I Am A Psychopath Novels & Stories

" What's the plan." My lips curled up. It's about time I lived up to the name the world gave me. A psychopath? Nah...I'll be worse than that when I get my hands on those who hurt my girl.

His face twitches in a vicious laugh. "Shut up, you insane psychopath !" "Psychopath ? I see myself more as a complex man. Pampered, selfish, vain and fucking indifferent, yes, but a psychopath, no”. "I see a bad moon arising". I begin. "Really ? Singing ? Now ?"

If I had spent my time playing, I would've died already. That's just how horrible my life is. And that's why I am a psychopath. There are a lot of other psychopaths around the globe. It's either they decided to be one because of traumas, or they were born with it. I felt a hand on my left thigh, softly brushing its thumb. "Why are you touching me?" I asked Jameson. "You look so depressed. I'm just comforting you," Jameson replied. I looked at his hand softly, gripping my thigh, and I held his hand.

I stare sideways at him with a grin. He sighed, giving me a pity-look, just the one I hated the most. "You find me pitiful?" My tongue roll over my teeth in a scoff. "No, you're a psychopath," a laugh that lasted only a second burst out of his lips. "You're lonely, but you sure have one weird way of solving that.. i only sympathize with your victim and the reporters that thinks they've got a big scoop everytime it happens when they're just pawns on your chess board,"

I just need to force myself to get even stronger and get out of here. I am thinking, Why is this psychopathic hopelessness? Ah, I forgot that psychopaths are half crazy. I wanted to ask; why would he want to mess with people’s lives? “You must be wondering why I mess with people’s lives? So what if I play? “ I blinked many times, and then I still managed to smile awkwardly. I can’t believe this psychopath can read my mind with one guess. I can’t keep up with this guy because there’s no guarantee that he won’t kill me. With a deep breath and then let out slowly, “Help!” I shouted out loud.

he said from the other end. “And that prompts the murder?” I asked confusedly. “No, he has an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and also some criminal acts that are caused by curiosity, he is a psychopath. The psychiatrist that diagnosed it, said that it was inherited from someone in his family,” he said from the other end. “Mark, what causes the murder?” I asked impatiently.

I coughed as I chased for oxygen, having inhaled most of the smoke. My phone rang. With a huff, I smirked and tapped the green button. “Indigo, I won.” “Well, thank you for keeping my night eventful. Aren’t you happy? The feeling of all that adrenaline crawling through your veins… Isn’t it exciting?” “You’re a psychopath.” “At least, I’m not so different from you… sociopath.” I might have clenched my hand tightly around my phone that the call ended upon the sudden click of the power button.

I agree I'm sick from the mind and I have lost all my insanity and humanity to have Aiyla with me for the rest of my life. Since the first day, I saw her I was going crazy for her; imagining her I have fucked myself so many times. Slowly she became like a poison and my drug that I can't even live without taking an ounce. I needed her in my life for my selfish reason, since the first day I wanted to cage her and never let go. I know I'm a psychopath, pathetic to kill her every day by torturing her and that's what I want, that's what I wanted to do only by killing her from inside will she ever be with me and only with me.

'I have experienced this urge and this feeling many times. I do not suffer from any mental disorder. I do not know why I have it. I seem to enjoy being cruel to people. I am a sadist, or you may call me a psychopath. I get pleasure when I hear a woman screaming with pain and begging for her life. I enjoy inflicting pain. It seems abnormal but I am like that. It has been part of me for many years now. I am a sick man. I am a wicked and a spiteful man. I have an evil mind and I believe in seeking violent revenge over small issues. Inside my head it’s all dark.’

The maniac gave us such a fright that my people still haven't gotten rid of the memory of that day, and most of them walk around Lenox on their tiptoes whenever he comes over to visit. "It betted don't be another fucking bomb like last time," Luka voices my thoughts. Great, now one of my brothers is a little mad, and the other one can read my mind. I'm fucked. "Luka, do you think I'm a psychopath or something?" Lenox gasps, and I can picture the little shit holding his hand over his heart as if someone just shocked and hurt him at the same time. Luka rolls his eyes, "As a matter of fact, yeah. Yes, I think you're a psychopath, but I can't rule out the possibility of you being a sociopath eit