Pyschological Stories

Three years after being betrayed by the man she once loved, Jaea continues to live with the scars left by her first heartbreak. Just when she thought love was no longer meant for her, an unexpected person enters her life and slowly changes the direction of her story. But love is never that simple. As new feelings begin to grow, Jaea finds herself facing challenges that could either heal the wounds of her past or break her all over again. Will she have the courage to fight for this new love? Or will the pain she once carried destroy it before it even begins? Or will the past destroy the chance she never thought she'd have again?

After murdering Olivia's mother, Patrick Bateman is left raising their daughter alone in a luxury Manhattan apartment where appearances matter more than anything else. To the outside world, Patrick is perfect - rich, charming, attentive, and impossibly composed - the kind of father everyone admires. But behind closed doors, Olivia grows up surrounded by bloodstained secrets, whispered threats, and the terrifying realization that her father is a serial killer who never stopped murdering people. As she gets older, Patrick becomes more controlling and possessive, using fear to keep her silent while continuing to pretend they are a normal family. Trapped between loving him and fearing him, Olivia spends her life trying to survive a man nobody would ever believe was capable of hurting anyone, especially his own daughter.

Is it still abuse if you start yearning for the pain?

What would she do if her future self started texting her.... and every warning began to come true? At first, it felt like a glitch. A strange mistake she could easily ignore and forget. But then the messages started unfolding in real life... exactly as they were written. A choice she hadn't made yet. A moment she hadn't lived. A warning she couldn't escape. And soon, she realizes the most terrifying part isn't the messages themselves.... It's the possibility that she is already living the future it's trying to prevent.

A boy, grappling with the profound loss of his mother, embarks on a quest for vengeance against a corporation he believes is responsible for her death, using his writing skills to seek justice in a world filled with secrets and betrayals.

Detective Elias Navarro has dedicated his entire life to catching criminals, but a new case pushes him to the brink of obsession: a serial killer who leaves mysterious clues, riddles, and personal messages that seem directed only at him. As Elias delves into the mind of the criminal, he begins to discover that his pursuer knows him better than he himself would like to admit... But the most disturbing thing is not what the killer has done, but what Elias begins to feel for him. Will he be able to fulfill his duty... or will he be dragged into a connection as forbidden as it is dangerous?

Rylan had his heart torn away when his love was taken and brought to another planet. But could he really love her? Could he face the demons he had let loose in an effort to save her. But was saving one girl worth sacrificing who you are as a person? Is he willing to risk his humanity he once desperately fought to obtain to only save her. Could he jeopardize succumbing to the evil sword he wields? Is he strong enough to live with the anguish he has caused? " I apprieciate any votes, comments and reads i can get on my story. Thanks for helping it get more known" Thanks and credits for the needed help Gershon Daniel Ramirez Torres on the book cover.

Chetna exists in a surveillance-run quarantine where memory is a fragile construct. Navigating a geometric lattice of recursive lies and engineered complacency, she begins to question the very fabric of her surroundings. In this psychological sci-fi odyssey, existential doubt becomes the key to tearing down an illusionary reality. Quick Start Guide #1: INIT (presentation of the book's mechanics and lore) https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1hwy09BRgzPqFhoQMhGkeExiZj0GZ2mKA5Cv5hml0VME/edit?usp=sharing GestaltOS Orientation Video https://youtu.be/UG3CmRHez9A?si=z3Zq289TRcpmOZz1 NOTE: This is a preview of the first five chapters. Details are at the end of chapter 5 to join my beta reader program if you are interested in reading the whole story!

Besides, it seemed to be that Hikaru like Yoshiki, you could clearly see the way that he looked at him. A voice in your head even told you that they were far of much better with each other. They were more closer and didn't need someone like you. It's one of those feelings that you'd rather keep until the day you die and get rid of, you wouldn't much regret it. But the time that you grow up, you'd realize that it was just some weird silly crushes. This would go away eventually, and all of that really didn't matter right now. You sighed and extended your hand, standing near the edge of your bed to grab your electric guitar that was hanging steadily from the guitar hanger. The sound of rain was muffled, you couldn't hear anything besides that as the window of your room was closed, using your guitar right now could set the mood. A nice stormy night with a clean tone of your guitar. Taking a grasp near the neck, you were startled by the sudden slam of your door opening almost made the guitar slip from your hand. Yoshiki stood there and he stared at you with a troubled look. Wearing a rainjacket and boots, holding a flashlight, drenched - he was panting as if he's just ran a marathon under the rain. He told you something that made the guitar fall, it should have been a sound that caused you immense anger but that didn't matter now. You bolted outside your home, not listening to your mother's words for you to come back. The rain drenched you and your legs ached with every step, heart beating in a painfully sporadic way. Yoshiki was on your tail and Hikaru was somewhere in the mountains. *ੈ 𖤐‧₊˚ 𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗰𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗲2023 ༘⋆

A short story about a vase.

Lying is a used on a daily basis. Lies are tossed around lightly, used too often, or chucked straight into someone's face. It's all different. Some lies are powerful. Others are weak, puny, and small - white lies. People will say they never lie. Children will say their dog ate their homework. Teenagers will repeat again and again that they are okay. Adults always say that they weren't out that night. I will always say I never murdered Iona Rose. Statements and truths can be random. They can be something so obvious, or something belittled. But, what can I say, the truth is I never killed Iona Rose. Guess what? I lied.

This is the unedited edition to my story Jessie! Hope you enjoy!

It is interesting how sometimes a single mistake from the past can come back to haunt you in unexpected ways. The weight of guilt is suffocating, making it hard to move on with your life. Have you forgotten the people who you hurt by your actions? And do you deserve such freedom? But can you justify your actions? Can you say that you deserve to live a life free of consequences? These are questions that only you can answer, Flame. Flame sinned nearly four years ago, and karma has come for him. If he hadn't pressured his friends to venture with him into a restricted area, which was when he unknowingly released the Scarlet Parasite, they might still be here. Everything seemed fine at first, but the consequences of his actions finally caught up with him. The parasite spread like wildfire, wiping out entire towns each night. The infected turned into monstrous beings, relentlessly hunting down the few survivors. An apocalypse created by the one they call The Mother. Spiritual Energy is running haywire, turning them nearly indestructible. Even the most distinguished people from the Sapphire Clan and the Masked Angels Camelia struggle to take them down. Flame is now faced with the duty to find a way to fix the mess he started while also hiding the treacherous secret from everyone around him. **TRIGGER WARNING*** Contains sensitive material such Violence, Gore, Drugs, and a large number of character deaths. So read with caution. #2 orphans

When the chaos of the world becomes too heavy and loneliness creeps in, she finds herself seeking the only presence that ever truly calmed her. But fate - relentless and ironic - never fails to bring her back to him, even if she's not ready. Though she resists, someone is quietly making his way back - returning not to a place, but to the one person who always felt like home. For him, serenity was never a state of peace - it was her. Only her. Always her. This story follows two souls who once became one, then fell apart - not through hate, but silence. Eight years have passed. She endured heartbreak and struggles. He spiraled into addiction and self-destruction. Life, as if allergic to serenity and love, tore their paths in opposite directions. But now, fate stirs again. Through a child's eyes, through unexpected reconnections, they face the ghosts of what was. Will the truth behind the silence finally unfold? And more importantly, will they ever find the peace - and the love - they both desperately need?

Read into the mind of a stalker on his journey to stalking his last victim. Rights passed to @DCKing09

--- The Second of Death - Chapter One (English and Uzbek) (Inglizcha - O'zbekcha) Tinglang... Chunki bu hikoya hali tugamagan. --- [English] I was there. I always am. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. Just... as a witness. They never see me. But I see them - all of them - right before the second of death. It always happens at 3:17. Not a minute earlier, not a second late. Famous, forgotten, innocent, guilty - death makes no exception. That night, a scream split through the silence of a luxury apartment. Blood on the piano. Body in the tub. And a message - written with trembling hands across the mirror: "The second has begun." --- [O'zbekcha] Men u yerda edim. Doim bo'laman. Qahramon emasman. Najotkor ham emas. Faqat... guvohman. Ular meni hech qachon ko'rmaydi. Lekin men ularni ko'raman - barchasini - o'lim soniyasidan oldin. Bu har doim soat 3:17 da sodir bo'ladi. Na bir daqiqa oldin, na bir soniya keyin. Mashhurlar, unutilganlar, begunohlar,8 aybdorlar - o'lim hech kimni ayamaydi. O'sha tun, hashamatli kvartirada jimjitlikni chinqiriq yorib o'tdi. Pianinoda qon. Vannada jasad. Va oynaga titroq bilan yozilgan xabar: "Ikkinchi bosqich boshlandi.'' Muallif: iroda_amatova. English and Uzbek version.

A psychological horror story

I am not a criminal. I do no ask for much. Just silence. And if not silence, then actual, beautiful music. Like back in the day when Beethoven reigned. No, not this, this is noise. Now it is only noise. Not only that, but everything in this generation is wrong. Rape, hate, unnecessary violence. I believe that I am sent from God to silence those who do wrong. So they can be burn in hell for the rest of their pathetic, spiritual existence. I am not a murderer, yet a hero. But if it is your turn to meet your punishment, Dear God, you better Scream Silently.

heavily inspired from "tales from the cafe" japanese novel work in progress

Written By: Kekoa Gordon This short story features a group of pillagers who go on a village raid to take the goods, kill the men, and enslave the women; however, things go sideways when they realize that they are walking into a death trap.