American Pyscho Novels & Stories

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

The two guys that I feel drawn to are complete assholes. They destroyed my house and made me homeless and jobless. I can’t believe that I came here to celebrate the destruction of my house, isn’t that ironic? If this Alpha had done it alone, I wouldn’t have been this hurt because I know he is a son of a bitch. But Dominic was also involved in this dastardly act. He was smiling excitedly in the video, and even with me sitting right next to him, he still celebrated this injustice and he got complimented for it.

Luckily for me, there is a pot full of hot pasta. I hungrily and angrily devour the food within minutes, not concerned about the fact that it's burning my mouth. I can't believe my life has gotten to the extent that I am taking my anger out on a pot of pasta. “Fuck you Nathan, you made my life like this, it's all your fault," I say with a mouth full of pasta. I honestly don't know what has come over me. I am behaving like a psychopath and I can't control myself. It's probably as a result of the delay in Nathan marking me.

"I never cared about that when he tried to kill me or stole from me or broke my door, I know he is dangerous but he became dangerous because of something I want to find out." "We can't allow you in there alone he could literally..." "Let him do anything he wants to do, you are disrupting my job and you know exactly what that could cost you if I decide to repost this case." he looked completely taken aback by my words as he stopped. "Oh great! It's her just let her be Demon she won't listen to you, it's the famous crazy psychiatrist" a man came out of nowhere and I have no idea who he is. "Who are you?"

Brewster remained quiet all through the car ride. His mood had been ruined by Ace's sudden change in mood, and he no longer had the intention to say anything to the man. Ace was also indifferent. His attention was fixed on the phone before him, and he was typing away. It was clear that he was a workaholic. A message popped up on Ace's phone, realizing it was from his assistant, he opened it, and his eyes widened slightly. "So, the little star is the son of a criminal?" He mumbled to himself, and his eyes turned cold.

The news said that a naked woman's body was found in her apartment room, but unfortunately her cause of death was not known. Sunggyu's father needs a psychiatrist to treat him so that he will stop hurting other people for his pleasure, I know that father is a murderer and he is like a psychopath since being abandoned by his ex-girlfriend, and according to what I heard that my name is the name of the ex-fatherreally dad has the heart to name me after the woman he loves, don't you think if mom knows for sure she will be very hurt, I don't know how beautiful that woman is to make dad like this I really want to meet that woman and see her in person.

every few seconds so as not to get her suspicions. From the corner of my gaze I caught on to something, rather someone. The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight at their ends. For a moment every thing seized to exist, as icy chills traveled through my spines. His dark gaze was pinned on me, rooting me to my spot. There was the person whose presence was enough to fill me with terror in the whole of Greensville High. Ace Jacob King. My nightmare. **

He buckled, vomiting blood and bile. I crouched before him, grabbing a fistful of his hair. “You get high on what I sell, you insult me. You become a liability. Weak. I don’t train weak men.” “I swear… it was just one hit—” “One hit?” I mocked, chuckling darkly. “One fucking hit? You took a needle in your arm with my product, snuff my shit, and you thought that wasn’t going to cost you?” He didn’t answer. He was shaking.

The movies we watched where a superhero or any hero came to save you when you were about to be raped or in danger, at this instant, I knew that those movies, cartoons and books were all money-sucking, misleading, nonsensical, motherfucking Bullshits. "Help!" I yelled again in the middle of his demonic kisses. I scanned the room to look for anything as a defense. He slowly moved back to take his trouser off, still pressing my body hard against the wall. He professionally ripped the remaining piece of cloth off my body, making me to be as I was when I was born. "You're more beautiful than I had ever imagined." He smirked, continued trailing with his kisses and moving his hands to my body parts