Diary Of A Psychopath Novels & Stories

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

"I'm interested in anything that's new and fun to me. You, Wade, are a fun and interesting person. I like you," It sounded like some kind of love confession or a high school girl confessing her love to her crush. However, Wade didn't fall for it easily. Nevertheless, it didn't stop his heart from accelerating. The files said that Vincenzo Luciano was a psychopath with mental illness and likes to prey on people. This could be one of it. "Well, I don't like you," Wade said. "Sir, what would you like to drink?" The waitress fidgeted with the notepad like a teenage girl.

Warning This story contains violence and content that may be distressing and not suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a part of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are purely coincidental. A psychopath is a cold, ruthless, heartless, and inhuman being. Belladonna Salvador is one of those. She's pretty and super intelligent, just like any other psychopath.

Stupid heads! "Whoever did that to our friend, she or he will pay," said Clark. "I will never let this pass." I rolled my eyes. Says who that you’ll catch me? I remember what I wrote in my diary just last night. Dear Diary, Hi, D. Guess what? I already killed Beatrice. The first on the list I will kill. I wanted to laugh at her earlier, she thought I was crazy. Though, she called me a psychopath. I'm not crazy! She is the crazy one. What does she think? I will feel sorry for her, I'll show pity on her? They did not feel sorry for me before. I begged them several times to stop bullying and degrading me, but what? They did not stop. I am not even satisfied with what I did to sister Beatrice. I

I fed him medicine and stared at his haggard but defined facial features as emotions overtook my very core. While Logan was out of it, I snuck into his study. It was my first time in his study. Usually, I wasn’t allowed inside. I wanted to do a little searching and find out why his malice level was high. The shelves were filled with books on psychology, criminology, and anatomy. A black diary was locked in a drawer. I found a paperclip and popped the lock open. It was a trick I picked up from thrillers, and who knew it came in handy?

“You heard me. I told you, you’re mine. The day you let me have a taste of your pussy was when you handed your body to me. It’s mine now. Mine to worship, torture, punish, and satisfy. I’m tired of waiting for you to come to terms with the fact that you want me to fuck you.” I blushed due to all the dirty words he was saying to me. But I also couldn’t forget he was a psychopath—literally. That wasn’t me throwing a word around. He told me himself that he had been diagnosed. If I slept with him and caught feelings, I would be in trouble. “You’re a bad person. Just because you’re a free man doesn’t change that.” “I’m not claiming to be a good man. I am saying that I want that cunt all to myself

She is mine. It was all there. The diary started when I was a teenager. This arrogant, tyrannical Mafia boss, my sworn enemy, had been secretly, almost pathologically, obsessed with me for years, like a worshipper at a twisted shrine. Just as I was reeling, the study door opened. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his eyes full of a deep, dark despair. "Back again? Stealing my secrets for that man?" He gave a hollow, bitter laugh, his voice thick with exhaustion. "Daisy, my patience has a—"

He was still whistling slowly, whatever he was trying to achieve with that I couldn’t tell, but it was obviously working and getting the effect he wanted. He had roared at me to sit down. I had seen him shaking with anger that he was trying to control. One moment he was shaking furiously, then the next her was calm and whistling like nothing happened. Psychology taught that such behaviors and people were dangerous. Only killers and psychopaths had them, he was a killer, a psychopath, he was everything that I was afraid of, everything that I was scared that I was going to be, He was the devil himself.

Another loud groan of frustration escaped my mouth as I recalled those words he had spoken to me before, whilst eyeing me with that disregarding expression. ' There's nothing there to see anyway ' I held a palm over my chest, now there was nothing there to see. My gaze fell on a pair of socks tossed carelessly on the bed. Oh, it looked so tempting. What are you thinking about! Are you Crazy! My brain screamed. Well, I had never admitted to being normal. I smiled evilly and checked to see if Liz was watching. She was not. I skipped over to the bed, snatching it, I ducked it inside of my bra.

He pushed envelop towards him on the table which he took it with a frown on his face. Everyone was looking at him who took out an old dairy from the envelope and opened it but his expression drastically changed to angry and his eyes turned red in fury as he read Tejwant's name and it didn’t take him a second to find out what's in it. "This is Tejwant's diary in which he has confessed to all his crimes and also the names of his bastard friends." Tapish hissed gritting his teeth. Only he knew how he was controlling himself even though every cell in his body was screaming to kill him but he didn’t want to give him an easy death.