Gambar Psychopath Novels & Stories

As she took a step forward, ready to fight, inducers were fired into her body to make her sleep. She turned her eyes toward her gang, trying to fight the sleep. Anger rose as she was about to lose control. Then another inducer pierced her body. She fell. Before she hit the ground, they pushed a floater toward her. Silence followed as her eyes closed, breaths controlled, bodies shaking with fear. Someone whispered, “She’s a psychopath. Don’t you know her nickname?” Another followed, “She’s called The Psycho Queen.” “Damn! Who’s gonna carry her now? Absolutely not me,” a bald man said. “That girl terrifies me. I can’t get over when she flipped me over. Even unconscious, she’s scary.”

“The woman is not who I am worried about, I am worried about Axell! Don't you know how crazy he can be when he wants something? He does everything in his power to get it! He is a psychopath! Haven't you noticed that?” I screamed at the top of my voice.

However from what she understood, this criminal exhibited psychopathic tendencies and thus he wouldn’t understand from her point of view, rather, he would understand it if it benefitted him or not and knowing his preferences, she used them for her escape. He clenched and unclenched his hand, Anissa noticed it. His jaw ticked and in a flash he was on his feet and rounded the table towards Anissa. He clenched the side arms of her chair and bent down until his face was leveled with hers. Her heart accelerated as she stared into those soulless grey depths.

“Good, that's good, because I derive pleasure in pain. You could call me a sadist-masochist.” I'm stunned. “A sadist-masochist?” The word comes out frightfully. Psychopath would be more fitting. That's the right word to describe men like him who derive pleasure in causing harm. Right? Except when I look at him, I don't see a psychopath. An arrogant bastard, maybe. He chuckles, a rich sound that comes from somewhere deep inside him. “You make me sound dangerous like a sociopath.” He pauses, lowering himself to sit on the chair facing me, crossing his legs. “I'm just drawn to pain. Giving it, receiving it.”

Alissa turned around, "Hannah, I didn't mean to startle you." "Aron," she replied, her voice barely audible. "It looks like you have seen a ghost." "I am just tired." Alissa could now see a dangerous gleam in his eyes, that she had missed when she was head over heels. "I see. What were you up to yesterday?" Alissa's eyes widened, her brain sent warning bells. Why was he asking? Did he want to eliminate his next victim? "I, I was at my dorm. I wasn't feeling so well."

So, it's confirmed that he is a psycho. Before I could digest his savage behaviour, he held the plate in front of me and said smiling," Let's see how much you love me." Hearing him, I looked at him with my wide eyes. I don't know what kind of sick idea is roaming inside his head. It's just hours that I am with him and he has already scared me like hell. " Eat these green chillies and prove that you love me," he commanded me smilingly and I stiffed in my place. Is he even heard what he just said?

Tearing my gaze away from him, I unfold my slip of paper. The correct definition of a psychopath -according to g****e- is a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent behavior. But I know that our English teacher, Mr. Williams, wouldn't accept that answer. He wants us to define it based on our personal experience. Everyone in the class thinks I have plenty of experience.

He will annoy me and force me at times but he is the one who always came first to help me in every situation. He is a paranoid possessive, but he is not harmful in other ways. I leaned back on the seat, playing the record again and again. And I suddenly realised one thing, Maximo is not a bad guy. He is just paranoid. But, why? I thought for a moment and then leaving Carla and Luna's topic aside, I went to G****e through my phone and searched for the reason for PPD. There was no specific reason for it. It could cause by genes and... My eyes got stuck in a few lines,

She gave me another one of those looks, and just like the complete psychopath that she is, I could see the wheels turning in her head. Now your typical psycho, they don't give a shit about anyone or anything. But more than that, they're master manipulators who can turn shit to gold unless you catch them slipping. Or you can match their psychosis tick for tick; I think I qualify for the latter. I'll pit my brain against hers any day. I just looked back at her with a smirk I knew would get under her skin.