deny the fact that I needed more, His arms curled around my back and his lips grazed gently on mine. My mind was screaming out my name, "Lisa what the hell are you doing?" Yet I felt powerless in the face of my emotions, I just couldn't stop wanting more.

“This guy Daniel doesn't have to pretend anything, because he already got it.” I try to speak, but the words stick in my throat. “Who knows? It could be a genuine interest. Perhaps it is an endangered specimen,” Cynthia argues. She is a hopeless romantic and can't help but see love everywhere. I shake my head. “Or maybe it's a psychopath, the kind that is loose on the street, who seduces their victims and then assassinates them in their homes, dismembers them in the basement, and then undoes the remains in hydrofluoric acid," Lara says scathingly.