Am I Psychopath Novels & Stories

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”

"It took you long enough to figure me out,I'm quite disappointed in you,you are so weak" "What do you want?"Luca asked him, looking at himself in the mirror and seeing the way his eyes changed easily. He needed to suppress this side of his before he went insane,not only was he a lover of blood,he derived in seeing him too in pain,he was clearly a psychopath. "I think that question needs to be figured out by you,you created me so you know the reason for doing that ''The other personality said laughing evilly,loving the mind games he was playing with him.

I mind linked Tanner. “Tanner I am feeling ill, I am staying in my room today. Make sure no one disturbs me.” I said to him. “Sure, thing Harper, are you okay?” He asked me. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Just give me some time.” I closed the mind link. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. What do I do now? I won’t stay with a man who cheats on me. I have more pride than that. It is late evening now.

He added, and paused. What a psycho, I said to myself trying to control the urge to roll my eyes. "Is that all?" I asked him. "You're a psychopath," I said without waiting for his response. "It's obvious all what your obnoxious mind wanted was power," I said to him.

"And I'm supposed to be impressed?" He smiled again. "Well, aren't you? It's not every day that you meet a guy who can be sexy as well as handle the sight of guts and a severed head without throwing up." "I would say the men who are disgusted by the sight of it are actually normal, while you are quite the contrary," I said. Jackson laughed again. "Psychopaths are actually pretty normal." He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement."

“But that’s my definition of service that you were talking about. Isn’t that what you meant? I can serve you.” I can sever your head. I gritted my teeth and tried to stop myself from thinking too much. I could clearly feel that there was something wrong with me. I suddenly imagine myself severing his head and watching him scream from agony and pain, and I was there, smiling, looking at him in satisfaction as I watched his blood stain the floor. Am I going to be a psychopath? I shook my head and tried to stop myself from thinking about it. I don’t want to become a mass murderer who would murder for fun.

The charm of demons might even be a bit more alluring. "Hey so.. let's say if... i mean.. well.." I didn't know how I should even put it into words without throwing up. What kind of a person was I ? A psychopath ? Sociopath ? No , I do feel emotions so that can't be it. A sadist? Maybe. But not for everyone. Is there a term known as selective sadism? "Have you killed people?" I ask him. I didn't mean to sound offensive and I was sure that I put it in a genuine manner, hopefully.

The maniac gave us such a fright that my people still haven't gotten rid of the memory of that day, and most of them walk around Lenox on their tiptoes whenever he comes over to visit. "It betted don't be another fucking bomb like last time," Luka voices my thoughts. Great, now one of my brothers is a little mad, and the other one can read my mind. I'm fucked. "Luka, do you think I'm a psychopath or something?" Lenox gasps, and I can picture the little shit holding his hand over his heart as if someone just shocked and hurt him at the same time. Luka rolls his eyes, "As a matter of fact, yeah. Yes, I think you're a psychopath, but I can't rule out the possibility of you being a sociopath eit

He had seen me cry so much in the past few days, I can't let it happen again. “He is simply psychopathic.” “What did you say?’’

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table. "I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch. "Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking. "I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.