Historias de Pychotic

" කිමද රාවණා.. නුඹ නේන කාරණා.. " ..සිහින මන්දෝදර් අධිකාරම්.. " කාරණා මම කියන්නම් පෑරෙනා හිත හදන්නම්.. වේදනා පිස නිවන්නම්.. රාවණා මා මන්දෝදරී.. " ..නිර්වාන්ය රාවණන් පත්මපෙරුම..

They say the king has no heart. They say he was born with cruelty in his veins and shadows in his soul. And they say no one survives loving him. She is a doctor who believes even the most broken souls can be healed. She never wanted a crown. She never wanted a throne. She never wanted him. _________________________________________________________________ But destiny is merciless. Forced into a marriage written by power and sealed by silence, she enters a palace where secrets breathe through the walls and sins whisper in the dark. ------------------------------ He rules with fear. She lives with hope. ............................... When a healer meets a king who has forgotten how to feel, their worlds collide in fire and shadows. This is not a fairytale. This is a story of pain, power, forbidden desire, and slow-burning love. Because some hearts are not broken... they are buried.

a girl who doesn't let touch even a small thing which belongs to her what would she do when it's person ? ... Read this story of obsession and its power to cross all limits and change a person into something who never want to be

In my dark head I found light. Hey everybody 🖤 This is a Wenclair slow burn story that is told from the perspective of Wednesday Addams. It has a little bit of everything: dry humor, dark thoughts, sweet moments, and Enid being like a bright ray of chaotic sunshine! This is not a quickly developed romance. It is about two roommates who develop feelings for each other and the personal growth each character goes through. It also depicts Wednesday learning how to care about someone (and herself) against her will. Please leave your comments or feedback if you enjoyed this chapter. Feel free to vote if you would like to vote on this chapter. Let me know what some of your favorite moments are as we go along! . Thank you very much for reading! If you have read this chapter, you're already dead; I mean it as a compliment!

*Editing* Valentine Addams share some characteristics as her sister Wednesday but she was more accepting to some things. When she gets sent to Nevermore earlier than her sister, she starts to realize she's finally found a place that feels like a second home and family with new friends... but of course not everything can go smoothly. (A/N: Might need some editing again since some things still slip past me)

There were plenty of types of people in the asylum . There were people who thought the walls were people , there were people who killed there families, there were people who heard voices in their head telling them to do horrible things . It seemed like a normal hospital but then things started to change . The doctors started interviewing the patients on the things they were most afraid of and that's when the doctors combined a sleeping pill with an hallucination pill and that made them see things that weren't really there and made them think they was running but they was really just standing still . There was no escape !

17 year old Xean (pronounced the same way as Shawn) Braxton and secretly the prince of neverland is someone who seems like they have their shit in order. He has the looks, the brains, and his family is still toghether. How many teenagers could say that? But underneath all of that is a broken guy who just wants to get by in life with what little he has. He doesn't live with his parents he lives with his cousin Chandler, he moved in with her as soon as he was old enough to leave, he never looked back at his past. Mostly because it haunted him, his brothers death made a huge impact on him, not that but also him coming out. *THIS BOOK IS A ROLLERCOASTER*

"You don't know how much I missed you, daisy." After his best friend Jackson has a breakdown and runs away from town Roman faces the deep reality of who he is and the difference between the hurt and pure monsters. Roman seeing Jackson now just as a broken man like himself he can realize that Jackson is not better nor worse then himself.

Lucy was walking on the outskirts of the forest when suddenly she saw a figure walking towards her. Who could that be and what is it doing?

This is a story I got inspiration from another writer. It's about Caleb Finn having a twin brother he never knew of!What happens if they fall for the same girl?? Read to find out!!!

Everyone always talks about how the innocent girl falls in love with the psycho, but we're not all innocent. We're actually more crazier than you think. We can be your worst nightmare and an angel all wrapped into one. I'm not sure what anyone sees in us... Maybe that's what makes them psychotic.

The fear of loving is the fear of loosing. She loved and lost what she never truly had to begin with.

Mixed drinks. Mixed feelings. Mixed emotions. A collection of random thoughts in my messy head.

Hello people... It's my first story that I'm posting on wattpad. There might be errors so please ignore that and no hate please. Pls pm me and give me suggestions for improvement

The fort was sealed. The case was buried. The truth was never finished. Months after the events that should have ended everything, the shadows return-quiet, patient, and watching. The old fort still stands in the forest, holding answers no one was brave enough to uncover completely. What was hidden once is beginning to surface again. Fragments of the past resurface: coded symbols, forgotten records, and a murder that refuses to stay silent. Guilt lingers, trust fractures, and every secret uncovered only leads to darker questions. This time, the danger isn't about finding the truth. It's about surviving it. Because some shadows don't follow you from the forest- they live inside you. "The fort didn't ruin us. It only revealed what we already were." "Some murders end with death. Ours began after it." "You can lock a place... but you can't lock a secret." "The shadow wasn't outside anymore. It was within us." "We thought the silence meant peace. It was only waiting."

It's not your typical horror story. Your morals will be tested and the line between right and wrong needs to be found...

1956, A girl in Paris abandoned at a young age by her 'loving parents' was found by a seemingly caring middle aged man, he needs someone to rely on as he grows into his elderly years , someone young and who knows no different than to keep him fed.

✨ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: She was always the quiet one - the girl who smiled even when her world was falling apart. People called her strong, but no one saw the nights she broke down just to rebuild herself by morning. Life taught her to stay silent, but her heart whispered louder: "You deserve peace too." One day, she stopped apologizing for existing. She stopped shrinking to make others comfortable. She began to choose herself - slowly, softly, but completely. 🌙 Now, she isn't waiting for fate to be kind... she's writing her own story. Because sometimes, Kismat isn't what you're given - it's what you decide to become. 💫

Echoes of Imagination: The Daydreamer's Odyssey" is a captivating tale of Miteki Yamada, whose innocent daydreaming spirals into a consuming obsession. Lost in her vivid fantasies, Miteki discovers a surreal ability to manifest her daydreams into reality. However, she soon realizes that her fantasies have a life of their own, blurring the lines between her imagination and the real world. As she grapples with this newfound power, Miteki embarks on a journey where she must confront the consequences of her deepest desires and navigate the thin boundary between dreams and reality.

I'd never thought this would happen. Having no feeling at all. Not even the numbness I have is a feeling anymore. Its merely just a phase. Because soon, I will have absolute nothing to live for, no family or friends or enemies to hunt and hurt. I'll have nothing. Just like I have no map to the maze in my head. "Its just impulses" they say to me, while I sit in their blank room, listening to their blank opinions and seeing their blank faces. Not even the most complicated art is something to me. Its just blank. My head is a series of phases and impulses if we want to get technical. That word itself just makes me have a sudden impulse. But that will have to wait. Impulses are just our brain's way of saying that our mind is about to take over, and you might think that your mind and brain is the same bit quite frankly, they are different. The brain stores your memories and emotions. It contacts different parts of your body every single second, like right now as I write this. The mind, however, is a very dark place to adventure in. Even if your innocent and sweet because one day, that naive mind will become a sinner. We all are destined to die, and we are all destined to sin. Children sin by stealing a piece of candy from the jar, or maybe by not listening to their parents when asked to clean their room. No matter the age, we sin at one point and we keep doing it like its a drug. My point is, why does the mind have to be such a great of a thing when all it does is send impulses?