Gambar Psychopath Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry. I won’t let him hurt you. An obsessive person isn’t as bad as a psychopath.” “Huh?” Sydney was confused. Finn grinned. “Nothing.” He was born without empathy or fear, so he was called a monster and a psychopath. He was indeed a psychopath and he knew it. He had an unhealthy bloodthirst and life meant nothing to him. He could do terrible things just to achieve his goal.

I raise my shoulders and let them fall, “Perhaps you go ask him as soon as he’s done cleaning the blood in his hands. Let’s hope he doesn’t have to re-clean because of your blood.” “Then why hasn’t he killed you?” she asks, swallowing hard. “Duh! Because he thinks it’d be more fun if he kills me when I begin to believe the absurdity that he wouldn’t,” I retort, pressing my lips together. Jane looks at me in disbelief, “Why do you think this way?” “I’m thinking in the perspective of a psychopath,” I say truthfully. I once read in a book that psychos think very differently. “A-Jun is no psychopath,” Jane argues, and I hiss.

He had no interest in hearing what close playmates Shawn and Zoey had been. "Do you still like Sarah?" Shawn questioned. He wasn't a good person, and under the influence of the Zuckman family, his dark and twisted side rose to the surface, shaping him into a violent psychopath. He felt no remorse for destroying beautiful things and had an unhealthy obsession with destruction. He always used underhanded tactics and never considered the consequences of his actions. He did not care if his actions hurt anyone else. If he were thrown into hell, he would drag someone else along with him.

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

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.

I coughed as I chased for oxygen, having inhaled most of the smoke. My phone rang. With a huff, I smirked and tapped the green button. “Indigo, I won.” “Well, thank you for keeping my night eventful. Aren’t you happy? The feeling of all that adrenaline crawling through your veins… Isn’t it exciting?” “You’re a psychopath.” “At least, I’m not so different from you… sociopath.” I might have clenched my hand tightly around my phone that the call ended upon the sudden click of the power button.

he says and I looked at him confused. "What?! Dante this is Isabella. You two loved each other. You adored her" I tell him. It is his drunk mind talking. "I can't love anyone. I am a sociopath,I am mentally ill,I have ASPD. I was diagnosed with this as child. I hate people, people make me sick, that is how I programmed to be. I am not a good person,I don't deserve love" he says taking another swing of the whiskey. "Okay that is enough " I tell him and take it from his hand.

"Does his cock reach deeper than mine ever could? I bet you moan like a bitch in heat for him now.” My stomach turned. This psychopath was actually getting aroused by this. I could hear the sick excitement in his voice. “Jasper...” “Tell me,” he cut in, voice dropping into something darker and nastier. “Does he knot you? Does he fill that pregnant pussy until you’re leaking his cum for days?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. This man needed professional help and possibly holy water.

"You're finally getting the hang of this! Luckily, you didn't try to talk about money with me—how boring that would be? I love it when people want to play games with me. That's what makes it thrilling. Money is worthless compared to that." Hearing the man's laughter, Theodore knew he was dealing with a psychopath. The way the kidnappers had died made it clear that this man wasn't interested in money. A psychopath who didn't care about money would only be interested in sick games, deriving pleasure from torturing others. It was a thrill far greater than wealth for them. "So, Mr. Spencer, are you willing to play a game with me?" "Yes, I'm willing," Theodore said. "Tell me what you want."

While he was gone, my mind went back to Alessia and I sighed. “ Well, I'm not sorry, Bunny.” I clicked my tongue. Soon, Banks and Dragon walked in and I smirked darkly. “ Hello brother.” Banks flashed me a smile, the one that doesn't reach his eyes. In terms of psychotic behaviour, I will give it to Banks. He is a psychopath who covers up with a smile. I might be more dangerous than he was because I never hide my psychotic behaviour, but he does. He hides it under the façade of his smile.