Psycho Jock Novels & Stories

They would have robbed the store and left the town. Finding RK had been the best thing ever. Now he had someone to do the dirty work while he watched Gina's life get ruined. He wanted to break her to the point that she'd never get back on her feet again. He'd do it slowly by slowly until every person in the town went against her. He went down in his basement and looked at the photos of her. She was always very happy, not knowing the pain she caused people by stealing their keys. To him, she was the real psycho. How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences?

“WAIT… YOU MEAN A PSYCHOPATH IS IN OUR SCHOOL?!” Casey flinched. Andy slapped his arm. “Jayden, sit DOWN. Why are you being loud? This is the cafeteria, not a stadium!” Jaden ignored them entirely. “Like the psychopathic kid? The killer?” Casey groaned and hissed, “Yes! And honestly, I feel like you’re going to be the next victim.” Jaden tossed his hair. “Please. I look too good to be his victim.” And across the room? The angel looked up.

I cried out more loudly and said," Abbu, try to understand. Please....that man isn't a sane human. He is............" I couldn't complete my sentence when I heard that psycho's voice from behind. " Jaan....." He said and the phone fell on the floor. I felt like my hands are shaking very badly due to fear. I felt like my blood is turning cold. I turned my face behind and found him standing at the door in his gym clothes. Sweats are flowing on his beastly body and he is looking very calm. My whole body started trembling badly just looking at his face. " Apni ma sey shikayte kar rahi thi mere bade me? ( Complaining to your mother about me?)" He said lovingly and came forward.

Jock's hand tightens around mine. "I'm already taken by someone who is more of a man than you'll ever be. Why don't you return to your whores? I know you have one that looks like me. I'm going to give her some of my dust so she can make your penis so small you won't be the demon of lust anymore. You'll be the demon of wishful thinking." I giggle while he looks like he's ready to kill me.

As he starts to eat his food. "Do you come here often?" Alissa asks. "Once in a while when I am craving a good old sandwich." As he motions for her to carry on eating. Which she does. "Where do you go then? If not here?" Alissa asks. He raises his eyebrows in amusement. "I usually go out at night. I go to clubs." She nods, "Which clubs?" "Clubs that you can't handle." His eyes held something daring. What did he mean by that? She put it in the back of her head. She wanted to ask him more but the questions where stuck in her throat. She would feel like she was now just prying in his business. She keeps on stealing glances at him.

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

I couldn't care if his head cracked. “That hurt,” he whined as he robbed the spot, but I felt satisfied at my revenge. “You psycho Joker!” I said ready to hit him again when he grabbed my wrist. “Joker is a psycho already so your sentence is redundant. It's just like saying ‘you black charcoal'” he said and continued laughing. “What are you so insufferable?” I couldn't help but ask, “I feel like pulling my hair out just talking to you. Who knew you had this side of you too?”

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

People are weird and now I understand why Jake turns into a psycho who then bans Emma from coming to the city when she is full bump. Arrick the normally laid-back people lover has turned into another Carrero Psycho, bristling for a fight with anyone who gets within ten feet of his future offspring. I have become a people hater too and every time someone asks me when I’m due, how far on, what sex it is… I eyeroll so hard my eyes might actually get stuck in the back of my head.

The first thing that came to my mind was what if they were trapped, images of when Ace had locked me up in there flashed through my mind. Without giving it a second thought I hurried towards it. I shoved with open with all my strength and it gave way so easily. I paused where I stood, my heart threatened to jump out my throat, what had I gotten myself into? I stared wide eyed at the sight before me. It was Jordan Fords. He was hovering close over a skinny jock with these huge spectacles, even much more bigger than mine. Matt. I recognized him from biology. They stood so intimate, the buttons of their shirt were flung open, both their hairs ruffled wildly .