Am I Psychopath Novels & Stories

Remembering about it now, I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have played an awful game with a psychopath, cause a psychopath would forever be one: insane. The grey eyes was the psychopath, cause as soon as I stepped on him and I freed myself was as soon as I regretted every single shit.

Cane. “Love…” he came in with pursed lips and swiping on his hair. “I’ve got some news. His psychiatric test results are in. He is a clinically diagnosed psychopath and has a plethora of other mental illnesses. I’m sure he’s going to use it as his defense.” “So… it’s unlikely he’s going to jail?” I asked, afraid of the answer. “Yes, I’m not going to sugarcoat it. He might not rot in prison but he is going to a mental institution. I will make sure he’s locked up, I promise.”

I am really curious and I really want to know. "You have absolutely no idea how crazy you sound," I venomously spit at him and he chuckles. "There is no way I am going to stay here for any reason. Especially not with a psychopath like you. What mental disorder do you suffer from"I ask him cruelly and he only stares at me, like my words do not have any effect on him.

“So what’s his deal?” Antony asks Cheyenne while helping her clean the dishes. Dinner time dishes are Cheyenne’s to do but Antony is helping her as she is tired after the long shift. “He was stuck in a mental asylum and he isn’t from here either he is a New Yorker.” She tells him while washing up the last plate. “How did he end up here in Chicago?” He wipes the plate and puts it on the rack. “I don’t know I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with all the questioning but I know that he is madly in love with a girl and he wants to go to her.” She sighs while wiping her hand on the kitchen apron she is wearing. “Then why doesn’t he go to them? And he kind of creeps me out with his intense g

His eyes darkened as they flicked down to my lips, my heaving chest, the way my legs had parted just a little without me realizing. “The question,” he said, voice dropping to that dangerous timbre that made my core clench, “is whether I can live with myself if I take you tonight when you’re not sober enough to choose it fully. I already crossed that line once. Seven years ago. I was twenty-seven, telling myself you started it, that you begged so sweetly, that it wasn’t really on me because you wouldn’t stop grinding against me like you were starving. But I was the adult. I let it happen. And it’s haunted me ever since.” “That’s not the same,” I whispered, but my body betrayed me, leaning for

I have had wet dreams about her, fucked faceless bitches because of her. She had no idea what she had just walked into. My jaw flexed. My cock twisted. No, I wasn’t going to protect her from myself. I was going to take her. Claim her. Ruin her. She would be my plaything; my soft, writhing obsession. And I’d sink my teeth into her soul until she forgot who she was before me. Until she begged to never leave my bed. My sweet little doll. She fucking came back on her own.

“Of course, Doctor. I’m listening.” He adjusted his glasses, leaning forward slightly. “You seemed a bit distant. Tell me, are there any other problems you’ve been facing? Anything specific that brought you in today?” I swallowed hard, the humming between my legs making it difficult to think straight. “Actually... I’m really starting to feel like a psychopath,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “I’ve been following my crush everywhere. It’s getting... unhealthy.” Doc Tim offered a small, reassuring smile. He looked so professional, so calm, which only made the secret thrumming inside me feel more illicit.

"I don't need to. That person who took care of me, that person who spoke to me. Everything he does is a sign he isn't a psychopath! A psychopath lacks empathy and doesn't feel remorse. They lack conscience and guilt and refuse to take responsibility for their actions. That is no Jax." He's not a psychopath. I wouldn't blame him for turning into one if everyone throughout his life labelled him as one. "So you're saying the doctors his parents paid for were wrong?" Chase laughs. "Let me give you a scenario." I think about it and try to find one that shows that Jax isn't that. "A psychopath is the sort to want something, demand it is given to them. Then, when it's not, they will hurt the person

I called him before he could leave the room. “You have nothing to be guilty for, I might say I am a little disappointed, but I understand why you would go to such lengths.” He smiled, and a smile is supposed to make things better, but his smile simply made things worse for me. “I am a psychopath, and psychopaths are known to exhibit impulsive behaviors, everything you had ordered was for the sake of your protection—I understand. You don’t intend any offense and none was taken.” “I ordered them before we got married.” I confessed. “I had my doubts that I might not be safe with you, and honestly I thought the worst of you—but seeing is believing.”

“What was she doing with my children? Why can't she just leave you and them alone?” “Is that what this is about?” He stepped forward, his voice eerily calm now, “Your psychotic jealousy issues. They are so bad to the point that you have to hit Kiara!” Annie scoffed, baffled by the audacity, “Psychotic jealousy issues? This is unbelievable,” She snorted. “You know I’m right. I could have the police called on you right in this instance. That’s called abuse, Annie.” He shook his head, his temper rising each minute.