Diary Of A Psychopath Novels & Stories

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.”

"She was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder at age 12. Genetic. From the mother. She's been in and out of therapy for a while. I think Sandy stopped trying to help her because lately, she's been irrational. Killed two men in a hotel back in New Orleans about weeks ago. No cops came," "Her father's been hiding her secrets," I said looking at the photos of three girls stabbed beyond measure, multiple pencils poking out of their bodies. "Well, there's more..." Ian said. "I found a diary in her office-" "You went to her office?" I looked up at Ian in shock. "You wanted information, right?" I bit my lip as I flipped through the papers. "The latest entry was the night of your event. It

“Don’t... Theo, don’t underestimate him. He’s dangerous. He is not completely cured from his sickness. He was just released by his mother. You know her, she is very much of an evil Queen. I have met her before, she is sicker than Chase. They all are not normal." He didn’t respond right away, but I could feel the tension in him. I couldn't understand why he was not reacting and repressing all it. “You don’t understand,” I continued. “He’s not normal. He’s mentally ill… some kind of psycho. I saw it. I read it. He has been obsessed with me since we were teenagers. For some sick reason he wants me. I don't know why he is targeting me.” The images came back all at once. The diary. My name was wr

Why didn't I get caught despite all the killing? I got my answers when I met a member of a society that aimed to protect people with a psychopathic disorder. Yes, I have a psychopathic disorder. And that's why I always wanted to kill someone. Because I felt like I was going insane, I visited a psychiatrist. However, I was proven wrong about thinking that the voices in my head were driving me crazy. It turns out that what I am experiencing is not just an ordinary mental breakdown, but rather Psychopath Disorder. According to my doctor, this disorder is characterized by a loss of self-control, causing a person to act like an insane individual and kill someone without hesitation.

looking at the diary my heart races, a million thoughts fill my head " and now in there we're supposed to act like nothing happened, and I'm going to hear Alex cry throughout this night and maybe throughout this fucking week " " so when you ask me why am here, I'm here to drink a martini and see the northern lights " still looking at the diary, the cover was so colourful filled with heart and bow stickers I didn't want to open the book I just wanted to stare at the cover forever " Alex was the only one that really saw her you know, I just saw her as a lonely girl with a shitty psychopath of a Dad, others were just jealous, "

Her body moved in slow pace as she swayed her head, each hair dangled back to position as her hand caught them, explain the long neck. "Andre?" she called out again. I smiled this time, there is no harm in smiling, is there? "Who are you?" Uhm, I'm a psychopath who killed his co-worker and kidnapped his best friend when she caught him trying to dispose of the body which by the way is in the trunk of the car. Plus I was accused of killing my ex-girlfriend, not that I know if I did it or not because I know my alibi is wrong but still, I walk freely and yeah one more thing, you should run if you don't want me killing you.

He walked slowly to the tall window and stared out at the dark, moonlit gardens below, his mind miles away. Then something caught his eye. A drawer in the nightstand was slightly ajar just enough to tease. He hadn’t meant to look. But something cold and instinctive pulled him forward. He slid the drawer open. Inside lay a thick medical folder. His fingers closed around it before his brain could stop them. He opened it. The words on the first page hit him like a bullet to the chest. PATIENT: Sophia Marie Langston DIAGNOSIS: Antisocial Personality Disorder (Psychopathy)

Emma’s POV **Diary Entry:** *I don't want to write this. I don't want to remember it, but I have to. He did it again. Michael raped me. But this time, it was worse... so much worse. He called me names, mocked my legs, said I was worthless because I can't walk right. I never thought he could be so cruel. I never imagined he would stoop this low. I will never forgive him for this.* --- The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stare at the diary, my hands shaking, unable to comprehend the depth of Michael’s cruelty. I knew he was dangerous, that he wasn’t someone to trust, but this... this is beyond anything I could have imagined.

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

I lied, my voice shaking slightly. I picked up my pen, desperately trying to focus on my notepad, but my vision was already starting to blur. Aiden was relentless. He knew exactly what he was doing, using his tongue in slow, heavy strokes that hummed directly down my spine. The sheer contrast of the situation was driving me insane.. above the desk, I was a medical professional listening to a patient tell me about his problems.. below it, I was being utterly consumed by an obsessive psychopath who was milking the sanity right out of me.