Am I Psychopath Novels & Stories

With a better feel for who I am, what I like, and the types that would be open to my regimen, it’s ninety, ten on my end. I may never believe that numbers and letters go together, but I’m not some dumb grunt incapable of math. I know when shit adds and shit tracks, just like I know the world revolves around numbers, and we’re more or less walking, talking, statistics. There’s something for everyone. Otherwise, the world wouldn’t spin. And this is where the key distinctions of sociopath versus psychopath come in. My ego is as big as I am, and couldn’t be if it weren’t fed. Long and short, I need to be needed.

at least not in a city, well maybe in a village, in Texas. Hmm, how psychopath looks? I heard that they look like normal people, maybe one of those quiet persons... You know, those men with glasses and a kind smile, who are slim, and not physically strong, and you never would say that this person could do any harm, even for a fly. But this old man, well he doesn't look like he couldn't do any harm, no...he has something evil, he doesn't smile a lot too. He doesn't have that kindly creepy smile like with it he would try to tell: 'don't be afraid go with me, I will give you a candy if you will...

" What's the plan." My lips curled up. It's about time I lived up to the name the world gave me. A psychopath? Nah...I'll be worse than that when I get my hands on those who hurt my girl.

Or if it is all an act to appear human. I think that’s a very important fact to know about a man. And what a relationship to him would entail. I mean, I know he can be a controlling bastard and overwhelmingly aggressive and hostile. He dishes out punishments and biting, wounding words without a thought. I know nothing about the psyche or behaviours of such people or what is normal for them. I may have to g****e ‘how do I know if my lover is a psychopath?’ to get some sort of clue on this.

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

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.

The coldness of the water seeped into my bones. Was he trying to get me sick ? I pounded against his wet shoulders as I fought against him now, I didn't care if I was screaming aloud, hell I wanted someone to hear me and rescue me from this psychopath. I thought Grey had come along with him, why wasn't he helping? Ace might be committing a murder and he just wouldn't care? Such sick loyalty. "Ace l..let go please!!" I sputtered out. He suddenly backed me against the shower wall, now I was completely drenched and visibly shivering while he completely appeared to be unaffected.

she added. “Hi handsome, may I know how can I help?” The other woman sitting in a chair said to me and winked after. “I’m a psychologist and I’m here to meet my client,” I said calmly as I approach the woman I wanted to see and strike up a conversation with. I still didn’t know her reason for trespassing my house, yesterday. Although her intentions seemed to be not dangerous and looking innocent. Maybe I still had the right to ask. “Seems like the one who trespassed my house last night is the one I looking at this moment,” I was giving him the stares that every girl I meet falls into.

I expected it " And what's that? What am I now? " I asked her. " You are an obsessed lover who is teetering off the edge of psychopathy. It is not safe for her or you, especially because you are a diagnosed sociopath. I fear the most disastrous things will happen to you both in the name of these feelings that are sure to consume you, if they are left unchecked." she said, making me wonder what she would do or say if she knew what I did a few weeks ago to her former friend who bullied her in high school.

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.”