Psycho Maniac Novels & Stories

I fuck his hand, begging for a release. Fuck me! Oh, fuck… “Shhh, little bird.” He whispers a soft warning. “You don't want people to see you naked… Screw that.” He sighs. “You don't want people’s blood on your hands because they saw you naked.” My body swings in a state of shock. Wait… What?! ‘Psychos are wild and pervy and dangerous… This man in front of me, the one my body and soul belong to, is worse than the devil.’

The people in the cars around were scared out of their wits, causing them to get out of their cars and run for their lives. Wilbur frowned. The man continued to thrash about wildly, shouting crazily. "Give me back my money! Give me back my company! You bastard! I'll kill you!" The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have completely lost his mind as he was oblivious to the people around him. Just then, the man spotted a couple with a child in the midst of their escape and charged toward them at once. The sight made several people in the crowd scream. It was dangerous to run into a psycho like this.

“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.

Or not nearly as deadly (according to the total death count) psycho currently preoccupied with shooting flames everywhere. Noah craned his neck to look past the disorderly crowd towards the mentioned psycho, who was in the center of this commotion. It was a frantic middle-aged man whose appearance couldn’t be seen clearly due to the flames covering his body. Alright, alright, so calling him a psycho was a bit harsh since, judging by his rampaging mental power, he had long lost any semblance of control over his flames, and, judging from his full-blown panic attack, probably had no intention of causing a massacre this fine afternoon.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

“I want to know why no one is telling me why I am here and what the hell is going on. I want to know what the hell the muse keeps blabbing about getting some drug out of my system cause I know for a fact I wouldn’t take any damn drug willingly.” The doctor looks at the man standing next to him. I look him up and down as the doctor looks at him in a gesture to ask if it’s alright for him to tell me the male nods. And in that split second he reminds me of a guy I used to know but it can’t be him can it? He’s dead. I saw the car blow up. I shake my head out of the foggy haze. Everything is so confusing right now. The doctor looks at me concerned. “Is everything okay Kacey?”

Chapter 19: Faith and Mutiny Eltan Storm I was flabbergasted as Dr. Parkins explained to me what dissociative personality disorder was. Hearing one or more than one voice inside the head? Having more than one distinct personality? It was like two or three people living inside a single body. The behavior was controlled by the personality in charge. Faith had this mental health condition. She didn't just have headaches. Her entire head was fucked up. "But I have never faced any of her other personalities—" I paused as a few images from last night and earlier this afternoon came to my mind.

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.

"What are you talking about, you silly asshole? You can never beat me in terms of everything. You are only a psycho and not a true mafia member. A psycho with bloody needs!" He spat out fighting to search for his inhaler. Yes, I am, and you see, all your men are at my service. Monad is dead, and I did it. Vincenzo is dead, and I did it, and guess what? "What?"

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every