Psycho Novels & Stories

“My psycho-what?” I asked with narrowed eyes. “Yes” “The psychotherapist who attended to you at the hospital. She had testified that you were mentally stable. but she also said memory loss or amnesia can sometimes lead to insanity. So she said if we perhaps notice any symptoms of mental disorder, we shouldn't hesitate to give her a call” “So are you trying to insinuate that I'm getting mad?” “Of course not!” “Of course yes!” “No! that's not what I mean”

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

Being a teenager dealing with struggles bigger than you is not easy, especially in the case of Temiloluwa. Always irritated disturbed by the GIANT head boy of her school, Temi intended to stay away from him. But what happens when the so called head boy, wont leave her alone even for a second. Timilehin had always been cute for how long she could remember, but that was all, as she never allowed herself to dwell on him or anyone so as not to allow her darkness consume them. But what happens when it seemed like this cute, tall, handsome headboy seemed to have taken voice lessons? What happens when he starts opening the door in which she had closed to everyone? What happens when his voice alon

All of them wondering the same thing, 'Who is she?' Everyone looked around at each other smiling happily, before coming to a final agreement of copying the girl on the stage. 'You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho Got me chasing shots of NyQuil, NyQuil Without you, I get antsy and upset But with you, I fall apart Boy look what you've started I can't stand you, heartless Like a psycho, psycho (psycho, psycho) Got me chasin' shots of NyQuil, NyQuil (NyQuil, NyQuil)

What is a queen without her king? Technically more powerful.Callisto is young, beautiful, intelligent but all a deadly poison. Callisto is patient wanting one thing her sister begs to sacrifice...a throne.It's now a gamble, a game on who can tame the wild lioness who functions without a pride before she tames them?

He certainly doesn’t spend it on his wife. But then, I’m pretty sure I already know. It is my understanding that he has a pretty serious addiction to pornography. That can get costly, once a person is entangled. I can’t help but wonder if perhaps he is also paying for sex. Why he would do that when his wife is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, I can’t say, but he has never struck me as a particularly intelligent person. In fact, judging simply by his work recently, it stands to reason that Jeff Thompson is an idiot, one of the stupidest people I’ve ever met.

I called again, pretending I hadn't heard him the first time. “Y-yeah, baby. It's me.” His voice sounded suspiciously strained. I glanced at the wooden bat resting against the wall near the entrance. An idea crossed my mind. A wicked one. I picked it up and positioned myself behind the door. The moment Chris stepped inside, I swung with all my strength. CRACK! “FUCK!” He staggered sideways and slammed against the wall. The bat slipped from my hands as I stared at him in horror—or what I hoped looked like horror.

I'm the textbook definition of low energy. Even today, when I catch my fiance, Seth Dane, pinning his side chick down and making out with her in the car, my first reaction is to admire his stamina. To me, cheating just sounds exhausting. I casually snap a photo as evidence, then turn to leave. That's when I find myself making eye contact with a tall guy behind me. He's clearly about to throw a sack over my head. I'm still trying to figure out the most low-effort way to scream for help when he takes off his baseball cap, revealing a stupidly handsome face. "Cami, I fell madly in love with you the second I saw you. If you agree to let me lock you up, I'll help you get back at that scumbag

He trailed off his head lulling as he slumped further in his seat. “And I’m alone again.” I stared at him. How long had it been since I had seen him sleep? Years perhaps. He looked so peaceful, not at all the usual scowl he held for me. Well… He held that look for everything else in life. I lifted my book, scanning over the words. Now I knew where we were headed, I kicked off my slippers, crossing my legs. It was so nice to be out of the house. Well… being home insured that I wouldn’t upset Triston. If I were out, I could cheat. If I worked, I could cheat. If I were happy, I would cheat. If I- my eyes pressed closed. Too much was brewing in my mind. May have been the hangover- or maybe just

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.