Psycho Maniac Novels & Stories

The psycho orders me. " I told you not to go. I even did what you were asking." I could feel his smirk behind my back. " Elizabeth, I think I have...to go" Williams voice shaking. " Are you trying to run away?" Psycho asked. " We're you originally weak on alcohol? Still you shouldn't run away, as a man." It was so awkward, the psycho really looked evil while he played with his glass and sipped it. He kept staring at William and I. The feeling that he was onto us was biting me. The tension he was giving was much it was becoming hot even if we were under air con.

He breathed gently before his voice came back harder. "I know that mother fucker and I know you can't be anywhere near him. He is a black hole, Caroline. It's only a matter of time before he kills you or one of his enemies does. This isn't a joke. He runs a very powerful criminal organization. He tortures people, kills people. He's a fucking psychopath. A monster." A monster. He tried telling me so many times. He never pretended to be good or to hide his darkness. He just never showed me the extent of it.

"What?" "A Psycho, okay? He has a mental disorder something related to trauma. Listen to me, Ashley, this guy can be DANGEROUS for you, okay? He isn't normal. I don't know what could have put him in such a behavior but I am sure that he isn't someone you will want to be with. He is the real definition of a bad guy. Please, can you promise to not see him again?" Jennie was pleading desperately. She didn't want her sister to get into any form of trouble. Ashley was still trying to get it into her head that Alex was someone with a disorder.

My Bully is Psycho Chapter five Isabella "I missed hurting you Isabel " his taunting voice dripped with menace. What a psychotic thing to say... I looked into his gaze for any trace of remorse, if I could perhaps see a glimpse of my childhood best friend, the one person I missed so much. It wasn't there. This was a totally different person, and all I could manage to find in those gray eyes were hate and disgust. "Let me go! " I hissed out in pain, if anything his grip tightened around my shoulders even more, his nails digging painfully.

I understood that he will not leave me until he hears those God damn words from my mouth. I was right. This man is evil. I judged him right. Who behaves like a savage with his wife on his wedding night!! I am already feeling that he isn't normal. He has issues. Is he any kind of psycho? " That's good. I love you too, Jaan," He said smiling and left me immediately. I took a relief of breath and rubbed my bruised wrist and jaw. I just became astonished seeing his sudden mood swings. A few moments ago he was scaring me and now he is smiling!!! So, it's confirmed that he is a psycho.

His face twitches in a vicious laugh. "Shut up, you insane psychopath !" "Psychopath ? I see myself more as a complex man. Pampered, selfish, vain and fucking indifferent, yes, but a psychopath, no”. "I see a bad moon arising". I begin. "Really ? Singing ? Now ?"

We both may be crazy. Entering into the small coffee shop, we take a seat and give the waitress our orders. The man doesn’t speak until our orders arrive. “So,” I say when the waitress leaves. The man grins, chuckling softly. “Well I see you’re not one for chit chat,” he says, amusement again on his face. “Good news is you’re not insane. The bad news is all that you think is a hallucination isn’t. It did happen. Last night you did see your body contort into something else until you blacked out from the trauma, pain, and the beast taking over.”

Marcel rambled on nervously after listening to her hazy brother’s explanation and precautionary measures. “Do you really believe a monster that created such a drug in the first place would also make something to stop it? He’s not looking to retreat Marcel… Victor Ambrose would have killed his own mother if he had to.” Surely Mike had seen enough over the past few weeks to easily determine what sort of person the man was. He was a certified psychopath! “So… am I going to be like an invisible creep stealing bodies from an asylum?” The girl continued to question hoping to ease the tension in her heart.

He told us and I started thinking that this man was actually more of a psycho otherwise he wouldn't stay here and be saying gibberish. " You're crazy man , why would you come here telling us fake stories , do you think it's Halloween or something?". I asked and he just chuckled making me very angry that I wished I could just punch his face. He was really annoying me and the worst part of it is that he thinks it's very funny.

In his place stood Sheikh Pataudi, the name whispered in fear across borders. His jaw tightened, and then, without warning, he picked up a steel chair and slammed it against the concrete wall. The crash echoed through the basement, dust falling from the ceiling. His chest heaved, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He picked up a bottle, hurled it so hard it shattered against the far wall, glass spraying everywhere. He dragged his fist across the table, knocking down weapons, his knuckles bleeding. A laugh tore from his throat — bitter, wild, unhinged.