Psych/monk Crossover Novels & Stories

Yes I will" "Good boy. I love it when you are humble. The almighty Jayden is now my little pet." "What else do you want? "I want you to come make love to me and then... divorce Monalisa " "Never! I won't do that" "Never! Cynthia turned and pointed the gun at Joshua. "Kill him, Monalisa and I will make more babies" "Such confidence. I'll kill Monalisa instead" "Fine. I'll become a monk then"

The monk nodded and murmured as he said, “So she’s your wife. I thought she was the girlfriend of the other man today.” Feeling something was amiss, the monk looked up and was met with Daniel’s dark gaze. The monk stuck his tongue out. He was quite young, about twelve, and chubby. When he smiled, he looked a little like the laughing Buddha. Caleb and Xeno Lewis had originally planned to take a detour from the temple to the signal tower. However, when they arrived outside the temple, they saw Daniel standing on a bamboo ladder in a black raincoat, looking at the red notes on the wishing tree branch.

'Women with a Parasol', one of my Monet paintings, hangs behind him against the deep gray walls. Caleb looks almost like one of my clients trying to appear calm. Sometimes we’re loaned out as private detectives when the seasons get slow. Many times, my clients seem jittery to be in a trained killer’s office. "You look ready," I say, placing my now nuked coffee onto my desk and handing Caleb the phone."I think you should slow down, though, and make a few phone calls first. It would help us catch him if we knew where to look."

Really pretty. "Danika," I reply, shaking her hand. Her skin is very cool. The thought creeps in before I can stop it. What if she's not human either? The classroom suddenly feels too small, too loud, and too bright. My pulse quickens. Ever since Kaziel came into my life, the lines between reality and impossible have blurred so much that I can't tell what's real anymore. It's like the supernatural cracked something open in my brain, and now, even when I'm surrounded by humans, I can't stop seeing monsters.

It was as though no-one had spoken. Kate waited a while, but seeing that he would not reply to her, she turned around to walk away. But just when she had taken one step, Liam spoke. ''Get me a cup of Mocha.” He said without taking his eyes off the computer. Kate stopped and turned around. Mocha? Liam did not seem to be one who drank such beverages with chocolate in them; devilish people like him took only strong liquor like whisky and smoked; what was he doing with Mocha?

Sasha wasn’t sure how many parts monk and how many parts pirate they were. When one bent down, the other would roll on his back to deliver windmill kicks. They also had a unique stance like a human cross, where the second monk would hang horizontally with one arm around the waist of his brother, creating a Kali monster with five upper limbs. They would carry and spin each other around their waists and napes like dance partners but Sasha couldn’t predict who was leading because they easily switched roles. They only fought barehanded but they were formidable because of their speed. Sasha couldn’t land any blow and received plenty instead. ×

Andrew bowed upfront of him and then left the place. Just as they left the place, old monk opened his eyes, but this time there was something different in these eyes. His eyes were burning red and the pupil inside changed its colour to golden. Only his eyes are so scary that once if someone saw it, the person will get nightmare for whole month. Monk moved towards a big mirror and saw himself in that, then he started removing his shirt. The moment he removed his shirt, in the mirror a face appeared that was attached with his tummy.

Finally, she began to slow down and then stopped altogether. Standing in front of her underneath a street light was one of the monks. He wore the ceremonial yellow and burgundy of peace. He studied Elaina curiously as she made her way towards him. Most of the monks Elaina knew had shaved heads and no facial hair whatsoever, but this monk was different. His dark hair fell messily around his face and he looked like he hadn’t had the opportunity to shave in days. “Are you new?” Elaina asked now stepping before him.

I ask, my face already squeezed with unadulterated suspicion. “What exactly do you mean?” “Like taking off your shoes. Maybe meditating. They don’t like loud voices or... well, aggressive energy.” I look down at my three-thousand-dollar custom loafers. Then I look at the Glock tucked into my waistband. “Are you fucking with my head too, Alec?” Alec looks back, dead serious. “We’re not joking, sir. Monks really are… particular. If you walk in there barking orders, they’ll probably just ignore you until you go away.”