Psycho Devils (Cruel Shifterverse, #5)

by Jasmine Mas

“Men are so unwell.”

Normalize gaslighting men.

Unsurprisingly, I’d become the problem. Again.

“You don’t get to touch me without permission.”

daydream about a hot fictional man loving me,

You couldn’t be a bystander and still play the sweet hero.

Yes, I was delusional. Next question.

“You’re doing amazing,”

“You’re so fucking strong and impressive.”

“That’s it, just breathe slowly...

“Good girl, such a good girl,”

I played pretend.

The day had passed in seconds, but the hours felt like weeks.

Well then, I was going to be the best person there ever was. Maybe. Eh, honestly. Probably not.

I was born to suffer.

Sometimes it was hard to be a good person.

My personality traits were: (1) spiteful, (2) bitch.

“We’re not friends,” Zenith muttered angrily under his breath. “Stay away from us.” I took a step closer. He was such a funny guy.

It was probably the depression.

Why did men talk so much?

“No.” I tried to speak calmly, but my voice came out as a growl. “Touch anyone and I’ll kill him.”

“Maybe try lying on the floor to ground yourself. It can help panic attacks,” I pointed out helpfully and crossed my arms over my chest to demonstrate. “Deep breaths.” Malum snarled and gnashed his teeth like a rabid animal. I spoke slowly. “No, you have to suck in through your nose.” I pointed to my nostril and sucked in. “Then try to release it through your mouth.” I nodded at him as I blew out. There was a sizzling sound as his shirt caught on fire. I narrowed my eyes. “I feel like you’re not trying.” Malum trembled with rage. Poor guy was giving it his best shot, but he just couldn’t get the hang of it.

The weak fear what they are not.”

Men were all the same. Empty. Promises.

I grimaced. Men being nice to me made me feel weird. It creeped me out.