Diary Of A Psychopath Novels & Stories

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

he asked venomously. “Get off my ceiling. There are spiders up there-” “This is a journal of your dealings with me, isn't it! What, you think yourself an anthropologist?: 'Samael drifts towards psychopathic tendencies and seems unable to keep his mouth shut. He can't control his id and seems to have a schizotypal personality- Holy Mothers of Rot and Sin, are you psychoanalyzing me!” he roared, hurling the journal to the ground. I caught it just in time.

Humored him, and he found me insane but after finding out about the deaths he had caused that night he found me, I know there is no limit for that man nor does he understand what that word means. There is not much to go on about him but I had spent weeks learning about the people he had killed, how merciless he was. He was probably an undiagnosed psychopath with his obsession of causing chaos no matter where he went and my behavior of doing the same must be familiar to him so he will see me as a kindred soul. He has to. Fucking has to.

She would do the same plan that she always did. A month had passed, and she had done the same thing over and over again. It was at night-time and Lexie and Adrianna had come to her room. "That cafe must be that good." Adrianna said. "Yeah, I like the food." As she lied. She didn't want them to know that she went there for a guy that she hadn't even seen for a whole month or that she would never see. Alissa went back to the cafe the next afternoon. She felt despondent, even the girl who served there knew who she was now. She had become a regular customer.

He breathed gently before his voice came back harder. "I know that mother fucker and I know you can't be anywhere near him. He is a black hole, Caroline. It's only a matter of time before he kills you or one of his enemies does. This isn't a joke. He runs a very powerful criminal organization. He tortures people, kills people. He's a fucking psychopath. A monster." A monster. He tried telling me so many times. He never pretended to be good or to hide his darkness. He just never showed me the extent of it.

His head was buried in a thick novel, but at her sight, he instantly hid the novel behind—a novel an 11-year-old boy shouldn't be reading. It was r rated, not because it was erotica or anything. But because it was a disturbing psychopath thriller book with torture and the deaths of people written in detail. It revolves around a psychopath who derives pleasure from torturing his fellow humans’ beings. He killed for fun on days he was tired, raped both women and men on days he felt sexually excited, and kidnapped human beings then cut their bodies piece by piece until they bled to death. Recording all his evil deeds and posting them for the whole world to see. But don’t worry, there was a hero

That was also the reason why she hurt Spencer and acted like she didn't care about the world. And that mental disorder is psychopathic disorder, which is something I fear – that we may have psychopathic disorder. The truth is, because we can't control our emotions and actions, we might end up crazy, and that's what scares me. I'm afraid of becoming crazy like those with psychopathic disorder. I was sweating profusely and panting heavily as I fell to the ground after punching and kicking the punching bag that eventually turned into a kick bag. As I landed on the ground, my pet kissed the cold floor.

“Tell me why I should be kind to you bitch and let you go?” “My family will be looking for me for starters dumb ass, secondly the more you touch me the more I will have proof to give to the cops” Laughing at her she stops. Going to her diary I start reading “today me and my mom had a huge fight, I am so tired of this family I just want to run away and live with friends far far far away from her. Your diary seems to say you want to run away. We packed your bags, stole your mom’s money and jewelry and stole from your sister anything you might need. They might look for you but they will look elsewhere. Second, who said the cops will ever know what we did. Third if you were not such a bitch I pr

He handed the diary over, "Don't worry, I didn't read it." I did not take it, "You can read it, it might help in treating my condition." Shawn was my psychiatrist. And the only one who knew all about me. Whether it was the matter of me being drugged and stripped back then, or the matter of Lucien and Carla. But he didn’t know about Damon because we hadn't been in contact for months. Shawn put away the diary, "I’ll take my time to go through the diary.” I looked around "Where's my cellphone?"

I take it with my heart pounding because if he catches me with this it'll be bad, really bad, but I hug her tight and tell her she's the best and to watch her back because he's been extra paranoid lately, firing people left and right, and she nods with this sad little smile saying she knows but she couldn't just stand by and watch him destroy me without trying to help. I wait until he's out for the afternoon, some board meeting or whatever bullshit he does to pretend he's not a full-time psychopath, and I slip into the darkroom because it's the one spot where the cameras don't catch every little thing if I angle the laptop just right, plug the drive in with fingers that won't stop shaking, a