COMPLETED! ➵ "His Girl" series - Book 1 "You don't have a choice. You. Are. Mine." He tells me. "Sorry, this Harley Quinn doesn't need a Joker. I'm a lone wolf, I don't need anyone else." I smile at him He tightens his grip on my neck. To any normal girl, she'd probably freak out that her Air pipe is closing from the grip. I think we already know I'm no normal girl. My thought on it is 'can he go tighter? It's making me very horny.' "I like it rough puddin' I may not need you to help me kill but I could need you for other things." I tell him with a smirk and my hand going down his chest to his abdomen. "You're psycho. But you're my psycho." He smirks before moving his hand from my neck to the back of my head and smashing he's lips on mine. • • • • • Persephone Blaze, a 18 year old girl, that enjoys being a psychopath. She was born this way. Literally. She was born with psychosis and manic depression. With the help of the voice in her head, she named Flame, she got through every bad thing and became the girl she is now. When it came to killing, Persephone always loved to play with her prey before the kill. Ryker King, a 22 heartless killer. After his mother died when he was 3 his father would beat him at the age of 5. What he didn't know was he has a disorder, psychosis. At 8 years old he snapped and killed his dad. He felt relieved, then after another month from it, he had the need to kill more and more. He became a cold blooded killer. Unlike Persephone, he just kills.  The night he finished his latest kill, he passed by a abandoned place and heard screaming. He went to it, when he seen Persephone slowly kill the guy. He could've sworn his heart pumped and a spark went off. It was then he knew. She was his psycho girl.

➳"His Girl" series - Book 2 ❦Davina King. Daughter of two psychopaths, meaning she has their psychosis disorder. Did I mention she's an 18 year old stripper? Before you judge just know she's only doing it for the dancing. She loves dancing and the fact that she gets paid for it, is a plus, the only downside is she still has to give private dances. Fortunately for her, her boss likes her, in a family friend way, so she doesn't go further than a private dance. ✧Darius Grey. The high school nerd. He doesn't do anything besides read, homework, play video games, and does his normal human needs (drink, eat, sleep). After his cousin complaining, he agreed to go to the strip club with him for his birthday. That one night, was all it took to change everything. ✧ ➵ ➵ ➵ ❦ "Let me loosen you up a bit, love." I smile, walking seductively to him. "So Darius, what's a good nerd like you doing at a place like this again?" "Again? H-how did you-" he stutters out before I cut him off "You know I notice you Darling, I'm the only one who notices you. Besides your friends and jealous girlfriend that is." I say running my hand up and down his chest. "How is that girlfriend of yours? Does she know you're here?" I whisper in his ear. "She's not my girlfriend. And no one knows." "Why are you here again Darius?" I kiss his neck. "I-I don't know." It's then I notice his little squirms are because of the big tent in his pants. Wow. He looks big. "I do. Let me show you what good boys deserve."