You're In Love With A Psycho Mga Nobela at Kwento

he says, moving towards me. I gulp and move backwards. My legs hit the bed. I'm stuck again with the criminal. The criminal that f**k me, then held me hostage, let me go, kidnapped me and then f**k me again. Gosh, I think I am a bipolar bitch while he's a psycho. In truth, I hate him but at the same time I love it when he's on his knees taking me to Ibiza. Whatever.

"In simple words, he's in love with your sister." Her eyes widened, and she tried to release herself from his lap, but he only tightened his grip around her, not letting her slip away. "Have you lost your mind, Leo? Him that psycho. The Vincent Volkov whose name is enough to make someone piss their pants, and you are telling me that he's in love with my sister, who can't even speak for herself, really Leo? Are you even listening to yourself?"

I need to distract him. “You killed my friend?” I asked, I wanted to hear from his mouth. “And what if I did, will my baby kill me?” He mocked me again. How can this guy claim to love me? “You love me?” I asked and this time I managed to see him put his free hand in the pocket and take out something. “I do baby, I love you the most, you are mine” He was saying this so impulsively, I could sense that he is a real psycho.

Because for him, whatever he feels for her is love. Maybe an obsession. Then he can easily say that. He's obsessively in love with her. Wanna kill a person. What's the fun in digging a body when you can suck a soul. ________________________________________ Something not so romantic yet extremely psychotic is coming up. So beware and read the warnings again. I told you the male lead is one fucked up piece so don't blame me. Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. I purple You.

I mean, compared to when you first started out—was it five years ago? ‘Yes. It was. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget that first feeling. Turned it into a song too….’ I am a psycho — my eyes read the screen, sifting out odd arrangements of words and letters —. Want to be one but I can’t… To love you but I can’t… Kiss your heart but I can’t… You want a psycho but I ain’t one… Ripped you apart, you want… Out of this world, you want…

Internally, I flinched. “Love, darling.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Love makes us do things without thinking. You called me a psycho, and what if I am? What if I am a psycho-lover girl? Huh? I am a psycho for you. A crazed woman solely for you. Can't you see it?” Robert didn’t respond for a hearty minute. Then he sighed, looked away, and back at me again before speaking. “This is your end, Amanda.” His jaw clenched as he continued to talk. “You've committed too many crimes, and you just admitted to another one. You have a very slim chance of coming out of this innocent.”

"Okay, I confess, I'm completely addicted to you, you hot psycho! But it's not just your cock, which is absolutely delicious, but I'm addicted to all of you, to this hot body that looks like it was sculpted to perfection, to this tempting mouth that kisses like it's going to devour me and drives me wild, to your shameless, bold, and foul-mouthed way. I'm even addicted to this romantic side of yours, full of care and affection, which is the opposite of everything else and seems like only I know it exists." "That one's just for you, my crazy girl, just for this maddening little woman who drives me crazy with anger and lust at the same time when she challenges me, but who also makes me her will

He was too close. Far too close. Close enough for her to see tiny flecks of silver hidden inside his gray eyes. Close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. Close enough it felt dangerous. "You know what's interesting?" he murmured. "What?" "You don't behave like a waitress." Her throat tightened. Every instinct screamed at her to remain calm. "People surprise you." "They do." His gaze sharpened. "Especially when they know how to pick locks." A dangerous silence followed. Then—

Said Cathy "Humans?" said Alex distrustfully "Yes, humans are very complicated creatures. I like to pay attention and guess the contents of other people's thoughts, so I majored in psychology when I was in college. Then what about you? What do you like? " said Cathy "What do I like? I've never thought about it. " Said Alex "Don't you have something you like? Like food, hobbies ... anything. " Said Cathy "Yes, I have one but I can't say it." Said Alex

“Yes” I knew I was adding fuel to fire but things had already gotten this bad what’s the point in pacifying? Plus my mission was to stir an argument and leave so I guess it’s all working together. To my bewilderment he scoffed a laugh that was similar to those psychopaths scenes in movies and in the blink of an eyes his expression returned to its dark demeanor. What manner of craziness is this? Did I fall in love with a psychopath? “Nicklaus you have to let me go, you’re hurting me”