Diary Of A Psychopath Novels & Stories

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.

"He's not a psychopath and he's not a killer! Stop saying that. Jack was being framed and that's the only reason he's slipped into this coma in the first place." In a maddening rage, he threw open my drawers and pulled out all my private journals where I'd written about my researches and thesis. He practically flung one such diary in my lap. "This. This is what had gotten you so damned obsessed with serial killers and now you've taken one step too far. Riles, I've been meaning to talk to you about this. You're sick and you need help ASAP." "What?" "Open the journal." I opened it and saw what I knew I'd see, "Yeah. All my research about deviant minds. What's weird about that?"

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

I wonder he has his ass fucked or not. There were even a few diaries. I picked up one and hear I found something extremely useful. It had the details of all the murders he had done with the name and accomodation of the victim. Damon should have never stored it but here he did it and now I can torture him with this. I left the place taking the diary too running down the pipe and jumping off the boundary wall....

His hands clenched unto mine roughly, no matter how I tried to deny, the fact remained the fact, that not only did he had that psychiatric eyes of his once again, but also did he fail all my attempts completely. "Mr. billionaire, you and I have business to attend to, so you better stop fucking resisting" With a grin plastered on the side of his face, he whispered out to me, but why would I ever listen to him...Never! Refusing to back down and with my blood spiking back up again, not only did I spat on his face, but also did I stepped hard on his damn foot and immediately freed myself from his shitty grip.... Remembering about it now, I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have played an awf

He must have been more than a pathological narcissist; he must have had serious problems with authority, and he must have been a first-rate manipulator and charmer, as well as someone respected by everyone. Then I realized why Ulrike had left me this diary in private. Lidia had simply taken advantage of the opportunity to give me two things at once, but the priority was the diary, and just by reading the words written in it, I could understand the level of madness of this man. Whoever he was. I just had to think about the context of everything and wait for details, not simple details, but details that would give me real information about the time when the events he described took place, as w

asked Amber lazily. She really did not think that Harper's madness in the book Read My Mind was that bad. It could be said that Harper had turned into a book addict. Almost every day Amber could see the book lying on Harper's desk and was always in the woman's hand when she didn't have a patient. Like this afternoon. She again caught Harper reading the fictional story of Jayden Hoover, a psychopath who had brutally murdered his mother as a teenager. "Psychotic. Behavior-based on—" "I know, Harp." Amber cut quickly as she raised her hand in the air. It seemed that she regretted her question which now made Harper even more excited to discuss the story of crazy Jayden. “You don't need to explai

I don't even need to pack underwear either for there are always new sets just waiting and ready to be worn or not, I'm mostly naked whenever I'm alone with Mario. He must have some kind of condition like an addiction to sex. Perhaps if I type in how to stop sex addiction on my web search he would get the message since he's spying on me all the time. I took my laptop and type it on the search bar. It's been a while since I giggled like this.