Psycho Maniac Novels & Stories

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?

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?

"So what then happened after you helped her?" "Well, believe it or not but your father had another room full of straws for some reason," Rian shrugged, "the man is a psycho." "That's my father." Rian looked me in the eye this time and he repeated, "your father is a psycho." The nerves. The nerves he had.

old man:- what is your name mine is Tom, I know it's funny, you took tense, well you look too young for all this stress. NAMI:- I am not stressed and I just atoning for all my sins. old man:- what kind of sins. NAMI:- I grow my company on fraud and scams, I was so cruel and now I lose my both parent and my siblings. old man:- so you are telling me sitting broken will going wash away all you sins. nami:- it doesn't matter that man, who killed my family wanted to kill me by sending me into a deadly game with him, he was the one I wanted to beat by surpassing him.

Running fast is still fast I went back to my trance and my head hurt a lot. ah! my head hurts ahhhhhh. "Miss okay are you okay?" Ah! my head hurts. "Miss do you want I take you to the hospital?" I can't take it anymore, I'm leaving. In my fear and nervousness I immediately ran away from the man. Ah! what did I do? Forgive me, I don't know. A loud cry could be heard in me and reproach. What is wrong with me? I killed I don't want to.

I just told him that a mare mention of his name made Lucifer destroy his hand and if he visited us Lucifer might end up doing worst. "Doctor with all due respect you have lost your mind. I just told you what he did yesterday and you're asking for a murder. His aggressive side wouldn't take long before killing you." I said calmly only to hear him chuckle in response. The man indeed has lost his mind. He's not taking anything seriously.

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

His words leaving his lips and poisoning the air as he spoke with his eyes glued deep into mine, yet again I watch as his lips curved into a devilish grin. Smirking and mocking me, I tried not to look pathetic and tried to stop him, but yet again and in the fucking shitty end, I couldn't stop the whole mad world from spinning before my very eyes, but before I finally grew unconscious completely, I hear the bastard's shitty words one last time. "Go to sleep now Mr Billionaire, but when you wake up again, only then would you know why you should never mess with a psycho, why you should never mess with ME!