Psycho Jock Novels & Stories

Xavier looked at me blankly as if he was not at all getting affected by my words but soon his gaze darkened and that's where I know, I hit the jackpot. It is because if Xavier will tell my real intentions to the media, he himself will get exposed as the world will come to know that the leader of The Scorpions is none other than the famous business tycoon Xavier Knight. "What happened Don? Did the cat got your tongue? I know you're not that stupid to dig your own grave so let's keep our cards decked up unless you want your image to get marred again, My Psycho Gangsta" I flipped my wavy brown locks and steadied myself up. Xavier didn't spoke a word but his shining raven eyes kept boring holes

His voice echoed through the hall like a warning. He looked straight at me, and in that awkward moment his eyes softened; it left a lingering feeling creeping around my thighs. Something moist… Class was soon dismissed, and my utter humiliation was the new gist. Soon, I got nicknamed Simple Simon. However, destiny, or maybe a more sinister force, had other ideas left for me. Except for the sound of my boots, the hallways were deserted and quiet. After Intro to Psychology, I had left my sketchpad in the auditorium, and I had to get it back

I pressed my fingers to my forehead and tried to breathe like a person who had not just watched her best friend commit a misdemeanor over a latte. “He is going to use this,” I said. “You know he is. He is going to tell a lawyer I am mentally unstable. He is going to tell a judge you assaulted him. He is going to tell anyone who will listen that I cannot be trusted with Bear because I bring chaos into public places. That was the whole point of choosing a coffee shop. He wanted witnesses. You gave him a show.”

"I didn't bring her here to be interrogated by you. You're fucking psycho, you know that?" "Boys!" Mama yells. "I'm sorry. Am I missing something?" Quincy says with obvious confusion. I sigh. "My brother here is a paranoid freak," I say, and he narrows his eyes at me. "He seems to think our relationship is some sort of scam on your part because of my job." "What?" she asks. "Why…?" She looks at him. "Why would you think that about me?" "He thinks it about everybody," I say, staring at him. "Somehow he got it in his mind I can't have any friends or ever date anyone without them having nefarious intentions."

If I had spent my time playing, I would've died already. That's just how horrible my life is. And that's why I am a psychopath. There are a lot of other psychopaths around the globe. It's either they decided to be one because of traumas, or they were born with it. I felt a hand on my left thigh, softly brushing its thumb. "Why are you touching me?" I asked Jameson. "You look so depressed. I'm just comforting you," Jameson replied. I looked at his hand softly, gripping my thigh, and I held his hand.

"No, no, you knew nothing!" Ace moved out of his way, still shouting at the top of his lungs. "You think you could hide it forever but I know you! I mean, it makes so much sense. The most popular jock in school who is totally homophobic going out with the not yet out of the closet pretty nerd boy! It's mind-blowing!" "No, I'm not a nerd! And this isn't a W*****d high school book!" Marcos snapped with a hand on his waist, even though there was a smile on his face. "I'm just taking him to the hospital for sometime."

he pick up the pillow that I threw to him and harshly smack it to the bed, then he yells and suddenly laughed. What's happening? Why's his attitude became like this. It looks like he don't have conscience. What kind of person don't have conscience?… A psycho. Yeah. He's a psycho. Bullet is a psycho. That's why he's acting like this. There's no normal people would stalked someone they just knew and pretend to be kind. Just Bullet. Bullet is a psycho. Now my questions was answered by my own too. That's why he can hurt me now because he don't have to hide his real identity.

“It wasn’t until I started hurling bottles and soap at him that he finally took the hint and dragged in an old lady to help me.” I pressed my lips together to stifle a laugh. The image of Ezekiel dodging shampoo bottles was almost too much. “I’m guessing the ‘psycho’ you’re referring to is Ezekiel? The gamma?” “Psycho is his name now. Whether psycho or Ezekiel, same thing.” She leaned back against the headboard, wincing slightly as the restraints pulled. “Don’t you have a nickname for your deranged mate? Or does he make you call him Alpha?”

He was only here to drink and disappear in the shadows that were so comfortable to him. "What the F*ck!"Jack said angerly as a girl come from the dressing room. He didn't realize the words had come out of his before it was too late. Luckly the music was just loud enough he didn't cause a scene. "Is that really her?" he thought to himself. "No it can't be! No way thats her I must be losing my mind"

He sighed, dropping his cigarette on the table and pulling one of the bottles out and pouring out the contents of the bottle onto the cup. "Ciro, the media's acclaimed most dangerous criminal, who is also a psycho." He made a mockery statement and backed it up with a ridiculous laugh. "How did they even think that he got to the top? I made Ciro who he is today and all he could do was turn me into a rival" He was beginning to spill things out and I had brought my tape recorder to listen to everything. I placed the recorder on my chair, I between my laps and listened attentively. "So, I believe you know that he has escaped with a girl"