Psycho Novels & Stories

I mean, compared to when you first started out—was it five years ago? ‘Yes. It was. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget that first feeling. Turned it into a song too….’ I am a psycho — my eyes read the screen, sifting out odd arrangements of words and letters —. Want to be one but I can’t… To love you but I can’t… Kiss your heart but I can’t… You want a psycho but I ain’t one… Ripped you apart, you want… Out of this world, you want…

They were capable of killing people off without a thought, and you would know one by the literal color of their hair which was either silver or white. In the past, they tried an experiment by mating with humans, and the results did not yield fruitfully. The female humans would give birth to psycho heads before dying. They were called psycho heads because they were half witches, but the other part of them was messed up so badly it was like a part of their brain was tasseled , so with that, the psychoanalytic theory of psycho heads was that that part of their brain th

God, it would be so fucking pathetic, and the hunter (me), would become the crushed prey Damnit, why didn't I secretly recorded him last night, so that I can blackmail him if he rejects me I thought to myself, and rubbed my forehead with my right palm, but when I think it through again, it made my eyes widen, cause I actually sounded like some kind of real psychopath for thinking that, a real psychopath that he always calls me, but why should I even care about being a psychopath or not, cause I literally don't know what to do anymore

The calm guy said. I was still in my previous position. Didn’t move a muscle. I wonder what they are going to do next. The bars open, I could tell from the sound. My eyes were closed but I could still sense two shadows standing in front of me. “I can’t believe we caught him alive. I heard a lot about this guy before and he is a fucking psycho.” The calm guy said and the other one sounded even panic. “Hurry! I don’t want to end up like Eric! It could be that he was awake by now.”

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

I'm Tari" I let go of my chest and moved in the piano seat. "Senior Tari?". "Just call my Tari". I nod and look face the piano. "I see sey something dey my mind and it's you". I whispered and of course I hit the wrong note. "Umm, let me help with that". He suddenly said. I felt him take a seat right next to me so close, I move a bit. "Breathe and let the music flow from your mind, heart to your fingers. You seem to have a l ot on your mind". Imagine witnessing a murder without reporting and now you're seeing the ghost of the person.

I opened my mouth and then closed it. Because I literally had no logical answer. And from a distance... Katrina was frantically signaling for me to continue. I hate her. I really hate her. I took a small breath and said nervously, "Because... I like talking to him." Silence fell. Even the birds seemed to stop singing. Gabriel looked at me without any expression. But I felt something frightening behind his calmness. Meanwhile, Leo looked as if he wanted to disappear from the world. Then Gabriel said in a very low voice,

"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."

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

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."