Schizo: A Novels & Stories

People huddled in fear convinced the two dominant Alphas could destroy one building before the turn of the day. "Don't take Nadia's name. What do you want?"Adam Smith bluffs while bandaging Zico's clients' wounds and intends to erase their memories. But the trauma will come back when you see Zico's face anytime and anywhere. It seems like each other's personal psychiatrist doctors would be overwhelmed as well if the culprit was the same person. "I thank Ms. Martinez for the best presentation I've seen in my life and the helpful information I've gathered on my staff this year," Zico said, stopping the bleeding from his nose. Hopefully it will not be problematic to look disheveled when facing

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

"I'm really sorry. She's my sister, Sydney is her name. I'm Kiah. Just call me that, or else people will think of us we're crazy. " I nod. "Yeah. Anyways, from now on call me Klev. Klevo Montez to be exact. But when we get back, you'll call me Agent 66, " said by Agent--Klev. I nodded again. "How about yours? " My eyes shifted from Klev to Kiah and vice versa. I'm not comfortable to say my real name to others. I feel like I can't trust them that much and even my name, I don't want them to know.

She has mint green covers and pillows, and her chair in the corner next to her massive walk-in wardrobe is also mint green with cream and gold pillows. Yes, we see each other at school, but that talk is usually about school and other bits and bobs since there are so many unwanted ears around. It's hard to have meaningful conversations without people listening. It was so hard trying to keep Zander a secret last night. I nearly slipped up once or twice. Chloe was too engrossed in babbling about her and Bobby to notice. I'm not sure about Skyla. That girl is still a mystery to me sometimes. She just sat silently, listening to our conversation. I hoped everything at home was okay. We don’t know

“I, Antonio Costa, of the Brazilian Group, release my power to you, Ms. Sincere Rose Zyte.” “I, Alezeya Williams, of the Georgia Group, release my power to you.” “I, Jessica Maine, of the Washington Group, release my power to you.” “I, Noah Timber, of the New Mexico Group, release my power to you.” “I, Nakia Ahmed, of the Canadian Group, release my power to you.” The moment I’ve been waiting for has come. I stand across from Lana. Though she is keeping her composure I know she hates this.

Joshua's pov: I got up from the bench and about to walk then-- "Don't!" came the voice from behind me. I turned around to face her. "What?" I say more like a question. "Don't go, you can sit here" she said in a monotone voice. Is she bipolar? I thought. "Why are you bipolar? First you said go away and now you are saying don't go." I voiced my thoughts, getting annoyed. She stare at me for few seconds and look away without saying anything.

I want him to choose me over this stupid fake business trip. Sighing, I close my eyes and allow sleep to take me, but just as I am on the fringes of a deep sleep, I hear Fenriz’s voice echoing in my mind, and everything comes to a screeching halt as my world gets imploded at his words. “...Umiko will never forgive me for what I’m about to do….”

Who's there? Unknown voice: I am Aziz Sheikh. How are you? I needed to search a lot for your phone number. Me: Aziz Sheikh... Oh, Aziz. My colleague Aziz. Wow, man. It has been a long time since we talked. I am doing well. What about you? Aziz: Yes, I am your colleague Aziz. I am doing well in health but by mental peace, I am so disturbed in that way. Me: Is everything all right?

Sensing my gaze, she glanced at me. "Why are you here?" she asked. "I sometimes have bad thoughts," I replied, and she turned to face me, putting her feet up on the chair. "Me too. Well, kinda," she said, giggling. "Mommy says it's called cheeso-frenia." I laughed, shaking my head. "Schizophrenia," I corrected, and she grinned. "That's the one. People think it's scary, but I think it's cool," she smiled, playing with her fingers. It was hard to believe she was actually so young.

The patient really has schizoaffective disorder. Mike and I looked at each other and I can see that he, same as me, didn't expect that Maze was quite a big brain. And a conceited one! I looked at Mac and his expressions clearly show defeats. He also looks upset but couldn't do anything cause it's obvious that he lost and that picking on Maze is not a good idea at all. 'Well, who would've thought that this arrogant vocalist is smart?' I looked at Maze and he's just staring blankly at the screen and sighed as if he's already bored.