Gambar Psychopath Novels & Stories

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

I scoffed and walked outside, acting like rotten bitch. "What the fuck is it that you want?" I asked him directly. When he shook his head. "Nothing. I want nothing from you. I just want yo piss of Kashton. Its the most awarding thing I feel. I love it! When I make him go crazy and when he feels anxious and want to break all the things in his room. I feel rewarded." He acted like a psychopath and then walked on his corridor. Should I follow?

Tiodor Lison sat at his office desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Yesterday’s events had made one thing clear: his victory was assured. On the monitor, he once again reviewed the report on Libia Musso. It detailed every time the young woman had seen a psychologist. He had needed some money to dig deeper into her file, but it only confirmed what he had already suspected. “Depressive disorders, anxiety, all due to a disorganized attachment in childhood,” he read aloud.

"I'm interested in anything that's new and fun to me. You, Wade, are a fun and interesting person. I like you," It sounded like some kind of love confession or a high school girl confessing her love to her crush. However, Wade didn't fall for it easily. Nevertheless, it didn't stop his heart from accelerating. The files said that Vincenzo Luciano was a psychopath with mental illness and likes to prey on people. This could be one of it. "Well, I don't like you," Wade said. "Sir, what would you like to drink?" The waitress fidgeted with the notepad like a teenage girl.

But after Papa, after tonight, I don’t have the strength. His footsteps echo as he approaches, each click of his shoes deliberate. He pulls the gun again, the barrel gleaming as he taps it lightly against my forehead. My jaw tightens. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” My voice cuts low, sharp. “Me on my knees. You’re sick. Twisted.” His lips curve faintly, not quite a smile. “You think I’m crazy.” “No.” My eyes lock on his, unflinching. “I think you’re a psychopath.”

Steph gushes. “Is it the kidnapper one?” I ask rolling my eyes and she glares my way. “No..it’s even better!” She says with so much excitement in her voice. We all look to her to continue and then she does. “So oh my fuck, it’s so hot and heavy, the male main character is a psychopath, not like psycho tendencies but legit psychopath, I'm obsessed you guys, he chokes her and says the most possessive things to her, I question my morals but I need this man in my life!” She says rolling her eyes in the back of her head.

He groaned, sneaking his large palm into my shorts and In no time, grabbed at my dick, his touches were so gentle as he caressed the tip,a taunting smile appeared on his face as he let go. “I will take you right here, In Front of the camera” He whispered, smiling, as if his threat weren't purposely to inconvenience me, how can I get myself involved with such a psychopath, who seems to me like the perfect man to align my messy life. “I might have to do this then” He said, beaming, his hands skillfully unbuttoned my shirt and I screamed in absolute terror, I grabbed the piece of paper with a pen and scribbled my signature on it.

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 stared at the doctor blankly. “That maybe someone set her up?” Dr. David said, and Isla sighed, sinking into her recliner. “Listen and understand. I’m a psychiatrist! I read people, it’s something I learned along my journey. The Veronica you talk about before your father’s death doesn’t seem so bold to kill her father. There is an unpredictable character shift in just a day. It’s not possible unless the person is a psychopath!” He shook his head.