ME;
Rationally, I knew he was acting like a stalker.
Irrationally, I liked that he was obsessed with me.
İzlemeyenlere tavsiye...
1959'da MGM için çekilen film 'North by Northwest', 'Psycho' ve 'The birds' filmlerinin yanında Alfred Hitchcock'un en iyi gerilim filmleri arasında.
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SAPIK (PSYCHO) VE PSİKOPATOLOJİ
1990'lerin ikinci yarısında filmler, insanın kişiliğine dair psikolojik karmaşaları tasvir etmeye başladılar Alfred Htchocock'un 1960 tarihli filmi Sapık (Psycho) annesini ve onun sevgilisini öldürdükten sonra annesinin kişiliğine bürünen genç bir adamı anlatıyor.
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Sabah'ın bu saatin de neye kıkırdağımı soruyorlar... :)
Instead of shaking my hand like every man in the damn realm, Mika did something completely shocking.
He leaned down and kissed my cheek.
Like a mature, competent alpha female, I turned and ran out the door.
When they got to my arms, Loria had the audacity to laugh at me. All the servants tittered as she measured my bicep, then held up the measurements for the room to see.
“Warrior you are not.”
My one eye twitched with annoyance. I was half-tempted to transform into a saber-toothed tiger and roar in Loria’s face.
Like a smart warrior, I did what I could in the situation.
I stood naked and did nothing.
You didn’t mess with middle-aged women holding pins and measuring tapes. The danger was palpable.
Joy swelled through my chest, and I cradled the kitty closer to me. “What makes you so sure Jax will let me keep him if it’s against the rules?”
“Hm, maybe because he stares at you twenty-four seven and literally growls like a wild bear whenever I touch you.” Aran rolled his eyes like I was being dumb. “Especially after the attack. Sadie, the man stopped training the other day to give you a fucking bread roll because he said you looked hungry.”
Quickly, we hurried back to the room to make sure the little alpha was okay.
After all, no matter what anyone else thought or said. No matter what we did. No matter what she thought.
She was our little alpha.
She was so cute and little I had to physically stop myself from picking her up and bundling her close.
The feel of her frozen body pressed against mine as we’d run through the snow had awoken something in me.
She was mine to hold, to care for, to nurture. And I wanted to.
There was a burning desire in my gut to take care of her, so she never looked up at me with sightless eyes again. Her scars broke a piece of my heart.
My stomach actually growled with hunger, and my cheeks heated slightly. I wasn’t hungry for food.