Novel & Cerita Psychotic Stories

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

He thought the phone consultation was not enough, so he decided to see the doctor today. “Yes, and I’ve painted that person’s face twice. Last night was the second one.” The young painter was panicked the moment he opened his eyes this morning. His body trembled as he stared at the painting in front of him in horror. He was in his studio again, and he painted the mysterious girl again in his sleep. That's why he rushed to the hospital after calling the doctor. He needed a solution from his best friend now. It had been several years that Damien became a professional in the field of psychiatry, but he did not expect that René would be one of the people who suffered from mental disorders and ne

Now lost to her pleasures, Yasmine continued fucking herself, unable to contain her moans and groans. It wasn't until she was done that she realized the cou9le in the other room had stopped, and she could only hear the whispers coming from their room. “I think she's alone and having sex with just herself!” Yasmine's eyes widened in horror. Had she just been caught masturbating?! Author's Note: The F1 series will continue soon, guys. I just wanted to toss this in. Apologies for the long wait. Thank you for reading.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

I would normally just brush it off and apologize, but my mind just blanked for some reason earlier. I still don't understand why these people are suddenly gaining colors. Why specifically these people? It's not even limited to the people at school anymore since Al's obviously from somewhere else. It just doesn't make sense. It's not like I know them from anywhere else. I wish I knew something more about my illness so I could at least stop being so confused. Come to think of it, I haven't even told Aunt Autumn about any of what happened. Maybe she can somehow help me understand. I doubt it, but I can still hope for answers.

I changed the show on TV from that movie to a p**n video of my favorite p**n star. “Damn, what a nice body.” I jerked off myself using the masturbator as I imagined that I’m the one fucking the woman in that p**n video. I moaned, and I felt myself nearing my own release. But I got halted when someone fucking knocked on the door! Damn! My abdomen hurts so fucking much as I fixed myself. I paused the video and returned my still hard cock inside my boxer shorts before I walked to the door. Just make sure that it’s important, huh.

Some encounters were not accidents, but claims waiting to be made. And Alexzandrei Constantine had never been a man who denied himself what he wanted. Not when this feeling had already taken root.

The others at the Reeses were eyeing his position, so it wasn't the best time to get pregnant. Once Conrad could fully control the Reeses, having children wouldn't be a problem. My father, my family, had helped him so much. "But we actually had a child once." Conrad's pupils dilated. "When you killed me, I was already three months pregnant." "Why..." "Why didn't I tell you?" I leaned closer to him, looking him in the eyes. "Why would I want to give a child to someone like you?" Conrad's face paled, and a rare expression of pain appeared on his face.

Just another person to die at the hands of the Cattanios, and this time, a thief who thought he'd get away with cooking books and stealing half a million from a mega sale of desomorphine, or better known as Krokodil. "Bruv?' Quinton called out at my lack of response. I shook my head to clear the nasty images of dead bodies floating in the Colorado River, probably mutilated or minced to a thick consistency of porridge. I shuddered. "Still here." I decided to focus on Quin instead. He was literally the only sane thing in my life after I met Melody and walked with her on a wide path straight to hell where she fried babies and made earrings out of people's ears. I couldn't sully the only semblan

“I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility.” “I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility…” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind.” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind…” “Werewolves are not real.”