Gambar Psychopath Novels & Stories

My senior told me earlier that I need to have this contract or else our big investor, which is her company, is pulling off their share which is supposedly the funds that we’re using in our research if we didn’t present another psychology Doctor to handle his son. My hard work will go to waste if that would happen so I immediately agreed, that there is nothing to lose. After all, I can consider my client as one of my test subjects. And I can be with her, sounds illegal because I’m already in a knot, but who knows when affection strikes at a man’s, manhood. I came to DV’s fashion company to meet the parent of my client excitedly. According to my information paper, my client is a six-year-old b

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.

Eleanor asked and Beatrice had a small smile on her lips, watching me with curiosity. Of course, I have never gotten angry because of a client but there was just something about X. I just didn't like the fact that he saw me as a whore. Beatrice gave me a weird look before taking my hand. "I was told he is hot," She said and I scoffed in anger. Who even told them that when no one had seen his face? The psychopath always wears this annoying silver mask which only made me suspect him more. "If I tell you what he asked me to do, you won't call him hot," I replied Beatrice and continued. "He is sex deprived which probably led to his anger," I said and wiped off my makeup, looking at my reflection

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

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.