Gambar Psychopath Novels & Stories

“I’m just unsettled because she…kinda looks like me.” I exhaled quietly as the lock chimed once, a low mechanical sound. “So he's with your doppleganger? That’s actually psychopathic.” “I know right?” “Yes. It's like when sick men seek out sex workers or content creators who look like kids or celebrities.” I grunted as I slowly shoved the door open, “you okay?” “I think so,” Anyta replied. “I just wanted to warn you. In case you see them together and think I’m…spiralling, or something.”

“Right, Stematography.” “You’re not even sure of the concept,” I parrot. “Tristan… sorry, he-who’s-dead to me is unstable. He’s a sociopath with antisocial disorder. Of course, he has a pattern. Even Dahmer had a pattern.” “We’ve searched every hidden place,” Damon completely ignores my protests and ambles to the center of the room. “What do you see in plain sight?” “I see your stupidity.” “No, I mean plain sight,” he says, popping the ‘P.’

His voice echoed through the hall like a warning. He looked straight at me, and in that awkward moment his eyes softened; it left a lingering feeling creeping around my thighs. Something moist… Class was soon dismissed, and my utter humiliation was the new gist. Soon, I got nicknamed Simple Simon. However, destiny, or maybe a more sinister force, had other ideas left for me. Except for the sound of my boots, the hallways were deserted and quiet. After Intro to Psychology, I had left my sketchpad in the auditorium, and I had to get it back

"Your Honor, the psychological evaluation report on Ronald Werther's youngest son, Thomas Werther, has been completed. I believe this report has significant bearing on the nature of this case." The judge permitted him to speak. The psychiatrist took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the courtroom before finally landing on the gaunt, hollow figure in the defendant's box. "After joint consultations among multiple specialists and brain scan comparisons, we have reached a very rare but definitive conclusion." The psychiatrist paused and enunciated each word clearly, "Thomas Werther suffers from an extremely severe, congenital case of Antisocial Personality Disorder. In layman's terms, he i

My Bully is Psycho Chapter five Isabella "I missed hurting you Isabel " his taunting voice dripped with menace. What a psychotic thing to say... I looked into his gaze for any trace of remorse, if I could perhaps see a glimpse of my childhood best friend, the one person I missed so much. It wasn't there. This was a totally different person, and all I could manage to find in those gray eyes were hate and disgust. "Let me go! " I hissed out in pain, if anything his grip tightened around my shoulders even more, his nails digging painfully.

He checks me up, his eyes lingering on my now half exposed breasts. “Don't worry though if you end up bleeding to death,I'll just throw your body into the sea. Of course after I fuck your perfect gorgeous body.” I wince at the crudeness of his words. Indeed, he is a psychopath. Who talks about raping a dead body like it a recipe they are discussingdiscussing? “You are sick in the head.”I spat and the man just grins. “You are not the first one to tell me that sweetness.I have always been sick in the head. Tell me something new.”he shrugs nonchalantly.

And worse is that I didn't understand half of them. "What?" I'm starting to feel like I said this word a lot even though it's not my fault… it's his, it's always his. "You're saying that you are a psychopath? Because you have something to do with this then that must mean you are a psychopath too." He sounded so calm saying this, he even might have sounded bored but I knew he wasn't, I knew he was enjoying himself because… because the evidence was poking against my lower back. He was enjoying this sick game of his because Savaş Ewald was a sick and twisted person who didn't know limits.

Dylan shrugged, looking at Lucas contemptuously: "Why should I get out of this, I'm not like you Lucas. I feel very uncomfortable when I see your provocative eyes, and so I just want to immediately torture you and see the pain you have to endure.” When Lucas saw Dylan's menacing demeanor, he couldn't help but shiver because he was aware that Dylan was a psychopath capable of murder. He won't give up until he's satisfied with what he's accomplished for himself. Lucas had no intention of turning into a piece of meat and allowing Dylan to shape him in any way he saw fit.

The estate gates disappear behind us as we merge onto the highway. "Have you ever heard of psychopaths?" His voice is low, dangerous. I roll my eyes. "Obviously." "And do you know what they do?" I hesitate, narrowing my eyes at him. "What’s your point?" "The worst of them will make you wish you’d ended up with a rogue," he murmurs. "Creative sadistic fuckers, those ones." A chill runs down my spine, though I refuse to show it. I don’t know what it is in his tone—the certainty, the calmness—but it unsettles me.

It was easy to see after such cruel abuse of the homeless man that the abuser had a serious psychological defect. ‘This woman is very dangerous and abnormal. Her maximum sin value must be over 60!’ Jack thought.