Psychotique Novels & Stories

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.

There's something wrong with his brain. "You..are mad." "I've already told you many times, I'm not mad." He dropped the weapon on the floor and looked at me with the deadliest eyes and bloodlust. "I'm just a psycho."

“What was your old pack like? We’re you exiled or released? We kinda have a pool going. I’m betting on exiled with that attitude your wolf has.” “I don’t know what your talking about and why do you guys keep saying my wolf? Are you all crazy?” I said as I came out of the bathroom. Beta Lucas sat on the bed with a hard thud. His eyes grew large as he looked around the room then at me. “Wait! Holy shit! You don’t even know what you are do you?” “My therapist says I’m schizophrenic with a dissociative disorder. Guess I should have opened with that. I’m a doctor diagnosed crazy person.”

He leaned over to Gilbert as he lowered his voice, "Actually, I heard that there's a drug that'll make you mentally unstable if you take it for a long time." Gilbert looked serious, "Mentally unstable?" "Yes. It's a psychotropic substance. I've heard that if someone takes it, that person will start constantly having nightmares. After taking it for a long time, it would cause the person to hallucinate and be unable to distinguish dreams and reality. After that, the person would suffer a mental disorder."

he stated plainly. (A/N: I wish I could just put the scene the way it was running in my mind. He was acting like a total maniac at the back of my head. Like some psycho. This was what I had in my mind while writing this scene + what a maniac is he... Oh God)

"I never cared about that when he tried to kill me or stole from me or broke my door, I know he is dangerous but he became dangerous because of something I want to find out." "We can't allow you in there alone he could literally..." "Let him do anything he wants to do, you are disrupting my job and you know exactly what that could cost you if I decide to repost this case." he looked completely taken aback by my words as he stopped. "Oh great! It's her just let her be Demon she won't listen to you, it's the famous crazy psychiatrist" a man came out of nowhere and I have no idea who he is. "Who are you?"

I was about to flip. “Be my girlfriend,” he said again with a serious tone. More phone cameras were recording us. I was about to say, ‘Do you want me to test your neuropsychiatric function?’ Because there is a condition called erotomania, where the patient believes that everyone is in love with him. Or perhaps, he has a narcissistic personality disorder. Or, it might be that he has hit himself in the head and the lesion created delusions for him. But before I could do that, he just had to say these two lines.

Whatever. But I had read it, skulking just inside the park entrance and probably looking like one of the junkies that queued up outside the drop-in centre in town. I'd love to have said it had been a riveting read, but there was nothing in the two-page glossy pamphlet that inspired me. Paranoia. Anxiety attacks. And the plot twist? Full-blown psychosis. The individual can lose touch with reality and experience visual and auditory hallucinations.

" Stop reading my mind, and if you hate my boring version this much why bother making me your bride in the past, or one of your puppets now? " I asked him pushing him away but he grabbed my jaw as I looked at his eyes. His left hand is behind my back. " shaping people's minds is what I do best, you're not too hard for me to fix, but you were too weak and blind by your love for that dog. " I bit my lips afraid of him when he whispered in my ear. " If my puppet thinks of other things but me of course I will get angry, you should be careful. " He is too narcissistic.

He looks as though he’s having an out of body experience. His whole body stills and his dick softens inside me. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I push myself backward, propping myself up by my elbow, my suspicious and bewildered gaze on him. His remains still, his expression stoic, a certain kind of darkness creeping into his eyes. I gulp, subtly sliding his dick out of me, immediately wrapping my sore body up with the blood stained duvet. “The guy is insane. He probably has a personality disorder because one minute he was all over me and the next he fazed out and then blinked a few times and forgot who I was. He was even asking where he was and shit. He probably took some drugs.”