Psycho Maniac Novels & Stories

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.

severe depression" had been nothing but a lie. From the phone came Jacob's childish voice. "Mom, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. I want to go back to school. None of my friends talk to me now." Then Susan's voice followed. "Jacob, we have nothing left. We have to hold on to Mr. Jefferson. If he stops caring about us, we'll really have nowhere to go." "But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…"

Stella let out a breath she didn’t realised she was holding and then thought it was best if she went home and left this crazy person. Lunatic yup that’s what I am clinically insane. I need to see the doctor in the morning. “You’re not going mad, lunatic maybe but you’re not going mad and yes, I can hear what you’re thinking. It’s not hard when you’re shouting” mystery man finally said. Get fucked! “You sure have a potty mouth don’t you.” Stella slowly put her wine in the ground and ran for it. Fuck fuck fuck! Stella turned to look back and couldn’t see the man so she kept running until she hit her front door and opened it as fast as she could and slammed it shut and locked it. Stella back aw

I could see he was literally, partially drunk and it was crazy to watch. Waggling his monster before me he said, "You can come and try it, just come !! and testify the goodness of a big dick and you'll never go back to your little boyfriend's ever again. I promise you that." He sank down on the couch and immediately closed his eyes. Looking at this man in front of me it was crazy and weird, "My mom should return home quickly and take her beloved husband." I said out loud and stamped my feet. Pausing to look back at him again, I yell again "This man really needs to go to psychiatry ... or meet a therapist."

(Sister do you know who you are wrapped around) Memphis asks her in what I'm guessing is Greek. "Ναι, είναι ο Malachi Sokolov. Γνωστό στους δρόμους ως Psycho. Κι εγώ βγαίνω μαζί του" (Yes He's Malachi Sokolov. Known on the streets as Psycho. I'm also dating him) she responds sassily. Oh my kitten has claws.

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared