Psycho Novels & Stories

"And I don't need to snoop to see you're pissed. You're radiating it like a space heater." Lucas scoffed and looked at the ceiling. "See? This is exactly why this is a bad idea. I don't want a partner who narrates my internal monologue. It’s a violation of privacy. It’s creepy." "It's part of her skill set, Hale," Mercer interrupted. "And you're going to work with it, not fight it." "I don't need a mind reader to do my job," Lucas snapped. "I’ve been tracking Scars for years. I know his patterns. I know his routes."

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

In my past life, my wealthy parents, Josiah Gunther and Yvonne Jackson, found me and brought me back into the family. I tried so hard to play the part of a sweet, dutiful son just to make them happy, but in the end, they wrongfully pinned a crime on me and drove me to my death. After being reborn, I stop holding back and show Josiah and Yvonne just how ruthless I can be. I completely change their perception of me, so they never dare to boss me around or talk down to me again. The moment I return home, I pick a fight with Mabel Gunther, my biological sister, and Nicholas Gunther, my adopted brother. After that, I deliberately provoke Mabel into striking me, resulting in me driving a knife t

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

If she is left here for long she is going to be damn sick. "I can't believe I'm going to die in the silence" she muttered, mocking her condition. She has always fantasized, dying in a music concert, so she could shake her body till her last breath. She stood up and tried to find her way around the room but she stumbled on something and fell on the floor twisting her ankle in the process. "Fuckkkkk" she cried out. Adriana might be strong, stubborn and annoying but one thing she can't deal with is silence it eats her up faster than any poison. Darkness breaks her more than a chemical would.

He's sweating now, fat drops rolling down his temples. “Five.” He breaks out into a full-body tremor. “Four.” He pulls his tie down, gasping. “Three.” He drags his tongue over his dry lower lip. “Two. One—” “IT MIGHT BE PSYCHOLOGICAL!” he screams, the words tumbling out. “What is wrong with you might not be physical!” My eyebrow arches, but my gun doesn't fall yet. He continues desperately. “You might need to see a psychiatrist. Or perhaps talk to a professional therapist.”

“Is this my life now??” Reddit. I needed Reddit. I rolled over, grabbed the phone, thumbs flying. r/AskCrazy How do I save a psycho? Top comment (2 seconds later): Easy. Do whatever makes YOU happy with him. Happiness is contagious. Reply directly under it: This. Feed him your vibe and watch him catch it. I sat up slowly. A grin spread across my face. Do what makes me happy. I know exactly what to do. Roundy materialized again, looking like he already had a headache.

Kai saw it. Kai missed a lot of things in life. But not that. His lips curved, slow and knowing. So he really is that much of a psycho.

The monster seems to notice my movement and glances up from his hiding spot. “What’s wrong?” I ask still feeling a bit of shock at the turn of events, I can travel into other people’s minds, and this could be something that I could use to my advantage when the time for war comes. “Nothing that you would understand.” It says with a deep masculine voice, which drips with hatred. I can see that it is going to take a lot of hard work to get this monster to let me out. “Try me.” I say hoping that this will encourage him to answer me.

The simple word, typed in stark white against the black screen, held a universe of pain, a lifetime of self-doubt. "You've got me messed up in ways I don't even have names for." Before she could fully process the weight of that confession, another message arrived, each word a hammer blow to her carefully constructed defenses,threat-ening to shatter them completely. Johnny: "When you talk to someone else, I feel it in my teeth." Jealousy, raw and possessive, dripped from the words, a primal instinct laid bare. "When you smile at someone else, I lose my damn mind."