Psycho Maniac の小説・ストーリー

I was about to take my ass off the chair after I was greatly disappointed with him, but… “No, no, no.” He reached out his hand to stop me from leaving as he repeated his words and shook his head adamantly. “That’s not the information I promised you on the phone yet. That’s not what I told you that will help you greatly. I just added that in so you would understand how crazy Eros is. He is not mentally ill in the way you think. He’s a psycho. A man who kills his own family like that is a monster.” He finished his words with firmness.

This woman is witty as she portrays in her clothes which is already revealing her everything. “We're going to wreck that sheets and pillow finding our version of the way to heaven.” Then she made her hands act like a cat, perhaps a tiger, and then said, “Roar!” “Chantal, there are kids in this office and I certainly think that you need to exit that door, now.” She now speaks with her solemn voice while her eyes are intently glued to Chantal. “I’m Chantal by the way, nice meeting you Mr. Psychologist.” While walking towards the door she’s waving her hands.

My ears twitched as I heard their hushed conversation. 'Brucie, you thief,' she whispered, giggling. You ate half of it so fast?' 'What's mine is yours, Psycho,' 'Let's share my pain, break your legs, so we can wallow together.' 'You are crazy, break my legs for what, you? I rather go donate all my organs to a mad man than you.' 'Blah blah, you are a psycho too, let's psycho together.' 'I'll pass,' 'Break your leg or I'll tell him you ate my donuts,'

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

But a low chuckle caught my attention, my eyes snapped towards the man. Making me take a longer look at him. He looked different from the other men, His hair was cropped low, tattoo covered neck and a posture that screams superiority. “She is fierce” His voice came, calm, teasing. I could hear the amusement in his voice. I frowned at him. “Who are you?” I asked, my eyes were already judging. “Oh pardon my manners, I am Cristóbal Márquez” he smirked as if I am supposed to be scared the instant he uttered his name.

The words struck harder than the giant's fist ever had. Without another glance, he turned to leave. Halfway through the doorway he stopped. "Five pm." "If she's late..." he added, "...throw her out and I mean her remains" The door slammed shut. The room became silent again. The doctor stared at the closed door before muttering, "I've worked for monsters" "But that man..." He shook his head. "he frightens even me." Adriana stared toward the doorway long after Lorenzo disappeared. Her anger burned hotter than the pain in her chest.

The man with the sticking hairstyle lifted one corner of his lips up. "You don't really love that guy, do you?" He said once again. And Bella seemed at a loss for words. She was surprised if the man would realize something strange from her. "How do you know?" said the woman, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Are you a psychic?" She said again. And Stev couldn't help snorting. "How many times do you think I've played with women?" He asked sarcastically. Which immediately made Bella speechless. She even forgot that this man played women a lot.

Amber’s pov: “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you, could you repeat yourself?” I ask the tall man in front of me. He, still unbothered and expressionless, says, “I need you to be my wife.” Is he out of his mind? Thinking about what happened yesterday, the scene still haunts me. His eyes looked dark and monster-like, and the way he…He sh..shot the other man who was cold-blooded. I look up at him and when my eyes meet his, I notice a hint of pain hidden in his eyes behind his long lashes. His curly black hair accentuates his sharp facial features.

"My woman had an ex who was a psycho. It's true that I captured him but that was only to talk to him one on one. I wanted to know why he hurt her and he didn't even seem sorry for everything he did to her. Apparently, he's some loser who takes pleasure in ruining women and ripping them off of their hard-earned money. He has done a lot of bad things too and that warranted him to be put behind bars. It's true that I'm an influential person and I can have my way with things but I promise you all that I'm not that kind of person." "I'm not a kidnapper, I'm not a psycho and neither am I a rapist or a violent person. I drink but not to the extent of losing my sanity and doing stupid things. I smok

I'm not sure how to answer that and where max went. I'm on guard as I'm clenching my silver knife inside my pocket. " How do you know my name? " This man is unusually familiar Maybe I saw him before But that's can't be Where? He approached me slowly as I do the same, letting my guard down. " Hazel? You remember me right? " He asked looking into my both eyes and then at my hand leaving my pocket. " Don't worry, I'm not a monster, I'm sure the kidnapping and killing news getting you paranoid about everything. "