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Sharp Touch

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humour intense mystery sociopath sociopathic

After a prolonged silence he finally spoke up with a voice barely above a whisper.
"It was you wasnt it"

With eyes hooded by damp hair soaked with blood and a malicious smirk I responded.
"About time someone realized"

Scurrying back and eyes as wide as saucers he carried on, "You are pure evil!"

"Babe...I'm so evil the devil worships me..."
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Only when he's safe is it over.


#138 in romance [11/04/2015]
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𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀 -Pyscho's Heartbeat by aimanpinks

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.

C'est La Vie by _Seizingtheday_

*** "Wanna know something funny..." He whispered as he leaned into me, His lips brushing gently against the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver throughout my body. His voice sounded deeper than usual, with a hint of an accent that I hadn't noticed before. And still, each word that passed his lips felt like silk covered barbed wire wrapping around me; trapping me to him. Loosening the tight grip he had on my hair, he gently pulled my head up from the ground and rested my body against his. Grabbing my chin and tilting my head back, he brought his eyes back to mine, controlling my body without saying a single word. I was unaware of what he was doing but before I could even react, he was covering my mouth and nose with a white cloth. I couldn't even think to hold my breath, as it was already too late, the Chloroform was already working its way into my system. My vision began to become fuzzy and I could feel myself slipping into darkness as my head fell back against his chest. I felt him press his lips softly against mine, using his hand to cup my head to hold me steady. Just before I lost consciousness and everything went black, I heard him whisper, his lips just barely brushing against my own, "I'm nothing like him...I'm a monster" ***

YOU OWE ME by stephygarcia25

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Taking The Love Call by DeviantButterfly

I never believed in the existance of love but when I crossed paths with him , my belief only got stronger. Don't be fooled by his beautiful green eyes , he's nothing less than a sadist . One fine morning , my usual life was stuck like the clock in our living room . Unannounced he came like a storm and took me away . To his world , to the world of Elites . I have to pay him for something with every breath I take but I only regret taking that call with every moment that passes by . DON'T COPY !!!!!

Intoxicated by BeautifulDisasterN

I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"

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Reaping The Red Heir by eden_ari

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Psychotic Love by NovelistNetwork

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Masked Feelings by LechnaBaram

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𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀 -Pyscho's Heartbeat

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