Black Psychopath Novels & Stories

"You do know that, right?" His heartfelt concern made Jamie chuckle. "I know what I am. A better question is... do you know what you are?" When Adam frowned, he went on, "Did you honestly think you were the epitome of normal? You destroy people for kicks. You overreact in fits of rage with no thought of the repercussions. Your idea of a romantic relationship is one where one party is being forced." "So what am I? In your expert opinion," Adam asked. "You, my friend, are the very definition of a low functioning psychopath," Jamie told him.

God, it would be so fucking pathetic, and the hunter (me), would become the crushed prey Damnit, why didn't I secretly recorded him last night, so that I can blackmail him if he rejects me I thought to myself, and rubbed my forehead with my right palm, but when I think it through again, it made my eyes widen, cause I actually sounded like some kind of real psychopath for thinking that, a real psychopath that he always calls me, but why should I even care about being a psychopath or not, cause I literally don't know what to do anymore

She could feel the venom in his voice, “Do your remember the day, your mother fell off the stairs hitting her head?” “Which lead to her being in coma for years.” he finished, Lily gulped roughly aniticpating where he is going with this. “Do you want to guess who pushed her off the stairs?” he asked. He groaned in pain, his body swayed, a chuckle left him, seeing her pale face, it gave him relief,to see her so distressed “Me, and do you want to know who ordered me to do that?” “Your precious brother.” “He is the fucking psychopath, even science approves it, he is clinically diagonsed with ASPD.”

Marcel rambled on nervously after listening to her hazy brother’s explanation and precautionary measures. “Do you really believe a monster that created such a drug in the first place would also make something to stop it? He’s not looking to retreat Marcel… Victor Ambrose would have killed his own mother if he had to.” Surely Mike had seen enough over the past few weeks to easily determine what sort of person the man was. He was a certified psychopath! “So… am I going to be like an invisible creep stealing bodies from an asylum?” The girl continued to question hoping to ease the tension in her heart.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let him hurt you. An obsessive person isn’t as bad as a psychopath.” “Huh?” Sydney was confused. Finn grinned. “Nothing.” He was born without empathy or fear, so he was called a monster and a psychopath. He was indeed a psychopath and he knew it. He had an unhealthy bloodthirst and life meant nothing to him. He could do terrible things just to achieve his goal.

“Good, that's good, because I derive pleasure in pain. You could call me a sadist-masochist.” I'm stunned. “A sadist-masochist?” The word comes out frightfully. Psychopath would be more fitting. That's the right word to describe men like him who derive pleasure in causing harm. Right? Except when I look at him, I don't see a psychopath. An arrogant bastard, maybe. He chuckles, a rich sound that comes from somewhere deep inside him. “You make me sound dangerous like a sociopath.” He pauses, lowering himself to sit on the chair facing me, crossing his legs. “I'm just drawn to pain. Giving it, receiving it.”

“As if the world doesn’t already have enough suffering, those two clowns wanted to mass- produce fentanyl and distribute it across the city.” I inhale sharply. “That’s insane.” “Not just insane, but needlessly cruel. The two of them checked off all three boxes for the Dark Triad – narcissism, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism. You get a lot of psychopathy in the Bratva, a bit of narcissism, but rarely all three at once. Yes, Vanya and Feliks are real pieces of work, but once I found out their little plan to separate from our Family, I made quick work of Feliks. Vanya fled the state, and I thought that might be the end of it.”

“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.

Without even hearing his response I already touched the end call. I’m doomed. Do I need to wait or not? I didn’t even hear him. Poppycock! I was standing at Sevi’s front door still knocking and trying to calm him down. I wasn’t trying to open the door myself since the last time I do that, a flying glass greeted my face. It was better not to force him to calm down. That’s the last Psychologist said as a token of advice after she resigns. I had hired many Doctors before but no one can handle him once his PTSD struck.