Black Psychopath Novels & Stories

He's a monster. With only my eyes, I rapidly searched the room for a clock. I needed to get ready. I needed to check on Chelsea, yet I didn't have the strength. Seconds became minutes as time passed and my heart beat out a cadence, a rhythm composed by dread. I couldn't marry that man. I couldn't spend another day with him nor would I allow Chelsea to. He was a psychopath, cold and without empathy or remorse. I'd never witnessed such uncaring eyes. In a matter of minutes his anger had superseded rage, moving to a frigid terrain, colder than anything I'd ever seen. It was nothing like Nox's worst temper. It was even worse than Alton. Bryce was distant and disconnected.

“One life or one death? No questions asked? That’s the most dangerous—you could use that—oh my fucking gods, Jack, the blackmail and coercion potential alone. How the fuck is your family not ruling the whole goddamn world by now?” “Because we’re not psychopaths!” he shouted back. “Because it can only be used once by each generation, and there’s always some personal reason to use it! And mostly,” and he yanked my hands away from his chest, probably because my fingers had torn all the way through his shirt and started digging into his skin, “because we’re not fucking psychopaths!” “Speak for yourself,” I snarled. “Because apparently you mated a fucking psychopath. And now he’s been—”

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.

"Why can't Bob find someone else? He's bad for you. He has a lot of other people under him - why you? Why can't he leave us alone?" "Funke, Bob is a man of results. You know that. Like I said earlier, they probably have nothing on the killer, he thought he could try his luck and get me to see the little evidence they had. Perhaps like I could see something they didn't see. Like in the other cases." "What are you talking about?" "Bob thinks this is a Psychopath. That this psychopath's method of killing his victims' very rare. And he also thinks that I've had... experience with this kind of things."

In addition, their behaviours often become violent when under pressure due to stress, so we know that, eventually, there will be a serious psychological breakdown. “Psychopaths are basically a person's worst nightmare. When someone is capable of killing and eating the hearts of innocent people, the first thing to do is to find the perpetrator, and punish him or her before they do harm to anyone else. "If the victim does not have money, if the offender is in prison, there is nothing to prevent the culprit from getting away unscathed with the lives of innocent victims. It does not matter whether the person is mentally sound or not. It still matters how bad the person is to cause suffering and

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...

Warning This story contains violence and content that may be distressing and not suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a part of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are purely coincidental. A psychopath is a cold, ruthless, heartless, and inhuman being. Belladonna Salvador is one of those. She's pretty and super intelligent, just like any other psychopath.

Tiodor Lison sat at his office desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Yesterday’s events had made one thing clear: his victory was assured. On the monitor, he once again reviewed the report on Libia Musso. It detailed every time the young woman had seen a psychologist. He had needed some money to dig deeper into her file, but it only confirmed what he had already suspected. “Depressive disorders, anxiety, all due to a disorganized attachment in childhood,” he read aloud.

Peter became increasingly perplexed by his boss's behavior, which he thought displayed signs of a mental disorder. Felix's character seemed akin to that of a person with multiple personalities. Indeed, all this time, he had perceived Felix's character as somewhat psychopathic. Felix appeared to derive great pleasure from seeing his opponents helpless before him without regret. However, on several occasions, Peter had observed Felix consulting a psychiatrist. Still, Felix had never disclosed the results of those medical evaluations to him.

He looked me over, his eyes lingering on my now half-exposed breasts. "Don't worry though, if you end up bleeding to death, I'll just throw your body into the sea. Of course, after I fuck your perfect gorgeous body." I winced at the crudeness of his words. He really was a psychopath. Who talked about raping a dead body like it was a recipe they were discussing? "You're sick in the head," I spat, and the man just grinned. "You're not the first one to tell me that, sweetness. I've always been sick in the head. Tell me something new," he shrugged nonchalantly.