Ao3 Psych Novels & Stories

Ideally, I'd think Aaron was only refreshing himself and taking out the belt to cool off. I know it's a bit weird, and as a girlfriend I shouldn't even allow him to expose his body to someone else. But I soon notice the change in atmosphere around the girl. She was salivating like a dog. Who knew mental disorders were this bad of a case? Obsession was taken to a whole new level with this lady. I ask Aaron what's his masterplan, but he chooses to ignore my question. Subtly, Aaron entices the rabid woman to hold her hands to her legs.

That wasn’t synthetic. Neither was mine. A soft tone interrupted the silence. New notification. Not from the apartment. From my tablet. I crossed the room slowly and picked it up. The screen displayed a single classified document. PROJECT ORPHEUS Behavioral Synchronization Trial – Phase III Primary Objective: Emotional Dependency Pairing for Executive Stabilization My blood went cold. Below it— Subject A: Reid, Shawn Subject B: Agreste, Catriona Status: Convergence Successful Shawn went utterly still behind me.

Rain said, nodding her head. Charlotte nodded her head. "Explain to me your condition and tell me what you need exactly." She said. Aurora looked at Rain for a moment before she started telling her story. "I met my mates.. Mate a few days ago. He is a high ranker and hates that I am an omega. He doesn't want to do anything with me. Recently.. He cheated on me with another woman and my whole body was burning in pain because of his betrayal. I fear he might cheat on me again and I would have to go through that heart wrenching pain again." She told, her mind recalled all the moments of her with them. "Can you help me.. By creating something, any sort of magic or anything, because of which I won

“Trying to learn how to catch liars.” Owen is shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants, of all things. I assume that means he’s fresh out of bed with his mistress. Or, he didn’t get any and now he thinks those stupid gray sweatpants that are ridiculously positive of the bulge region are going to tempt me. That’s not out of the question, as furious with him as I am. He comes to the sofa and lifts my feet, putting them in his lap when he sits. “Do you think human psychology works on werewolves?”

I lied, my voice shaking slightly. I picked up my pen, desperately trying to focus on my notepad, but my vision was already starting to blur. Aiden was relentless. He knew exactly what he was doing, using his tongue in slow, heavy strokes that hummed directly down my spine. The sheer contrast of the situation was driving me insane.. above the desk, I was a medical professional listening to a patient tell me about his problems.. below it, I was being utterly consumed by an obsessive psychopath who was milking the sanity right out of me.

“ Please help me, I know your secret and what you're capable of. My mother already told me that you saved her when we were kids and recently, Mason, please don't let him die. Please, I will give you everything you wish for" “Angie, please get up will definitely help, but we can't guarantee the result.” END OF FLASHBACK- I felt a hand wrapped around my waist and I knew who it was. “Ayann” “Are you done? Could we go home? Aiden is crying for you in the car ” “Yeah, I was just remembering the horrible things she did to us. How can someone's love turn toxic, how can you hurt your loved one's?” “She was mentally sick, she had an obsessive love disorder, she suffered from depression and other symp

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

Darkous woke in a cold sweat, the claws of the demon tearing into his canopy bed. The psychopathic lord snarled the recurring dream of his past lingering in his thoughts. That night was forever locked within Darkous’ mind, torturing both him and the demon. He slowly rose to a seated position, snapping the demon back into the far reaches of his mind. The psychopathic lord thought once more of the pup, regretting the moment he gave her the opportunity to run. Darkous had a momentary lapse of judgement believing that she wouldn’t run, but; he would be damn sure not to let it happen again.

she told Abigail and saw the other woman inhale sharply through her nose in sympathy. “I know, right?” Aislen nodded knowing that Abigail was imaging having it done to her. “But they’re my psychos and always have been. They are terrible for my mental health, but fantastic for my sexual fantasies. So, I stay away from them because mind-blowing sex doesn’t erase the head-f-ck. I miss them,” her voice caught on the words. “They haunt my dreams.