Black Psychopath Novels & Stories

Momma said with a growl in her voice. I turned to her. Saw the look on her face. I smiled. "No. He's not. True psychopathy is actually a myth. There is no officially recognized mental health diagnosis of it. Technically it falls under Anti-Social Personality Disorder. However, Hollywood likes to use psychopath and sociopath as an evil catchall." I looked at Jessa. She nodded, looked at Momma. "That's true. But the term sticks around because it's usually true."

She replied pretending to be ignorant of what Carolina meant. "Elena, he is a fucking psychopath. A deadly criminal for that matter. He is dangerous." Carolina stated almost as if checking if Elena had probably forgotten those facts about the guy. "Yes, and he has psychological issues. He is still a patient and he deserves to be treated." Elena just earned a dead stare from Carolina who looked at her as if she was missing her head.

I didn’t know why i suddenly agreed to date him and agree to marry him but maybe it was my own defense mechanism in order to get away from the past that was haunting me. “You didn’t tell me your crazy Ex was in America” this time he placed his hand under my chin and slowly lifted my head, “he even threatened me with a gun” “He is just like that Henry, don’t mind him” “I shouldn’t?” His facial expression changed, “that fucking psychopath pointed a gun at me and you said I shouldn’t mind him?” I gulped, Henry was another psychopath I had come across. Maybe the universe was trying to mess with me because how the hell do I have to meet three men who had the same qualities? Just that zayn was the

- What is the essence of this disorder? “I won’t give you a definition from a textbook; for that, turn to the know-it-all, Neil.” But if we speak in our language - not very smart ones - then this is something like a manifestation of the behavior of a typical freak. For example, my dyed pink hair, complete with church clothes, which may offend someone's tender feelings, or the fact that I dropped out of school. In general, I don’t meet any made-up standards. - But Neil doesn’t seem to have a problem with this?

His face contorted as he thrashed in a frenzy. "Let me go! Let go of me now, or I'll kill every single one of you!" The officers restraining him rushed forward, pale-faced. "Chief Turner, the perpetrator arrested in the south district case is a psychopath, and he looks exactly like you." The man howled with a twisted expression. "Let me go, or I'll slaughter you all!" At the sight of that face, my soul instinctively shuddered. It was as if grimy nails were digging into my flesh once more. Even though I was already dead, the taste of blood rose in my throat.

He checks me up, 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 wince at the crudeness of his words. Indeed, he is a psychopath. Who talks about raping a dead body like it a recipe they are discussingdiscussing? “You are sick in the head.”I spat and the man just grins. “You are not the first one to tell me that sweetness.I have always been sick in the head. Tell me something new.”he shrugs nonchalantly.

The estate gates disappear behind us as we merge onto the highway. "Have you ever heard of psychopaths?" His voice is low, dangerous. I roll my eyes. "Obviously." "And do you know what they do?" I hesitate, narrowing my eyes at him. "What’s your point?" "The worst of them will make you wish you’d ended up with a rogue," he murmurs. "Creative sadistic fuckers, those ones." A chill runs down my spine, though I refuse to show it. I don’t know what it is in his tone—the certainty, the calmness—but it unsettles me.

I stare sideways at him with a grin. He sighed, giving me a pity-look, just the one I hated the most. "You find me pitiful?" My tongue roll over my teeth in a scoff. "No, you're a psychopath," a laugh that lasted only a second burst out of his lips. "You're lonely, but you sure have one weird way of solving that.. i only sympathize with your victim and the reporters that thinks they've got a big scoop everytime it happens when they're just pawns on your chess board,"

she was starting to see the exact extent of his crazy and it wasn't as fun as fun as being Harley Quinn and him Joker. "But if he keeps repeating the same things I do not want to hear..." he squeezed the mobile device in his left hand so hard it cracked. Nicky turn to look at his two daughters on the table and they had in them the same fear as her son did. This man was not just crazy. He was a psychopath. She didn't even want to imagine the things he must have done to his own children, or worse, her son. "Do you get this mad when your children ask about their mother?"

His face twitches in a vicious laugh. "Shut up, you insane psychopath !" "Psychopath ? I see myself more as a complex man. Pampered, selfish, vain and fucking indifferent, yes, but a psychopath, no”. "I see a bad moon arising". I begin. "Really ? Singing ? Now ?"