Psycho Maniac Novels & Stories

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!

Damian Thorn is a 35 year old, his 6.2 feet tall handsome guy. He is a Greek god that makes girls drool, his the definition of an ideal guy yet behind this perfect image of wealth lies a psychotic maniac. His feared by most due to horrid tales about his shady business dealings, some say he has no soul and those who know him speak not of him due to fear of him dealing with them. His family knows his a serial killer, they've tried different kinds of help from different institutions to try and offer him help his mother always wonders what she did wrong during his upbringing for him to end up this way.

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

She asked with rounded eyes. "That impotent baboon fucked my life. He kissed me. I am telling you he is psycho..he has some kinda Nuks in his mind." "Nuks?" Mani asked, confusingly. "Yup, whatever you call it. He has a disadvantage in his mind. Iam on the verge to murder him." Amy snapped. Mani sighed. She has her own problem and Amy is adding more into it. "Amy… murder him later but please listen to me. I don't think I can do it. it's ridiculous." She stated. Amy tsked.

Manore said, while getting the piece of cloth out of my mouth. "You jerk!" I said and spit on his face. But instead of getting angry, he laughed like he was crazy. I looked at him in disbelief and his face returned to his usual face. He grabbed my neck and I could feel that I was starting to rise. "Don't make him mad, boy. You don't want to see Mr. Manore when he's mad," he referred to himself as a third persona. Why was he talking like that? Is he one of those psychopaths that has multiple personalities inside him?

Why would I miss a psycho like him? Fucker!

Everyone held their breath, watching him walk to the center of the lawn. He lifted the microphone, and his steady voice boomed. “I, Conrad Parker, am the true heir of the Boyds. Charlie Boyd and his mother are nothing but a malicious lover and an illegitimate child.” The revelation stunned the guests. “You’ve completely lost your mind!” Charlie shrieked. “You lie in front of hundreds of people! “Don’t bother trying to make a run for it. The mental hospital will take you immediately. You’ll stay there for life!” Conrad only flicked him a sidelong glance and ignored him.

Others seemed relatively normal, except they kept insisting that Warren Buffett had stolen their brain… I muttered to myself, “Is there even a single normal person in here?” While the nurse was handing out the medication, I seized the moment, rushed forward, grabbed her arm, and asked, “You’ve got the wrong person, right? I’m not sick. Why did you bring me here?” Unexpectedly, the other patients started copying me. They surged forward in a mob. “Yeah! We’re not crazy either! The crazy one is the world!” The nurse frowned, then pulled out a stun baton from behind her back.

Laughing too loud at something someone said. Smiling with too much teeth. Too much effort. Trying too hard. She hadn’t seen him yet. But everyone else had. Old Hank gave him a slow nod. Jake stiffened like trouble just walked in. And then Mads nudged her. “Alli,” she said under her breath. And when Alli turned— Their eyes met. Everything else went quiet. Not literally—the jukebox still played, some drunken guy laughed in the corner, and someone hollered for another pitcher—but in his world?

Fuck. What does this guy thinks he's doing