But Psycho Novels & Stories

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!”

"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?"

when he finally answers "Sure" In one condition, you'll have to ride me till I cum then I'll let my driver bring you back." Mario’s voice didn't sound like he was kidding. My jaw dropped in shock. Oh wow, this guy is a true maniac! what the hell did I get myself into. I'm going to have to give in if I want to get away from this beautiful psycho. Okay, I called him beautiful!!! something is definitely wrong with me but he is very attractive theres no denying.

"Stop doing that shit. Seriously. Knock it off." "Then stop projecting your thoughts so loud," I retorted, pulling my door shut. "You are practically shouting at me." Lucas stared at me like I’d just insulted his entire bloodline. “Yeah, okay,” he said flatly. “Or maybe don’t read my damn thoughts like it’s a group chat.” “It’s not a group chat. It’s just your brain screaming at me," I muttered, shoving my phone into my purse. Lucas let out a harsh laugh. "My brain is perfectly fine. You're the one invading my privacy."

He asked cluelessly, as his heart unknowingly started beating abnormally. Just before the guy answered, he clicked his tongue, cutting his response, "What is that?" He asked, and was rather surprised by himself. Confused about why he became nervous and sweating cold. Noah sighed heavily, as he regretted asking further questions at the smaller. Nonetheless, he answered honestly, as he noticed the smaller's discomfort. "A psychotherapy, that's what Luca's patient needs to undergo, Blake. Wait, don't tell me you don't know that Luca, your boyfriend is a Psychotherapist." Noah explained as the smaller nodded slowly. "So, t-that means I'm--I have m-mental disorder?"

My ears twitched as I heard their hushed conversation. 'Brucie, you thief,' she whispered, giggling. You ate half of it so fast?' 'What's mine is yours, Psycho,' 'Let's share my pain, break your legs, so we can wallow together.' 'You are crazy, break my legs for what, you? I rather go donate all my organs to a mad man than you.' 'Blah blah, you are a psycho too, let's psycho together.' 'I'll pass,' 'Break your leg or I'll tell him you ate my donuts,'