American Pyscho Novels & Stories

JASON POV I’m worried sick of Ivy, it feels like ages now and I still haven’t found Ivy. I just hope she’s okay, what if she’s hurt? She’s probably so scared and she with no doubt gets sick because of the rain. I hope she’s safe, what if she was kidnapped, or what if she got tired of me and decided to run away? I think I’m overthinking things, Ivy can’t run, she can’t leave me, she may not admit it but I know she likes me, and leaving me is highly impossible, Ivy would never do that. Or maybe she found out, maybe she knows the truth and she decided to leave, no, no, she can’t do that. She was probably kidnapped but by who? Tyler. He has been wanting to get to Ivy, that’s what he wants, it’s

All of them wondering the same thing, 'Who is she?' Everyone looked around at each other smiling happily, before coming to a final agreement of copying the girl on the stage. 'You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho Got me chasing shots of NyQuil, NyQuil Without you, I get antsy and upset But with you, I fall apart Boy look what you've started I can't stand you, heartless Like a psycho, psycho (psycho, psycho) Got me chasin' shots of NyQuil, NyQuil (NyQuil, NyQuil)

“My psycho-what?” I asked with narrowed eyes. “Yes” “The psychotherapist who attended to you at the hospital. She had testified that you were mentally stable. but she also said memory loss or amnesia can sometimes lead to insanity. So she said if we perhaps notice any symptoms of mental disorder, we shouldn't hesitate to give her a call” “So are you trying to insinuate that I'm getting mad?” “Of course not!” “Of course yes!” “No! that's not what I mean”

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Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.

“WAIT… YOU MEAN A PSYCHOPATH IS IN OUR SCHOOL?!” Casey flinched. Andy slapped his arm. “Jayden, sit DOWN. Why are you being loud? This is the cafeteria, not a stadium!” Jaden ignored them entirely. “Like the psychopathic kid? The killer?” Casey groaned and hissed, “Yes! And honestly, I feel like you’re going to be the next victim.” Jaden tossed his hair. “Please. I look too good to be his victim.” And across the room? The angel looked up.

"Well since Bird Box has come out. I have been on this horror thriller vibe mood. Have you watched it?" "No. not yet. I want to and I will get around to it since you have convinced me." "I'm glad." They bought two tickets for a movie starting in fifteen minutes. "I will be right back, I need the bathroom." "I will be waiting here." He replied. Alissa rushed to the bathroom and she checked herself in the mirror. She saw that her curls were still there, and she at least looked decent. When she was done, she made her way back through the throng of people. A hand grabbed her elbow and pulled her to the side.

Alpha Peter struggled with speechlessness, as he digested what the redheaded human in front of him had just said and implied. A big black wolf with deep blue eyes? That was the exact description of his son. He had seen it first hand in the forest. If not for the other interesting factor, the phanthom and the human, he had almost gushed at the largeness of his son's wolf, and its sheer blackness; and he hadn't even turned 18 yet. He had been happy, but then the issue of the phanthom had zapped his interest.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

Isreal hit the door and invited himself inside my room. "Martin’s tucked in, chained in the basement." He announced before flying all over me like a mosquito. I threw another book on the ground and went to the shelf to see any more important ones were left. "What are you looking for?" "Something that would tell me what's wrong with Martin." I snapped, plucking out a book written by a wolf in the fifteenth century. "He has two personalities, that's the story. He needs a therapist." Isreal replied, taking it as a joke. "You know, childhood trauma and all that stuff-"