Black Psychopath Novels & Stories

"Who is this person you're talking about? And what exactly are his demands?" "He is a psychopath! His target is Jasmine. He has a fetish for dark skin women. I did a fair share of research on him before coming to you. He has always had women with that exact physical appearance as Jasmines in his hold and always ends up torturing them to death when his anxiety kicks in. He had only seen her once but everything that happened thereafter, was all part of his psychopathic plan. I fell for it and handed the boy over to him; you fell for it and handed Jasmine over to him and now he has them both. Knowing Jasmine, she will notice something off about him and try to escape. He will kill them both imme

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 ?"

He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement." "Guess you forgot to add that they are also pathological liars and lack empathy." I watched his jaw tighten and his dark chocolate brown eyes staring at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expressions but I sure as hell knew I'd said the right thing to tick him off. And why exactly was I finding pleasure by stepping on his foot? Just when I thought things had taken the wrong turn, his expressions mellowed. I decided to tease him further. "So which type of psychopath are you? Hannibal Lecter or Patr

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

It was soft, full and I really liked holding onto it whenever he was fucking me. “I was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder when I was a teenager. I'm a psychopath. I deal with PTSD. So I was very aggressive and violent when I was growing up. Any slight provocation could lead to my killing someone. I beat up people at school and killed people who annoyed me. It started with me killing animals. I killed mom’s cat.” He let out a small laugh. His eyes were still closed.

I'm sure that he's not the type that will choose one over another, but he is definitely the type that will help you whenever injustice is present in any type of situation. I didn't even need to tell him anything. He just helps me right away. “I'll text you the details soon. I will keep you updated, okay? You will get to launch your own sketches soon. Don't worry, Bryce is just out of his mind sometimes. He needs a psychologist—” “Who needs a psychologist?” Speaking of the devil, there he is. “You. Because you're a psychopath.” Conrad replies without a hesitation, but hidden in a jokingly manner.

Angela replied with tears clouding her eyes. “Baby, you have to listen to me please,you didn't even hear me out,can you just listen to me”. Damon pointed out. “Fine, talk to me,what's on your mind?” Angela replied, hands akimbo. “Isn't it interesting,Antonio did that?” “It's not a new thing that a psychopath is behaving like one”. She rolled her eyes. “He…caused all that chaos because of you! You!” He said smiling in a very scary way,as if Angela will get the hint bit she didn't.

Not that I blamed him, but the male needed a vacation. “There’s just so many things but none of it is enough to satisfy my beast. It’s hard for me to accept that there will never be any real closure,” he says. “You can’t get closure from psychopaths. I don’t know how generation after generation they could somehow continue. I’m inclined to believe they were actually far worse two or three generations ago. When there were more lycans still. More motivation for them,” I say, then I rise and move around the desk to sit on the corner.

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.

It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim light. “Is it all there?” the stranger asks, the question directed at his men rifling through the eight bags at his feet. “It’s all there, boss,” one of them confirms with a tip of his head. Nico stands still, hands clasped in front of him as he stares ahead at his client. The other man nods, jaw ticking as he holds Nico’s gaze for a beat too long which would make any normal person uncomfortable. But Nico isn’t a normal person—he’s a psychopath incapable of feeling an ounce of emotion. He’s the perfect capo for Angelo because he will get the job done, no matter what, with no remorse or fear of the outcome. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m lookin