Psychotic Stories Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

"You've been using seduction as an excuse to cover up for your disrespectful habit. Scarlett, the next time you go this deep into my problem, and start telling me impossible things I can't do, I promise you that I would kill you. You're fortunate this time, all thanks to your seduction change of topic. I'll let it slide, because I told you to learn seduction, but next time, you'll witness with your two blue eyes the reason for which I'm called a psychotic Alpha." "I'm sorry –" "Just shut up and sorry for your seduction and yourself. Despite my detestation, I don't slap women, I kill. I'm not killing you right now, I said I'll let it slide, but don't mate me slap you, because you can't surviv

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?

I heard once that fact is stranger than fiction, and even though I felt like I was in the middle of some sort of strange, surreal dream, the facts were all there. I’d met a man in the middle of the street in the dead of night. He’d just appeared out of nowhere. I’d taken him home, slept with him, and then woken up to his accusations that I was taking pills to hide my wolf. My mother corroborated his story and told me her back story. It was unbelievable on the surface—I mean, come on—but I had no choice but to believe it. Both stories lined up in an uncanny way. I could deny it all I wanted, but there had to be some truth to it.

What if I trust her and she breaks me even more. I jumped on my bed as I starred at the white ceiling . My eyelids suddenly grew heavy and I drifted off to sleep . "Come here, you are just a little puppet in my hand even an ants life is worth more than yours ." he said . I walked straight to him .I was frightened. He pushed me to the wall and his actions led to my head hitting the wall and as a result got bruised ." Please leave me , let me go , no, don't hit me . " I woke up only to find it a dream with tears flooding my eyes . I got up and left the room . I walked further to the edge of the building . There were voices in my head telling me continuously to jump and kill myself . There wer

Forty-two days since I saw a man tear out of his skin like he was tired of being smaller than what was underneath. I told myself it was a hallucination. Everyone did. Detox nurses. The guy at the clinic with the kind eyes and the terrible coffee. The pamphlet that said meth psychosis can persist. They all had bullet points. Visual distortions. Delusions. Paranoia. Auditory hallucinations. Fur and fangs weren’t on the handout but they may as well have been.

MENTAL ILLNESS AND DISORDER SERIES This fictituos story contains words nor true statement. Names, places,occasions/events, dates, incidents are based on the author's concept. It contains foul languages and any other inappropriate actions. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she found her self interacting with, to contracdict, sweet precious reality. doctor montoya was fazed out. everyone, charles roach, H, bucharest all came to gather what was slowly becoming a crazy human just like the priest, only that it was just the once famous therapist who lost her two patients to suicide , and not some unknown parrasite illness that she claimed all the time in her dillusions. montoya heard H whispering to philbert "Obsessive-co

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

Fill her deep with load after load so she cannot hide who bred her. My clit throbbed so bad I had to shift in the chair pressing my legs tighter to ease the ache but it only made me wetter. I could feel my panties getting damp the longer I read his raw fantasies about breaking in with a girl who sounded exactly like me. My pussy pulsed with every filthy word, my mind flashing unwanted images of him doing those things to me right here on this desk. Footsteps sounded right outside the door. I panicked and tried to shove the journal back but my hands fumbled and it landed half open on the desk just as the door swung open.