Psycho Maniac Novels & Stories

But the worst one… Mia’s breath caught. Marco stood in the middle of a room—no, a warehouse. And behind him was a man tied to a chair, slumped, shirt soaked in blood. The cold look on Marco’s face was identical to the one she’d seen in that back hallway. Detached. Commanding. Like violence was routine. Horror washed over her, cold and suffocating. This isn’t a misunderstanding. This isn’t Dave exaggerating. She wanted to look away—but her eyes locked on a single phrase written beneath one of the photos:

A woman hurried past me while aggressively thinking about grocery lists like her life depended on it. [Milk. Eggs. Bread. Apples. Milk. Eggs. Bread.] Yeah. Definitely louder. "Tiffany Wren?" I looked up. The man approaching me looked to be in his late fifties, broad-shouldered with a loosened tie and a coffee cup balanced in one hand. Captain Dean Mercer. Unlike everyone else, his thoughts were calm. Mostly because he wasn't trying to hide them. [Poor kid looks exhausted already.] That one almost got me. People usually treated me like some dangerous thing the second they found out. Mercer looked at me like I was human.

If Luca really had a hand in all of this, then what exactly was I doing sitting here crying like that would change anything? Crying wasn’t going to protect me. It wasn’t going to bring anyone back. And it definitely wasn’t going to stop a man who could order an entire pack to be wiped out without blinking. “He’s a psycho…” I whispered, my fingers curling slightly against the bed as anger started mixing with the fear. Because that’s what he would be. A psycho. Someone who smiles in your face and promises you safety while planning your destruction behind your back. And the scary part… He was good at it.

It must have been a sitcom since he kept laughing. Three hours later when the town was all quiet, he fell asleep. The siblings saw this as a chance to break in and find a way of getting the money. "He doesn't carry a gun so it'll be easy to shake him up with this fake one of ours. We don't need to kill him." They went in and Mark touched the man's head using the fake gun. "Wake up, old man." The man suddenly jolted awake. He stared wide-eyed at Mark and Kyla who were standing in front of the counter.

Psych was a fucking employee of his. "His real name is Aaron Shields. He is thirty-seven and worked there years ago but was let go because of his use of drugs. He split from his girlfriend, lost custody of his kids, and joined your club under the name Psych, which he got on the streets." I look from the bench's rotted wood up to Snake's piercing green eyes. Fuck he looks just like his son right now. Sam always had a ticking jaw and now I see he obtained the annoying habit from his father.

He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear. What? This lunatic has been making a call this entire time. “Hey! Psycho!!” I yell, staring daggers at him but he ignores me, talking back to the person on the line. “Tell the stupid director that if it's money he wants, he should name a price so we can get this deal fucking finished. I’m running out of patience!” Oh! He’s not a normal psycho. Just a rich stupid one. “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” I reach to his right ear, snatch the phone out of his hand then smash it on the ground. “Now I have your attention. You hit-”

He took out his dress and went to washroom for freshening up. I am still lying on the bed on my stomach. I am thinking one thing. This man is totally bipolar. First he hurt me and then applied medicine on my wounds. Is he guilty!! Never!! He can never be guilty. That night when he confessed that he loves me, he was completely drunk at that time. He didn't say it from his heart. He is a sadistic Psycho. I can't live with this psycho anymore. I don't understand his mood swings. If i stay here than one day i will surely become mad like him or i will surely die. Today i will return to my home and will never come back. I make my mind. And I am determined.

"I never cared about that when he tried to kill me or stole from me or broke my door, I know he is dangerous but he became dangerous because of something I want to find out." "We can't allow you in there alone he could literally..." "Let him do anything he wants to do, you are disrupting my job and you know exactly what that could cost you if I decide to repost this case." he looked completely taken aback by my words as he stopped. "Oh great! It's her just let her be Demon she won't listen to you, it's the famous crazy psychiatrist" a man came out of nowhere and I have no idea who he is. "Who are you?"

but then the door of the dark cell opened again and Manchini came in along with a few other men. "Times up, girls. I Hope you exchanged your last words." He smirked. "Now, let's get started. Whom should we start?" He asked, clasping his hands together. It felt like he is deciding to play with his favourite doll! "You first." He turned to me. "She is pregnant and it would be fun to torture her!" Hearing his words I gulped. This man is freaking crazy! Oh, Lord! please help us! He walked toward me and I stared right into his eyes. Even though my heart is beating faster and crazily, I could not show my fear to this psycho!

The only thing I know for sure at this point is that this Big Man, while not kind to me, is simple-minded and doesn't want anything to happen to me any more than anyone else, and that's something I can put to good use. "Why do you say that what Madman told you must be true? And where does he know all these Sin Pack secrets from?" Big Man is not in doubt, he will answer all questions, "I tell you, Madman, he is a super powerful and mysterious guy!" I didn't say anything and continued to listen to him. "The Madman used to be a psychiatrist, do you know how he got in? I heard that he tampered with the memory of one of his patients through hypnosis, turning that patient into a numb and cold-bloo