Switched Personalities Novelas e Histórias

I say and take a step toward him. “Exactly as Demi described it,” he starts. “I asked him over the mind link about Levi and said the same thing. He’s the Levi we know during the day, the Levi you grew up with. But as soon as the sun sets, he changes and becomes brutal and rabid to the point that Divan has to knock him out with wolfsbane.” This makes no sense. There’s no way someone could just flip a switch when the sun goes down. Supernatural creatures don’t even do that! The only thing that could alter a personality that quickly could be–

The words were so fucking quiet I barely heard. “Ever. Not the way he did. Trust me, darlin’. Believe me.” “I do.” She took a deep breath then sat up. Her hands fell away from me and I loosened my grip on her body when she tilted her head back to look at me. “Do you have multiple personalities?” “What do you mean?” My lips quirked. “One minute you’re storming in here being all rude, then the next you’re being sexy, then you’re being sweet.”

I had only a few minutes left before my psychology exam started. I was feeling very tired and dizzy. I wanted to throw up and I felt like collapsing in the faculty corridor. Since Damian left, I've been having a frequent change of personalities— Illy and Scarlett have been occupying my body and they controlled all of me. They must have spent more time in reality than I did this week. Only my medication helped me control my emotions to study for the finals, or else I wasn’t going to be able to open a book.

“So the matters that happened between you and Jenson, Robert has zero clue about it.” Whitney placed a knife on Baby Robbie’s neck and said, “Well, change back then.” Baby Robbie swallowed his saliva. “How on earth do I change back? I don’t even know when I’ll be switching personalities again.” Whitney said, “I don’t believe you. You must have a method for switching.”

I violently pulled myself from Cian’s memory with the mesmerizing fog dissipating from his mind immediately as I thrust my body from his lap and clenched my throbbing head with the pain growing increasingly painful. The sensation of needles penetrating my skull overtook me as I cried out as my face repeated itself within my mind, her eyes were the same as mine only there was an alternate personality behind them, a different personality remained within. I couldn’t help but believe that I was everything that she embodied only that part of my soul was locked away waiting to be unleashed.

The same wall of silence he had run into a thousand times before. Finally, Marken’s voice came, quieter. “An experiment on multiple personalities. You can look it up yourself. A single person can have thirteen… fifteen… sometimes more than a hundred identities.” The alter ego froze. Something about Marken’s tone felt wrong—too deliberate, too measured. Like a man telling half a truth. “So what, I’m just one of your… splits?” he asked, bitterly. “You could see it that way,” Marken replied.

In my previous life, I had dedicated everything to caring for Zachary's special condition. I personally handled every aspect of his life, from his meals to his medical care. I even constantly monitored his emotional state to prevent any dangerous episodes. Despite everything, he still betrayed me in the end. I was the one who had told him the old wives' tale about scattered ashes preventing reincarnation. It was just a casual dinner conversation, yet he had ultimately used it against me. Since fate had given me a second chance and showed me his true colors, I would not make the same mistakes again. This time, no matter what happened to him—whether he lived or died—it was no longer my problem

Sometimes elevated and others irritable. The second one was Schizophrenia, which caused distortions in his emotions, thinking, and self-behavior that can result in a loss of memories, suicidal thoughts, and a blurred sense of identity. Which was the case in front of her. Nyx was switching to an alternate identity. He was feeling the presence of two or more people talking or living inside his head, and he may feel as though he's possessed by other identities. Each identity may have a unique name and wants to be dominant over the other. Which prouve Dr.Jimin's information. But maybe they should kiss their luck because Nyx was trapped between just two personalities, not more.

Emily asked. “I am not. Alora’s mind is broad but weak. Every time she feels hurt or she’s scared, she will create a new personality inside her. She doesn’t even know about it. Camila wasn’t the craziest one she created. There’s another one, but she’s still sleeping. Alora will decide when she will wake up.” She continued. “How do you know all of this?” Luke asked. From what he remembered, Dr.Richards said that each personality didn’t know what the others were thinking. Alora also doesn’t remember what her other personalities have done when she switched with them.

She switched off the light, adjusted the blanket, and quietly left the room. The soft light of dawn peeked through my window, nudging me awake. Groggy-eyed, I stretched and kicked off my blankets, readying for the day. As I undressed, my phone began ringing loudly. It was an old friend from the Scorpio pack. We hadn't talked in ages since she left to be with her mate in another pack. She shared the happy news of having a new pup, inviting me to visit once she came by the pack. But things in my life had taken a different, rough, and unplanned turn.