Black Psychopath Novels & Stories

As I said that, his eyes widened in disbelief. Werewolves were too easy. Give them a little bit of what they crave and pretend to protect what they protect and you'll have easy access to their worlds, and minds. You can then prey on it, use it, and destroy their psyche with what you've learned. As a psychopath, this pattern was what was most evident to me, and I gained stimuli or shall i say… the same effect of orgasm when I control people?

"You're lucky you said you weren't sure. Otherwise, I would have killed you. And let me make it clear that you're wrong. You're always saying rubbish, nothing important at all. All that's in your head is she-wolves, and you make me wonder how you have only one pup." "Alpha, I'm trying to help you, that's why I keep calling them, because you have a problem with them," he tried defending himself, but I rolled my eyes. I knew he wasn't at fault, he was only trying to help, but I was a psychopath, easily irritated by anything my psychosis detested.

“Then let me help. I’m not asking for a gun or a plan. I’m asking to understand.” He stared at me, then nodded. “You need to know what we’re facing,” he said. “Viktor’s not just a rival. He’s a psychopath. Charming, intelligent, patient. He doesn’t attack with force. He poisons. Corrupts. Undermines. He’ll try to get in your head before he ever pulls a trigger.” “Too late,” I muttered. “He’s already in there.” He smirked, but it was dark. “Then it’s time I got him out.”

My heart screamed loudly, and my eyes widened at what dad said. "He's a terrible psychopath." continued father. "It's not just buying and selling weapons and prostitution. Our informants say that it's also very easy for him to kill people who bother him. Especially women who spend the night with him and turn into parasites in his life." There was no other answer from them, all that remained was a brief silence while my breath caught. There is disbelief inside me .. the man who always throws seduction and temptation at me .. the man who puts his hand gently on my skin, with all his charm .. and I only know him as a tough man who is actually fragile because of his childhood trauma .. he couldn

I could feel her irritation and I do too but until I fix that little ex of hers his dogs would end up getting her. But now he was in my grasp and his life under my mercy. How swift tables turn? The bastard couldn’t take defeat so he chose to do it the crooked way and the thought of him laying a finger to her makes my blood rage higher. The psychopath didn’t just have a lot of dirty skeletons in his cupboard, he had more than skeletons; he had billions of dirt flying around him like an untreated festered corpse. He’s a monster. The worst monster there is hiding under the cloak of his elite family name and philanthropic deeds while hiding a can of worms.

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.

I looked at V with tears streaming down my face. "Rosa, I know what you are feeling. But Xavier is really a dangerous man. He is a PSYCHOPATH, Rosa. He had killed numerous people. He murdered everyone who had ever tried to keep you away from him. Being a Mafia is not a big deal but being a Psycho Mafia is one. He had killed my best Agents. Nick, Mark, Rebecca, Jennie, Katherine, Leon and...." I looked up at him. I grabbed his collar in frustration.

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

Dita said while looking at her empty cupboard. "I did it," Deg, that voice? Dita quickly turned around to confirm the person, and sure enough, it was Radya the psychopath. "Crazy guy? Uh, I mean, you?" "Yes, I did all this," said Radya, he leaned against the door of Dita's room with his chest crossed. "Why, on what basis did you do this?" Dita couldn't understand this guy. Radya walked towards Dita with a smirk that made Dita retreat slowly and finally stuck to the wall.

His accent is prissy in its strained attempt to sound authentic. JP translates. “‘It is all there… all twenty million… thank you for your help… once you refuel, I will need you to leave the property immediately.’ And the big asshole says, ‘Of course. It is a pleasure doing work with you.’” I’m so angry that tears spring to my eyes. Psychopaths bargaining a man’s life away like it was a slab of meat. I want to kill them all. Or at least see them thrown in jail and rot there until they die.