Sick Characters Novels & Stories

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

It makes me feel so burn out. "Fuck." He curses. "Ms. Carol, please bring a warm water and a towel here. Dhaxzy had a runny nose." Icki lay me down on the sofa bed and I slowly close my eyes until I see nothing but darkness. Saicki's POV I do not know why Dhaxzy reacted like this since Kirke, Eito and Leim arrived the house. He collapses and even sneezing. His nose become runny and he keep on mumbling while sleeping. I smack my forehead, why this such thing happen suddenly. I wish Dhaxzy will be okay. I understand his situation that he is easy to get those sickness, germs, bacteria, and even virus since he and Gried lives in such house that prone in those before.

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

"What did he do to you? Did he cause this injury?" Saxon's character was highly questionable. When Mr. Marcus thought about his reputation in the social circles, a surge of anger rose within him. Not only was this guy bisexual, but he was also a very twisted bisexual who enjoyed playing perverted tricks. In other words, he had a strong sadistic impulse, commonly known as SM. The Ghost Gang had information about Saxon in Italy, stating that he often displayed a terrifying state by playing with and tormenting young boys and girls he was fond of. Moreover, he preferred some sexually submissive toys, particularly drawn to innocent high school students. Anyone he set his sights on, regardless of

' Sesh cuts in, her eyes sparkling with envy and something much more disturbing, like darkness and despair. At that moment, Tammy realized she lost her friend. The person in front of her is not Sesh she knows so well. On the contrary, this maniacal girl with curly locks is nothing more than a victim of a dreadful disease. Thank you, Sesh, darling.' Luther intervenes, shifting his blind stare to her and caressing her cheek. Sesh welcomes his touch completely bewitched by his sickly authority. Watching the two of them so close together makes Tammy sick to her stomach and she can't help it but frown repulsed.

- I'll sort it out, you go to confession. They left the place as big mafia bosses, but inside they were impressed by the amount of sick people in that place and not only sick in body but also sick in mind, you could see in their faces and even more in their eyes, they were not even human anymore, there was no expression of souls in those people.

"They're not as tolerant as Alessandro has been, Jordan. Hell, I don't even know why Alessandro hasn't killed you yet." My mouth fell open. Carlo wanted me gone too? Like Scarface and mop hair, was he also one of those who didn't like my presence? "Maybe, because I haven't done anything wrong to him. I'm innocent." I wouldn't consider myself innocent though. I manipulated people to get what I wanted. I sold drugs to people; something that was against the law. If anything, I was deserving of punishment, but not by Alessandro's hands since he'd done worse to humanity and one of the most important rules apart from Omerta, was that you didn't kill the innocent.

when the empty white space she had brown accustomed to turned black. “FUCK YOU BOB! YOU TRAITOR!! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE BLACK!!” A low chuckle sounded from her left side and finally hearing response from a real existence elated her much more than she could ever tell. “Silly” the person said, and it sounded like it was a ‘he’

“I thought you were gone.” “Takes more than a psycho AI and a few volts to kill me,” he said. “But I’m… stuck, Sienna. I can’t feel anything. I can’t move. Just… data currents. Like I’m a ghost swimming through wires.” She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth. “We’ll fix it. I’ll bring you back.” “Yeah, about that…” His voice softened. “You sure that’s a good idea? You’re still wired to this thing. I can feel your neural pattern bleeding into mine. If we’re not careful—”

Such a clinchè plot but at the same time unique because of their personalities. I couldn't tell if it was the character who was sick in the head or the author, given how much the author loved to make psychopath and schemer characters then she would just discard those cannon fodders and treated them as those someone who could make the protagonist step on to make them stronger every day. “Thanks for your concern, I appreciate it. It would happen next time.” I said with a smile as I started digging into the dishes that were served in front of me. Angus sighed and let out a small smile. “There won't be next time.”