Gambar Psychopath Novels & Stories

"And I'm supposed to be impressed?" He smiled again. "Well, aren't you? It's not every day that you meet a guy who can be sexy as well as handle the sight of guts and a severed head without throwing up." "I would say the men who are disgusted by the sight of it are actually normal, while you are quite the contrary," I said. Jackson laughed again. "Psychopaths are actually pretty normal." He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement."

His accent is prissy in its strained attempt to sound authentic. JP translates. “‘It is all there… all twenty million… thank you for your help… once you refuel, I will need you to leave the property immediately.’ And the big asshole says, ‘Of course. It is a pleasure doing work with you.’” I’m so angry that tears spring to my eyes. Psychopaths bargaining a man’s life away like it was a slab of meat. I want to kill them all. Or at least see them thrown in jail and rot there until they die.

He had seen me cry so much in the past few days, I can't let it happen again. “He is simply psychopathic.” “What did you say?’’

at least not in a city, well maybe in a village, in Texas. Hmm, how psychopath looks? I heard that they look like normal people, maybe one of those quiet persons... You know, those men with glasses and a kind smile, who are slim, and not physically strong, and you never would say that this person could do any harm, even for a fly. But this old man, well he doesn't look like he couldn't do any harm, no...he has something evil, he doesn't smile a lot too. He doesn't have that kindly creepy smile like with it he would try to tell: 'don't be afraid go with me, I will give you a candy if you will...

"I've known my fair share." "Would you say it is normal for someone to be both a sadist and a masochist? Or do you at least have experience with the two sides in a single personality?" Jessa asked. Her gray eyes were alive with intelligence and wonder. I shook my head. "The players I know tend to stay on their side of the slash. Add to that his psychopathic tendencies." I shook my head again. "That is a combination I've never come into contact with." "What is this psychopathic business? My son is not a monster," Momma said with a growl in her voice.

Dita said while looking at her empty cupboard. "I did it," Deg, that voice? Dita quickly turned around to confirm the person, and sure enough, it was Radya the psychopath. "Crazy guy? Uh, I mean, you?" "Yes, I did all this," said Radya, he leaned against the door of Dita's room with his chest crossed. "Why, on what basis did you do this?" Dita couldn't understand this guy. Radya walked towards Dita with a smirk that made Dita retreat slowly and finally stuck to the wall.

Psalm's eyes shot up, nervousness shooting off him in waves. Shane only stared at him, some people would try to make a nervous person feel better but not Shane he simply watched if anything he was amused. I was right. He definitely is a psychopath. "I'm so happy to have your fiance work with you. She's magical," my jaw dropped at the words. He literally said the opposite and now he was saying this? Shane caught my shocked expression and he turned back to Mr. Psalm. "You should be telling her that not me,"

My stomach tightens and I gulp as I memorize the file again. This is the man that sits across from me with his lazy posture and half-amused, half-predatory expression and eyes. He looks so calm and completely different than what this file reads or says about it . But I would be a fool and not worthy of my license If I don’t realize that psychopaths like him with the level of high IQ he possesses never slip their mask in public or in front of anyone. I flip another page and two photograph falls out. It’s photos taken from a surveillance still. One of them is when he had finished beating a man who’s probably dead because in the photo he literally glanced at the camera with a deadly smirk on hi

I could see his dark, cold, empty eyes and feel his mint breath into my nose, "Will you marry me?" While he was focused on me, I slowly moved my hands into his pants, trying to get the gun. "For the second time, Mr. Desmond Cresont or something.." I stopped when my fingertips felt his gun. "I do not know you, and I will not marry you! You're sick! You psychopath!" I quickly pulled the gun and pointed it at him. He was shocked to see how I quietly managed to get the gun from him. He stood In Front of me for a second until he started to laugh like all of this was entertaining him. He is a psychopath. How could he laugh at a time like this?

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"