Diary Of A Psychopath Novels & Stories

"Where? When?" "Sometimes last night, the Jamal's restaurant was attacked by a man. The reports said that the huge man walked into the restaurant, his eyes were bright yellow and he had a heavy stench following him. He sat down but was immediately approached and thrown out by the security. Then the man walked back to the door and started shaking weirdly, his yellow eyes started shining in the light and suddenly fell to the ground, his bones started breaking and rearranging, his face elongated into a snout and his arms elongated, finger turned to claws as he screamed in pain. The security men not knowing what was going on come out to check on him and that was when it happened. He leaped on th

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.

Dave exploded in frustration while banging his head on the wall. He should have been more careful. He was regretting why he had written all his confessions to his journal for the past four years. But what could he do? No one would ever want to hear about his horrendous crime and all the demons residing in him. No one would sympathize with him, only that journal. -------------

"Ready? Let's start. What happens when your friends find out you're nothing but a manipulative bitch? Answer: They'll hate and leave you, of course, one after the other." They're finally going to make their move. The pounding in my heart becomes louder and louder as I stand there, paralyzed. Since I got that first note, I swore to God I'd stop the person who has my diary. But I sat on it too long, too terrified that failed majorly, and now I have to suffer the consequences.

“Entry Thirty-One: This is the deepest confession. It’s not about pleasure. It’s about being broken. Taken. It’s a fantasy of force so complete it absolves me of choice.” Ophelia’s movements became frantic. This was the core of it, the shameful, pulsing heart of her diary.

My stomach tightens and I gulp as I memorize the file again. This is the man that sits across from me with his lazy posture and half-amused, half-predatory expression and eyes. He looks so calm and completely different than what this file reads or says about it . But I would be a fool and not worthy of my license If I don’t realize that psychopaths like him with the level of high IQ he possesses never slip their mask in public or in front of anyone. I flip another page and two photograph falls out. It’s photos taken from a surveillance still. One of them is when he had finished beating a man who’s probably dead because in the photo he literally glanced at the camera with a deadly smirk on hi

First Adrian then Audrey. She took a deep breath, calming herself enough to be able to talk without shaking. “Listen Audrey. All of us know I didn’t mean to do it. All of us know I wouldn’t date anybody for their money because I’m not a gold digger, like your mother. She dated my uncle not out of love but out of greed. Your father, your brother and you are the murderers! You ruined my father! You turned him into a selfish monster. Wasn’t it enough what he had went through? He had lost the love of his life and your sick father took the chance to let him ruin my life! I am supposed to achieve my dreams and have a perfect life not to babysit my younger brother! I could’ve went to college and st

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.

As the first grey light of a new day began to seep around the blinds, Elena Vasquez stared into the void, knowing with a chilling certainty that her discharge was not a promise of freedom, but simply an intermission. The treatment, she understood, was far from over. She was his patient now, in the most terrible and permanent sense. _____ Adam slammed the diary shut in frustration, a fiery anger burning within him. Okay. Jesus Christ. First off, let’s be fucking clear: what Marcus is doing is monstrous. It’s rape. It’s torture. It’s predation wrapped in a white coat. There’s no “dark romance” here. This is the blueprint of a psychopath who found the perfect hunting ground.

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