Psychological Novels & Stories

“I’ve always been.” How can a person be this arrogant and disrespectful? “It includes a lot of activities, for instance, thinking, human memory, concentration, perception, problem-solving, and more,” the professor continued discussing while my mind was wrapped up in thoughts of the person next to me. “Are you writing it down?” Caden questioned, his smug tone clear. I ignored him and pretended to focus on the lecture. “This lets us observe more about people and achieve more knowledge of the human brain. With that, it enables psychologists to formulate new ways of helping people dealing with psychological difficulties.”

Lena whispered soothing nonsense beside him. Jay clung to her voice even though she was the worst emotional support human alive. I stayed back, fists clenched so hard my knuckles ached. James finished checking the bandages, lifted the chart, scribbled something, then finally turned to me with a look that hit harder than a punch. “The memory loss isn’t just medical,” he said. “It’s psychological.” I tensed. “What do you mean psychology? You said earlier it was from the trauma.” “It is,” he said. “But it’s not just physical trauma. It’s selective. He’s remembering the things his mind feels safe remembering. He’s forgetting the things that cause emotional load.”

His finger on the page and her hand coming down beside it and the specific two centimeters between them that neither of them closed and neither of them moved away from. She looked at the page. Felt the two centimeters. "Psychographic assessment first," she said. Her voice even. "We establish the baseline psychological profile before any compound exposure. Fixation tendency. Pattern attachment. The markers that tell us how the neurological system is likely to respond." He turned his head slightly to look at her. She was close. Closer than the conference table on Monday had allowed. Close enough to see the grey of his eyes properly and the quality of attention i

𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 � �𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

"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 BULLY IS PSYCHO Chapter Thirty Two ACE * * The moment I heard the door shut closed, I entered into my the bathroom for the shower I had initially planned for. My insides were in a mess, spiraling out of control , I feel as though I would break apart , so many emotions overwhelmed me, but the predominant of them all was Misery. And the voice in my head just wouldn't stop, it kept replaying all over again making my insides churn with grief.

Arnav was in a defensive mode. “It does.” I knew that I was right, it was unexpected for me that this perfect businessman could be romantic, too. “Choice are the foundation of a person's character. A sad and gloomy person will like sad music. It's all psychological you know,” I said flippantly. He immediately stopped the car and turned toward me, one arm wrapping around the back of my seat. He looked at me in silence long enough for me to start to fidget in my seat. “Is my psycho really talking about psychology?”

“How would you do that?” she said. “How would you generally know when something is annoying me?” “Generally it's a gift, that is the reason I'm going into the study of mind,” She calmed her nerves before stressing on the word “Psychology”. “I think it will be easier for you,” Patty stated. “We share a piece of one another, we're family. Why don't we hear it? You'll feel significantly improved if you share it.” She added. Carmen hiked her head up and said,

Tiodor Lison sat at his office desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Yesterday’s events had made one thing clear: his victory was assured. On the monitor, he once again reviewed the report on Libia Musso. It detailed every time the young woman had seen a psychologist. He had needed some money to dig deeper into her file, but it only confirmed what he had already suspected. “Depressive disorders, anxiety, all due to a disorganized attachment in childhood,” he read aloud.