American Pyscho Novels & Stories

She pulled the phone out of her purse and answered. "Hello?" "Miss Musso, a pleasure. I need my special order," said a male voice on the other line. "What a pushy customer," she thought. "A special order? What, size forty-five or something?" she asked sarcastically. Hearing this, Romero glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "I’m not talking about fabrics," the man responded angrily. "Then what are you talking about?" she asked, thinking this was some kind of prank. "Organs."

Like it never happened, Like it was all a bad dream, everything returned to normal in a blink of an eye and when I opened my eyes, I saw a lean muscular and tall person standing right in my bed! "You..." I quickly shut my mouth, I needed no one to tell who he was as I already knew he was Alpha Asher... The most powerful Alpha, insurmountable and indomitable! Ungodly drop-dead gorgeous king whose got the purest beauty among all Alphas. A psychopath Alpha rumored to kill his mate every two years, and change Mates like paper. "I've been introduced to you, right?" Alpha Asher asked me, his voice angelic yet cold.

"How about you come to my hotel room tonight? I’ve booked the penthouse in Gardenia." I try not to say anything I’ll regret, just like when I agreed to make a deal with this Psycho. If I have other choices, I will not even consider asking for his help. However, my options are limited. And giving him what he wants is the price I have to pay for this deal. He can have my body, but from hereon, I will have my freedom. "I understand. I’ll see you tonight," I say before getting inside the car waiting for me.

They would have robbed the store and left the town. Finding RK had been the best thing ever. Now he had someone to do the dirty work while he watched Gina's life get ruined. He wanted to break her to the point that she'd never get back on her feet again. He'd do it slowly by slowly until every person in the town went against her. He went down in his basement and looked at the photos of her. She was always very happy, not knowing the pain she caused people by stealing their keys. To him, she was the real psycho. How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences?

The young man is almost on the verge of death. " Leave............her," the injured man said with his faint voice which fueled up the angry man's anger more. The angry man ordered those people who were beating the young man," Crush his every single bone. I will make a powder of his bone and then make tea out of it. Then, I will feed it to his bitch." Hearing his psychotic words, the girl lost all the colours from her face. She felt like her soul has already left her body. " Please, don't be so cruel. He will die. Let him go and you can do whatever you want to do with me," The girl again pleaded joining her hands.

Summer POV I felt a wave of uneasiness wash through me as we got closer to the house, my heart was beating faster and something was definitely off with the air, the bright weather had suddenly turned sour. As we got closer, strangely my ears caught some strange noises. "Stop!" I ordered and the driver halted the car looking at me with questions in his eyes. "It's okay Mr Will's, I just want to grab something from a nearby supermarket" I lied, smiling at the man who was clearly not convinced. "And you can go home, I will be back shortly," I said firmly. "But miss" He tried to protest "No buts Mr Will's, I will be back shortly, trust me on this one"

His eyes turned red-rimmed and his breathing turned short. "YES, I AM AN ASSHOLE, A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH, A MONSTER AND WHAT NOT? I WASN'T LIKE THIS; I WASN'T BORN THIS WAY!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR TURNING ME THIS WAY?" He yelled, his veins were popping out from his neck and forehead.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

I was a man possessed, a king reduced to a starving animal pacing the length of his cage. Every single bit of my legendary restraint was snapping, fracturing into broken pieces under the relentless assault of my own mind. I poured a glass of heavy amber liquor, my hand shaking so violently the crystal rattled against the decanter, and downed it in one burning swallow. It did nothing to quench the fire in my blood. I closed my eyes, and there she was. Safira.

Without even hearing his response I already touched the end call. I’m doomed. Do I need to wait or not? I didn’t even hear him. Poppycock! I was standing at Sevi’s front door still knocking and trying to calm him down. I wasn’t trying to open the door myself since the last time I do that, a flying glass greeted my face. It was better not to force him to calm down. That’s the last Psychologist said as a token of advice after she resigns. I had hired many Doctors before but no one can handle him once his PTSD struck.