Multiple Personalities Book Novels & Stories

I flipped through the book again and it was only filled with more and more gibberish until the last page. “Recent discovery has brought to light that the Delta pure blood is the strongest and most promising of all our experiments. However, even as she is powerful, she might not be the greatest threat for I fear the hybrid isn’t just a hybrid, not when he is capable of three personalities, an error of his birth. A tribrid perhaps?” A dark and scary feeling welled up in my guts as I gripped the book so tight, a part of it rips. I had a sudden epiphany and it all started to make sense.

William was a 50-year-old literature professor. The second person was Milligan. This Milligan was a formidable rebel. He was very fond of communism and was fluent in Russian. The third person was Sybil. She was a caring 35-year-old housewife who was capable but chatty. “You have dissociative identity disorder. You have three personalities," Dr. Fareeda explained. "Oh my god," I curled up. Doctor Fareeda started to explain what happened while I was on the drug, what events, and who was responsible, as I forgot. Then Dr. Fareeda re-played the recording.

neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she found her self interacting with, to contracdict, sweet precious reality. doctor montoya was fazed out. everyone, charles roach, H, bucharest all came to gather what was slowly becoming a crazy human just like the priest, only that it was just the once famous therapist who lost her two patients to suicide , and not some unknown parrasite illness that she claimed all the time in her dillusions. montoya heard H whispering to philbert "Obsessive-co

’ Jasmine thought, making Victoria laugh at her choice of words. “Dear, you and Carla are nothing but separate personalities of mine. One is super naughty and wishful, the other one is super serious and funny while I am the calm, clumsy, and soft one. If I were in the human world, then it would have been defined as a multiple personality disorder and nothing more. Your existence doesn’t matter to me. Whether you stay or cease to exist, I’ll still live in this world, but what would happen to you, if I die?” Victoria asked, smiling wickedly when she was able to entangle Jasmine in her words.

“It’s when the mind splits into different identities, different selves, usually to protect itself from unbearable pain. One side of the victim could’ve been the one you loved, the gentle one, the provider. But another side… could be someone completely different. Someone dangerous. Someone who doesn’t care about consequences.” Amanda’s breath caught in her throat, the air suddenly heavier. “But if it’s just… parts of the person right?, can’t the main character come back? Can’t the real him… stay?” she slipped for a millisecond. Curtis' jaw tightened. His tone softened, but the weight of it was unmistakable. “Sometimes, Amanda, one identity becomes so strong that it pushes all the others out.

He nods, confused. "The character in this book is everything you weren't to your son. According to you yourself, you didn't have the courage to go after him, find out his story." “Aria, I don't think you got the gist of it very well…" “Max, I'm not going to give you the combination test explanation you've come to expect. This does not matter anymore. It's bullshit. You're like me, you have personalization disorders, you just don't know it yet.

she said. I looked down at the veritable mountain of books. The titles ranged from “Disorders of the Mind: Wolf Psychosis and Beyond” to “Hidden Illnesses and Ways to Find Them”. I had already read several of them, but rereading them wouldn’t hurt. “Thanks.” I shoved the last bite of my second sandwich into my mouth, washed it down with the rest of my coffee, then hopped down from the filing cabinet and gathered everything up. “I’ll get started right away.”

* * * Powered by Google Hmm. How to start this... my name is Koltin Barnes and you probably know my obnoxious jock tongue wrestling brother: Colton Barnes. Punny isn't it? Talk to my dad about that will ya? Forget him though, this is a book about me and how swagtastic I AM. I'm the morals, culture, and brains of the bunch but also a social train wreck. Yeah, talk to some distant relative that made me inherit Asperger's Syndrome. Then there's the fact that I like a potential shrink and oh man, this is gonna be a ride!

I entered the library, picked up some books at random, and chose a seat at the end so that I could more freely pay attention to Siska, who was selecting books on the shelves. Isn't it weird? Siska is introverted; she is a bookworm, but why does she paint her nails and make nail art? I know from Tiana that nail art is not cheap. Does she have multiple personalities? Ah, that's possible; I've read a book about it. Multiple personalities. Maybe it was her alter ego that made the nail art? Ah, why did I think so far? "You can read it?" said someone who immediately broke my reverie. I turned towards the sound and found the librarian standing not far from me.

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina