Psycho Novels & Stories

I'm Tari" I let go of my chest and moved in the piano seat. "Senior Tari?". "Just call my Tari". I nod and look face the piano. "I see sey something dey my mind and it's you". I whispered and of course I hit the wrong note. "Umm, let me help with that". He suddenly said. I felt him take a seat right next to me so close, I move a bit. "Breathe and let the music flow from your mind, heart to your fingers. You seem to have a l ot on your mind". Imagine witnessing a murder without reporting and now you're seeing the ghost of the person.

If Luca really had a hand in all of this, then what exactly was I doing sitting here crying like that would change anything? Crying wasn’t going to protect me. It wasn’t going to bring anyone back. And it definitely wasn’t going to stop a man who could order an entire pack to be wiped out without blinking. “He’s a psycho…” I whispered, my fingers curling slightly against the bed as anger started mixing with the fear. Because that’s what he would be. A psycho. Someone who smiles in your face and promises you safety while planning your destruction behind your back. And the scary part… He was good at it.

Niko I'm in a state of shock, my mind swirling in a dizzying whirlpool of confusion and disbelief. I never anticipated finding myself in this situation, yet a curious sense of validation wells up within me. It's as if a deep-seated instinct reassures me that, despite being under the sway of something invisible, an anger that rules my brain, I am still firmly in control and haven't lost my grip on reality.

You are really one god-damned psycho. REX/ THE BASTARD/ GOOD DAMMED PSYCHO: you think. Imagine all the fun ways I can kill you. Taking out one organ after the other. AUTHOR: Hell. I didn't sign up for this. *Runs away with inhuman speed.* Now where is our Zacky body. ★★★★★ AUTHOR: oh my gwad Zack. How are you doing? ZACK: Am fine. Thank you bekky6. AUTHOR: So how do you feel about having a male mate?

I opened my mouth and then closed it. Because I literally had no logical answer. And from a distance... Katrina was frantically signaling for me to continue. I hate her. I really hate her. I took a small breath and said nervously, "Because... I like talking to him." Silence fell. Even the birds seemed to stop singing. Gabriel looked at me without any expression. But I felt something frightening behind his calmness. Meanwhile, Leo looked as if he wanted to disappear from the world. Then Gabriel said in a very low voice,

"And I don't need to snoop to see you're pissed. You're radiating it like a space heater." Lucas scoffed and looked at the ceiling. "See? This is exactly why this is a bad idea. I don't want a partner who narrates my internal monologue. It’s a violation of privacy. It’s creepy." "It's part of her skill set, Hale," Mercer interrupted. "And you're going to work with it, not fight it." "I don't need a mind reader to do my job," Lucas snapped. "I’ve been tracking Scars for years. I know his patterns. I know his routes."

He trailed off his head lulling as he slumped further in his seat. “And I’m alone again.” I stared at him. How long had it been since I had seen him sleep? Years perhaps. He looked so peaceful, not at all the usual scowl he held for me. Well… He held that look for everything else in life. I lifted my book, scanning over the words. Now I knew where we were headed, I kicked off my slippers, crossing my legs. It was so nice to be out of the house. Well… being home insured that I wouldn’t upset Triston. If I were out, I could cheat. If I worked, I could cheat. If I were happy, I would cheat. If I- my eyes pressed closed. Too much was brewing in my mind. May have been the hangover- or maybe just

The simple word, typed in stark white against the black screen, held a universe of pain, a lifetime of self-doubt. "You've got me messed up in ways I don't even have names for." Before she could fully process the weight of that confession, another message arrived, each word a hammer blow to her carefully constructed defenses,threat-ening to shatter them completely. Johnny: "When you talk to someone else, I feel it in my teeth." Jealousy, raw and possessive, dripped from the words, a primal instinct laid bare. "When you smile at someone else, I lose my damn mind."

“Is this my life now??” Reddit. I needed Reddit. I rolled over, grabbed the phone, thumbs flying. r/AskCrazy How do I save a psycho? Top comment (2 seconds later): Easy. Do whatever makes YOU happy with him. Happiness is contagious. Reply directly under it: This. Feed him your vibe and watch him catch it. I sat up slowly. A grin spread across my face. Do what makes me happy. I know exactly what to do. Roundy materialized again, looking like he already had a headache.

If she is left here for long she is going to be damn sick. "I can't believe I'm going to die in the silence" she muttered, mocking her condition. She has always fantasized, dying in a music concert, so she could shake her body till her last breath. She stood up and tried to find her way around the room but she stumbled on something and fell on the floor twisting her ankle in the process. "Fuckkkkk" she cried out. Adriana might be strong, stubborn and annoying but one thing she can't deal with is silence it eats her up faster than any poison. Darkness breaks her more than a chemical would.