Diary Of A Psychopath Novels & Stories

“He is the fucking psychopath, even science approves it, he is clinically diagonsed with ASPD.” His words were beyond ratioanlity, not even her worst nightmares, could have imagine that, “Do you think I will just believe anything you say.” her lips part, her heart skipped a beat, as sweat formed on her face, even with the chilling cold. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me, naive girl, go on then, live your life.”his body ached everywhere, his senses hightened with pain.

“He’s still asleep, Mr. Stanley. We should probably wait for him to wake up.” I then told him everything that had happened the night before. Mr. Stanley’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he listened. He seemed just as stunned as I was that even without his memories, Zeus’s survival instincts were fully intact. I mean, who else could kill a chicken with nothing but their teeth? Only a psychopath—and that was the same man sleeping soundly in the room next to mine. “Holy mother of God... that was completely insane!” Mr. Stanley breathed when I finished. I could only nod in agreement.

The desk felt cold in my palms. My blouse hung shredded around my elbows. My skirt bunched around my waist, still twisted. My heels were gone-I didn't even know when. Nick dragged a hand down my back "Look at you. Still dripping" "I can't stop," I whispered. "You don't want to stop," Jake corrected. He leaned in, whispering filth in my ear., “You love being filled. You love how we use your body."

She’s the bride who has been promised to me since the dawn of time, she’s the one who is finally going to set me free from this cursed place, but first I need to lead her here. I have to lead her to meeee! You think I wanted to be like this? Think I wanted to be this vile, to be this-this evil? This is who I am now, so get used to it, Diary! You think I like keeping you around? Well I don’t. You just silence the voices in my head, Diary. Oh but soon, Diary… soon I’ll have no use for you anymore… I’ll be the most powerful being in the universe, and then…

"I never cared about that when he tried to kill me or stole from me or broke my door, I know he is dangerous but he became dangerous because of something I want to find out." "We can't allow you in there alone he could literally..." "Let him do anything he wants to do, you are disrupting my job and you know exactly what that could cost you if I decide to repost this case." he looked completely taken aback by my words as he stopped. "Oh great! It's her just let her be Demon she won't listen to you, it's the famous crazy psychiatrist" a man came out of nowhere and I have no idea who he is. "Who are you?"

I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while,

"Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!" I close the diary and take a sip of my coffee, smiling to myself. I know I'm probably the only person in the world who would find this kind of thing exciting, but that's okay. I've always been a little different, a little wild. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I was ready to pay any price for it because what was taken from me was all worth it, but I didn't realize revenge would be this difficult. Donald Dante, what can I say about him? I hate him, his very existence makes me feel crazy. I admit it was all roses when I first met him, and so I had thought my revenge would be so easy. He is a billionaire, and I was just a teenage girl who lost so much because of him, so when the opportunity for me came to make him pay back what he owed me. I jumped at it, but I wasn't so sure if that was the right thing to do.

I decided the best thing to do was play along. “You act like you’re the one writing the story,” I said, conversationally. “I would believe that, except you’re the one covered in blood. Usually, the guy in charge has others do his dirty work.” He grinned at me. “I like the dirty work,” he said, conversationally. “I’m a psychopath. Diagnosed and everything. I could take medication but giving in to the urges is a lot more fun.” “So, you’re in charge,” I said. “The brains and the brawn of the operation.”

Her cuffed hands were placed on the table as she was sitted. " It's Sonna to you. Don't you dare call me by my full name". He said as he drifted the chair opposite her and sat. He always knew she had a liking for annoying people alot, as her sociopath disorder permitted. One of the reasons why he never related with her, even when she came visiting to see Nnedi. " How're you coping?". " We found your diary in the victim's room. Perhaps you might want to explain what you said about wishing my sister were dead", he said looking at her deep blue eyes as he ignored her question.