Black Psychopath Novels & Stories

“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.”

He had read up on her in the file - her interests, her habits, her daily routine. Her fetish was interesting. According to a part of the file, it read: the subject possesses a tremendous affinity for mental and physical dominance and exhibits exceptional skills in subduing men she deems powerful. Black Hound dressed the part and looked the part. The kind of power she wanted, he had no idea but he knew that his power was lethal and it worked for him. He had mastered the art of manipulation, effortlessly swaying people to his will. However, he was cautious of the woman driving. She was a psychopathic and unpredictable woman.

"Your Honor, the psychological evaluation report on Ronald Werther's youngest son, Thomas Werther, has been completed. I believe this report has significant bearing on the nature of this case." The judge permitted him to speak. The psychiatrist took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the courtroom before finally landing on the gaunt, hollow figure in the defendant's box. "After joint consultations among multiple specialists and brain scan comparisons, we have reached a very rare but definitive conclusion." The psychiatrist paused and enunciated each word clearly, "Thomas Werther suffers from an extremely severe, congenital case of Antisocial Personality Disorder. In layman's terms, he i

Just a few minutes after Zeden had left, I’d headed straight to the bathroom, needing the hot water to wash away the smell of the warehouse still clinging to my skin. I was sure he wouldn’t stay for breakfast after our fight. That was my small luck. I wouldn’t have to see his face and be reminded of what he’d done. He’s a total jerk. A psychopath. A cold, calculating bastard who gets off on control and fear. He thrives on breaking people down until they’re nothing but trembling shadows in his hands. He doesn’t feel remorse. He just rearranges the world until it bends to his will, and if it doesn’t, he destroys it.

"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!"

Typical Beverly. Mirabella sighed and looked at her friend. “You are not supposed to smile right now.” “I’m sorry, but come on!” Beverly said, waving her hands dramatically. “That’s like straight out of a dark romance novel. The big bad ruthless and handsome Mafia lord who takes what he wants, who’s all dominant and sinful—girl, it’s wild!” “It’s not wild, Bev. It’s traumatic.” Mirabella gave her a flat stare, rubbing her forehead as though the whole conversation was giving her a headache all over again. “You’re so impossible, Bev.”

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 could see his dark, cold, empty eyes and feel his mint breath into my nose, "Will you marry me?" While he was focused on me, I slowly moved my hands into his pants, trying to get the gun. "For the second time, Mr. Desmond Cresont or something.." I stopped when my fingertips felt his gun. "I do not know you, and I will not marry you! You're sick! You psychopath!" I quickly pulled the gun and pointed it at him. He was shocked to see how I quietly managed to get the gun from him. He stood In Front of me for a second until he started to laugh like all of this was entertaining him. He is a psychopath. How could he laugh at a time like this?