Book Review American Psycho Novels & Stories

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

The calm guy said. I was still in my previous position. Didn’t move a muscle. I wonder what they are going to do next. The bars open, I could tell from the sound. My eyes were closed but I could still sense two shadows standing in front of me. “I can’t believe we caught him alive. I heard a lot about this guy before and he is a fucking psycho.” The calm guy said and the other one sounded even panic. “Hurry! I don’t want to end up like Eric! It could be that he was awake by now.”

"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.

Girls will be girls. “I’ve read a lot of books about human behavior Miles. It was all about learning the different gender of a…” “Oh, oh, yeah. We already knew that.” She raises her hands-on air and rolled her eyes. She turns on the music loud inside this car without even my concern and shouted to me her response, “Don’t try me your dirty little psychology tricks. I’m not buying that anymore!” A minute later I harshly stop the car and turn off the radio. “What are you doing!”

She placed the book aside and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. My eyes flickered over her posture, studying the way my clothes draped over her appetizing curves. I could hardly keep myself from reaching out to stroke her soft, freckled face. Images of her body—naked, beads of water lurching down her milky skin, tilting off the end of her cherry nipples—burst through my mind. I clenched my jaw. Fuck, I came so close to burying myself into her pussy last night. My cock was familiar now with the tight censure of her little wet hole. She had a beautiful pussy, all pink and shiny like a seashell.

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That's why he can hurt me now because he don't have to hide his real identity. "You're a psycho." I said coldly. He gently touches my face, I looked at the other side. I don't want his touch. I feel disgusted. "Don't touch me. You don't have the right to touch me!" I shouted. He grab my hair this time. I thought ill lose my head the moment he grabs it! Why do he need to hurt me physically? Yeah right. Psycho's don't have conscience. They don't give a damn about someone, just their own pleasure.

"Tell that to your boss" "I already did" "And?" "He told me healing is a luxury" Her face dropped. Figures. Just then the heavy steel door opened and instantly there was a change in the atmosphere. Every nurse immediately lowered their heads. Lorenzo entered without a word. His black shirt clung to his broad frame, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His silver eyebrow piercing caught the fluorescent light. He looked almost unreal. Like the devil had decided to wear expensive tailoring. He ignored Adriana completely.