Pooh Characters Psychological Disorders Novels & Stories

I look at my brothers, who are also focused on their jobs, my mission at the moment is to observe the son of a bitch and try to find anything out of the ordinary. If that shitty bastard thinks he's going to get out of this alive, he's dreaming too much. He won't make it out alive, they don't know us very well, he thinks he'll succeed in his little revenge. We've all suffered since we were little, and that's made us strong men. Lorenzo suffered more, he was abused by a cursed uncle of ours and that ended him. That's why he suffers from some mental disorders, he spent time locked in his room, he didn't eat properly or talk to us. He was a recluse and it felt like we didn't exist for him. He en

It was very unlike the voice I heard earlier. While this one sounded concerned and worried, as if he was tired of it all, the previous one sounded carefree and relaxed. He was either a good pretender or he had a personality disorder. "The poison is a rare one and it's very effective. From my diagnosis, she's ingested this poison gradually over time. If it was given to…" "Can she be cured?" "It's very difficult to answer that question, your highness. The only thing I can say for now is that you should prepare for the worst."

I shrugged, nonchalantly. "What problems?" Instantly going into acting mode, I looked around nervously, then put a hand over my mouth as I leaned in, "Hey, I'm not supposed to tell anyone because of my Mom's work ethic. But Greg has mental issues." "He does?" The assistant's eyes widened. "Yes," I nodded. "He sometimes loses himself. Like a multiple personality disorder. So he has to take these pills or he'll be lost for a week or more," I whispered. That made the guy grimace.

CARMINE POV "N-no.... you're not my son.... you're not the kind and considerate cleopard." I said weakly while looking at my son now as if he was not in his himself, I don't know what I will feel because of what I discovered today. I know he has had a psychopath disorder for a long time but I thought he was better but not yet. I watched him with tears in my eyes. I saw him just looking into the void as if he was looking at something.

Kian had completely lost his mind. The psychological hint that Charlie had imprinted in his mind was enormously strong, and the same phrase kept replaying in his mind, “Fill your belly! Fill your belly!” The three guys were in great despair. They jumped on him and desperately wanted to pull him away, but he lay on the floor like a mad dog, cursing and eating. The warden finally arrived with a few doctors. Even the doctors who were used to seeing mental patients were frightened by this bizarre scene.

" Can you please now give us a verbal report of your findings on Miss Wilds?" " Initially Miss Wilds had presented with nervousness. Her statements did not make any sense and she had shifted blame to Mr Bobby Styles. She shows no remorse for the deceased. However her fit of rage and her outburst when the slipper was brought in shows that she has some form of an underlying mental condition. She believes that Miss Woods is the deceased Miss Summer Ray. Although they look similar they are not the same person. She seems to present with a bipolar disorder and maybe some form of plot personality disorder. Her mind had managed to block out the events and replace them with false information making h

"Mom, Dad, Callie… I think… there's really something wrong with Cal." After a pause, he added with a terrified expression, "Do you think… he has some kind of mental disorder? What if his show of obedience now is just an act? Once we let our guard down, he might suddenly…" "A mental disorder?" Calista's eyes lit up, seemingly having thought of something. "That's right. I bet he's mentally ill right now. He probably has some kind of personality disorder! "People like him, who are good at pretending, are the most dangerous. If he can be this ruthless to himself, who knows how he'll hurt Ty once he gets the chance!"

seeing him, instantly flooded my mind with memories of last night, the blood on his hands, he closes around me “I warmed soup for you, you must be dehydrated.” My brows furrow, what level of crazy this guy is? One second he is a murderer and the next second he acts like someone one who cares about others, “No, thanks, I don't want to die from poison.” I spit and he smiles, “Don’t you think that will be an easy escape from me?” My eyes widened at his answer I will go crazy if I stay another moment here with this man, does he have bipolar disorder? “I am leaving.” I said and his arms left me, he moved away raising his arms in the air, and he shrugged “Alright. darling, You are free to go, leav

“You can tell us. I’m a psychologist and you can freely say anything you want in this room. It’s just between the three of us. Besides, this whole thing revolves around the patient.” I exhaled uncomfortably, “I don’t want to sound rude and all but with all due respect Mrs. Powell, are you doing all this, claiming that Rose is mentally unstable just to get away from the fact that you verbally abused her all her life, killed your own husband by shooting him and then hit her on her head with the same gun?” Jessica blinked at me in silence, “That’s what she told you?” “Well isn’t it real?” I questioned back. She sighs heavily with low shoulders, “Rose has been diagnosed with multiple personality

Another loud groan of frustration escaped my mouth as I recalled those words he had spoken to me before, whilst eyeing me with that disregarding expression. ' There's nothing there to see anyway ' I held a palm over my chest, now there was nothing there to see. My gaze fell on a pair of socks tossed carelessly on the bed. Oh, it looked so tempting. What are you thinking about! Are you Crazy! My brain screamed. Well, I had never admitted to being normal. I smiled evilly and checked to see if Liz was watching. She was not. I skipped over to the bed, snatching it, I ducked it inside of my bra.