Gambar Psychopath Novels & Stories

I didn't even know how she was using that. “I have memories in it. Pictures and contacts. You can’t just throw my things away.” Aspen protested. “I will get someone to find it. Will you wrap this up? I have somewhere to be.” I uttered impatiently, taking a look at my wristwatch while tapping my foot restlessly against the brakes. It was coming again. That need. The need to spill blood. I was starting to feel restless. Being a psychopath dealing with PTSD has always been a major challenge for me. But I found a way to go about it and that was spilling blood.

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

Tears came to her easily, so I wouldn't let her tears touch me. She came back to the picnic mat with dry eyes, seemingly unaffected despite the earlier display of pretended tears during the phone call. I couldn't help but wonder about her peculiar behaviour. While I had initially suspected she might be mentally unstable, I started to reconsider, leaning towards the idea that Ashley might be more of a psychopath. Her actions seemed to align more with that characterisation. Alternatively, I pondered the possibility of her having schizophrenia. Somehow, I felt that one of these conditions might provide a fitting explanation for her perplexing behaviour.

Humored him, and he found me insane but after finding out about the deaths he had caused that night he found me, I know there is no limit for that man nor does he understand what that word means. There is not much to go on about him but I had spent weeks learning about the people he had killed, how merciless he was. He was probably an undiagnosed psychopath with his obsession of causing chaos no matter where he went and my behavior of doing the same must be familiar to him so he will see me as a kindred soul. He has to. Fucking has to.

I don't even need to pack underwear either for there are always new sets just waiting and ready to be worn or not, I'm mostly naked whenever I'm alone with Mario. He must have some kind of condition like an addiction to sex. Perhaps if I type in how to stop sex addiction on my web search he would get the message since he's spying on me all the time. I took my laptop and type it on the search bar. It's been a while since I giggled like this.

They would have robbed the store and left the town. Finding RK had been the best thing ever. Now he had someone to do the dirty work while he watched Gina's life get ruined. He wanted to break her to the point that she'd never get back on her feet again. He'd do it slowly by slowly until every person in the town went against her. He went down in his basement and looked at the photos of her. She was always very happy, not knowing the pain she caused people by stealing their keys. To him, she was the real psycho. How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences?

As if I have control over that! The man moved around the room as if he’s teasing us. He’s definitely antagonizing us before killing us. What a classic psychopath. A vampire who’s not right in the head? Sounds like a certain vampire in a certain movie I’ve watched. With that ugly looking CGI baby they pulled, they should've just hired a real kid. "What the hell are you thinking?" The man uttered and I blinked a couple of times. "Oh, you can hear my thoughts?" He nodded and I sniffed before chuckling. Ah shit, I just called him a psycho and he heard it. Ah, stop thinking about it.

Preston was left all alone. "I know who you are, you bloody shit. You are a psycho who loves to torture girls above the age of 18 and you experience pleasure from doing it and it is a disorder called Schadenfreude. You were a kid when you were diagnosed with this. You liked hurting people and you know what I learn from your past that you are a manwhore who doesn't even look good going for beautiful girls. You know what the fuck you did, have you ever felt guilty for hurting those people. If you had a girl and if she gets raped like Isabella in front of you, will you be happy from that misery. Not even your daughter, what if your wife gets touched by those men. I know your wife died of cancer

She immediately clicked the site and read through it. "The most serial killer traits are: Lack of Empathy, Lack of Remorse, Impulsivity, Grandiosity, Narcissism, Superficial Charm, Manipulation, Addictive Personality, Lust for Power, Sensation Seeking, The Macdonald Triad" she read through and with a disturbed look she raised her head from her laptop. "Lack of Empathy?" Her voice trailed. She tried imagining how Stephanie was, with the little time she got to know Stephanie, she wanted to check if her characteristics match these ones on G****e.

“Rule number one— You are to stay away from the last room in the west wing no matter what! The young master likes perfection and orderliness, mess up the event today and you will be greatly punished “ the maids gasped at the second rule and starts to murmur. Rose, the head maid cleared her throat to continue “In here, you don’t just apologize and leave, you pay with everything in your life! You are in the Maxwells household “ She said viscously. “I heard he changes to a monster sometimes in a month and that’s why he doesn’t show his face” “Not just that, heard he’s a psychopath and doesn’t like women” “No, I heard he tortured them to death in bed” The gossip went on and on in silence until R