Psycho Novels & Stories

"How about you come to my hotel room tonight? I’ve booked the penthouse in Gardenia." I try not to say anything I’ll regret, just like when I agreed to make a deal with this Psycho. If I have other choices, I will not even consider asking for his help. However, my options are limited. And giving him what he wants is the price I have to pay for this deal. He can have my body, but from hereon, I will have my freedom. "I understand. I’ll see you tonight," I say before getting inside the car waiting for me.

Psycho wondered as his patched and cracked lips refused to part to even allow him to speak. He didn’t know why he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, for his eyes were struggling to adapt to the piercing brightness of the sun. He could not see properly. His body just felt unusually heavy. Almost as though there was something keeping him bound. The last time he felt this way was right before he awakened as an Undead. For before he opened his eyes to this world that he knew, his body would not listen to him. Since then, he had clawed his way through the bitterness of mediocrity to become an integral part of Dark Shadow’s forces. His brutal nature and demonic a

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

Sometimes elevated and others irritable. The second one was Schizophrenia, which caused distortions in his emotions, thinking, and self-behavior that can result in a loss of memories, suicidal thoughts, and a blurred sense of identity. Which was the case in front of her. Nyx was switching to an alternate identity. He was feeling the presence of two or more people talking or living inside his head, and he may feel as though he's possessed by other identities. Each identity may have a unique name and wants to be dominant over the other. Which prouve Dr.Jimin's information. But maybe they should kiss their luck because Nyx was trapped between just two personalities, not more.

He asked himself feeling like going crazy. "Lotus what have you done to me? Why won't you just leave my head and....ahh!!" He groaned and fell on the bed. At the same time Judy entered in with a cup of coffee. "Good morning honey!" She smiled and he looked up. "Mum I think I'm now a psycho" he said. "What are you talking about?" She replied, feeling his temperature after dropping the coffee. "A girl is trying to make me lose my senses and...

This woman is witty as she portrays in her clothes which is already revealing her everything. “We're going to wreck that sheets and pillow finding our version of the way to heaven.” Then she made her hands act like a cat, perhaps a tiger, and then said, “Roar!” “Chantal, there are kids in this office and I certainly think that you need to exit that door, now.” She now speaks with her solemn voice while her eyes are intently glued to Chantal. “I’m Chantal by the way, nice meeting you Mr. Psychologist.” While walking towards the door she’s waving her hands.

Hello hey chizzy what's up Hey babe you cool what happened Can u come pick me up and at the middle of the road I just Got lost and I think I can't walk home Sorry babe but am in a party can't come,but hey why don't you take the Ally it the easy way to get you home I don't know girl am scared it takes the spirit inside me to just run Come on it nothing you better get home fast ok Ok see you tomorrow Ok bye Wow this is a long night Hey sorry for not introducings myself am Alex and am 23years old am pretty,smart but scared any way this is my story and how my life started I was walking down the Ally I heard voices I wanted to mind my business but it sound as if someone need my help,I walk where

I need to process and just have a minute to breathe. I turn the books the right way up and try to slide them back into the shelves silently when the title of the first catches my eye and stops me pushing it in. It’s a psychology textbook about his personality condition and I impulsively tip it sideways to let the pages flip open for a quick nosey. That part of me that is eager to know more about what it means in terms of him as a person kicking in. I scan the words eagerly, desperate for more insight.

“If you liked that madman on your lock screen, you are not gay, you’re a psychopath.” “Ah…” I fluttered my eyes. “So does being an oddball counted as psycho too?” My nerd friend heaved a sigh. “Forget it. It’s a mistake going against you.” “Wait no. Tell me if being odd counted as neing a psycho.” I urged him to tell me the truth. It’s his fault that I got this curious about determining the difference between those two words. Like, is odd equal to psycho? That question lingered inside my brain until I arrived back home. I unlocked the entrance door before stepping t

I look down at my cappuccino, unable to take a drink. He grins with another low rumbling chuckle. “You’re a psychology student, right?” He asks and I nod as a reply. The guy seems to know everything about me. “Well isn’t it true if you were in effect suffering from some kind of schizophrenic break from reality then shouldn’t this all be something normal for you? A schizophrenic can’t distinguish hallucinations from reality but you seem able to recognize the abnormality of what's happening to you. So essentially that you think you’re insane proves that you are indeed not insane.”