Black Psychopath Novels & Stories

Successful psychopaths are not entirely good or bad, so you can get along with them as long as you have mental fortitude, this type tends to cause mental stress if you know what I mean. Erica Blanchet, has a specific trait of a charismatic psychopath, which is an egoistic personal style of self-promotion and prioritizing one's needs, she basically loves to put herself on a pedestal like most morally capable people, don't deny it, you were once a kid dreaming to be a superhero, a princess… or perhaps a comet (I'm particularly guilty of this one, don't ask why) if that was a viable option. The only difference is that you didn't force others to believe that you are indeed 'that' thing, or did y

The news said that a naked woman's body was found in her apartment room, but unfortunately her cause of death was not known. Sunggyu's father needs a psychiatrist to treat him so that he will stop hurting other people for his pleasure, I know that father is a murderer and he is like a psychopath since being abandoned by his ex-girlfriend, and according to what I heard that my name is the name of the ex-fatherreally dad has the heart to name me after the woman he loves, don't you think if mom knows for sure she will be very hurt, I don't know how beautiful that woman is to make dad like this I really want to meet that woman and see her in person.

I decided the best thing to do was play along. “You act like you’re the one writing the story,” I said, conversationally. “I would believe that, except you’re the one covered in blood. Usually, the guy in charge has others do his dirty work.” He grinned at me. “I like the dirty work,” he said, conversationally. “I’m a psychopath. Diagnosed and everything. I could take medication but giving in to the urges is a lot more fun.” “So, you’re in charge,” I said. “The brains and the brawn of the operation.”

He said with a soft voice and sympathy that I was sure was not even there. “You doubt me? You could just ignore him like he doesn’t even exist. I am the one who will take care of him.” He said it out loud, purposely for Leo to hear him. “And if he made you uncomfortable. Just tell me. I’ll dig his eyes out, maybe just one. I hate the fact he can’t see our happy life together…” Now I know. Why do people call him ruthless. Now I know, why people call him a psychopath. I walked out of the house as soon as Alex loosen his grip on my waist. Oh my god, what I just witness earlier.

He stated proudly and I froze. Good lord! I was in a room with a psychopath. I find it disgusting. All those people he's killed, the children he's murdered. He's nothing but a killer, a monster who doesn't love. "What do you want from me? I haven't done anything to you." I said carefully, I didn't want to piss him off. He sat down on the chair in front of me, he leaned back while his arms lingered on the table. He tilted his head while staring at me, his eyes were a dark shade of brown, they looked so sinful.

“This is King Theron you are referring to. You are the enemy, and I actually feel sorry for you. No, he won’t just kill you. He will make sure you bleed from every corner of your body. Every hole you could possibly think of, and if you think you are out of holes, he’ll make new ones.” Khaisha scowls. “You are not helping, Kalb.” Kalb ignores her and keeps going. “And then he will cut out your eyes. He will make sure you experience every possible way to feel pain. He is not nice; he is a psychopath.” Hearing her call him a psychopath makes my entire body freeze. Yet, strangely, my skin prickles with a dark excitement at the thought of seeing that psychotic side of him. What is wrong with me?

he said from the other end. “And that prompts the murder?” I asked confusedly. “No, he has an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and also some criminal acts that are caused by curiosity, he is a psychopath. The psychiatrist that diagnosed it, said that it was inherited from someone in his family,” he said from the other end. “Mark, what causes the murder?” I asked impatiently.

Humored him, and he found me insane but after finding out about the deaths he had caused that night he found me, I know there is no limit for that man nor does he understand what that word means. There is not much to go on about him but I had spent weeks learning about the people he had killed, how merciless he was. He was probably an undiagnosed psychopath with his obsession of causing chaos no matter where he went and my behavior of doing the same must be familiar to him so he will see me as a kindred soul. He has to. Fucking has to.

“What’s the difference?” As if to support his question, Waylen swept my fork off my plate and ate out of my salad. I hid my fists under the table, my smile so sweet and fake. If I couldn’t hurt him with sarcasm, I might have more luck with kindness. But as expected, it didn’t freak him out. “Not all assholes are psychopaths. But you, you are both a psychopath and an asshole.” “Careful how you talk to your boss, Beth.”

"We could start with those in your custody. As soon as you're done questioning them, you can leave them in my care. I know well enough how to deal with their disgusting lot. I'll make examples out of them, ensure their counterparts remember their fucking place!" Alpha Asher seethed, his deranged grin unsettling many who were present, including myself. I knew the man had to have a screw loose with all the disturbing things I had heard about him but seeing him now, his madness somewhat exposed as he fantasised about killing the rogues, cemented my thoughts all the more. The man was a psychopath. "Fuck no! This is our jurisdiction and you have no right to dare touch anyone in my fucking pack!"