Psycho Devils
- wleighbaxter
- Aug 1, 2023
- 3 min read
Psycho Devils by Jasmine Mas is the fifth book in the Cruel Shifterverse and book two in Aran's story.
Synopsis
The one where Aran dances with the devil...
Shackled to her Enemies, Aran is forced to compete beside them in the brutal Legionnaire Games.
They want to break her.
But you can't break what's already broken.
Just wait until they uncover her secrets.
She'll have them on their knees.
In this epic installment, Aran will compete with Sadie and her mates. May the best woman win.
*This is Aran's Story Book 2 and must be read after Psycho Academy.
Trigger Warnings & Tropes
Review
Sometimes a girl was just too tired to murder. My creative killing juices weren't flowing.
Yes, my depression was definitely impeding me from living my best life.
Aran is my spirit animal!🖤 I shouldn't divulge that I love her because I can relate to her so much but I'm gonna anyways...yes, we both have the "mentally crumbling" vibe. I love this sarcastic bitch! I think I ended up highlighting about a quarter of the book because of all the comments she made that had me giggling.
"Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn't like men."
John is everything. He's the ultimate "golden retriever boyfriend", but whose also psychotic, so like a rabid golden retriever? But its perfection. 😍
"You're also a curmudgeon, an angry beastie who I just want to scoop up and protect. You're like a cute Chimera that fights for her friends and feels sympathy for her enemies. You're my little Smurf."
The kings are dicks but this is a story about villains, which is something everyone should consider before starting this story. Don't be surprised if they don't have redeeming qualities. The multiple POV really helps you understand them though. I love that Aran would not back down from them. She'd shock the devils with an insult ("Mitch" 😂) and I'd enjoy the other kings trying to hide their amusement.
Usually, I ignored the kings. Their opinions were like male thongs. Useless. Disturbing. And literally no one asked for them.
And good news! If you loved Sadie's story, her and her men are in this book quite a lot. As well as Jinx!
Highly recommend Aran's story! She's a "drug-dependent swamp monster" that I'm absolutely obsessed with. I have devoured all of Jasmine's books and this one was no different.
Notable Highlights
The screaming flames added a certain je ne sais quoi to the room. An ambiance if you will.
They matched my aesthetic. Yes, my aesthetic was mental illness; no I didn't want to talk about it.
"Don't worry, I've come up with a plan on how to end myself. I'll rip out my heart and feed it to some type of cute woodland animal.” She smiled. "Aw, imagine a little teacup pig ruling from the fae throne. That would be adorable.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and prayed for a different life, new friends, and a scrap of mental health.
I opened my eyes.
John made a breast motion with his hands over his chest, and he wiggled his eyebrows at me.
Never mind --- death to all men.
...one of the short men smiled at me. He looked nice.
I moved closer to John.
Smiling men always creeped me out.
"How does it feel to have chosen a misogynistic, ugly fucktard without a single functioning brain cell to be your captain?" Silence.
Each day last week I'd woken up and said my morning affirmation: "I am the victim."
"No one touches you but me."
He stabbed me again.
I grimaced, then stated the obvious, "Slightly concerning that you just said that." John winked. "The truth hurts." His posture relaxed as he stabbed me again.
"Three bastards with mommy issues and the emotional maturity of dead fish."
"We don't have mothers," Scorpius snapped.
The jokes really wrote themselves.
..."Exactly"
My new aesthetic was cozy, drug-dependent swamp monster. Not to brag, but I nailed the look.
I'd already decided she was mine because she kept my madness at bay. Kind of. Mostly she just gave me something else to fixate on, and that counted. Right?
Life isn't fair, and only the lucky few die.
We already knew this.
I wasn't lucky.
Ever since I'd revealed I was a woman, I'd been getting a lot of disturbing comments thrown my way. I was 99 percent sure that my teammates were sexually harassing me.
There was only one thing left to do.
I cleared my throat. "Keep talking like that and you'll get fucked."
Sexually harass them back.
"The ones who never sully their souls will only ever cast judgement on those drenched in shadows, because darkness is power. The weak fear what they are not."
Holy sun god, they didn't know they were villains? I was the sanest person at the table.
Intense internal debate culminated with one poignant realization: kittens groomed themselves, so Xerxes had most likely eaten his own butt at some point.