I Am A Psychopath Novels & Stories

Too kind. Not like them. Not like anyone. At the asylum, they labeled me—Antisocial Personality Disorder. Obsessive. Sadistic. I know what I am. I know my mind isn’t right. I talk to myself more than I talk to people. And sometimes... I fantasize about blood. But this time, I don’t want blood. I want her touch. I want her warmth. Her kindness. I want her to treat me like I matter like I’m not just a fucked-up product

If I were somehow found out by others or reported, they would say I was a psychopath, and then lock me up in a mental hospital ward and tie my whole body up, or else I'd be in a prison in the middle of the sea for the rest of my life. But I have a unique fortune, and so great. With the power and power that is rightfully mine, I will still be free, and enjoy my time to have fun. After all, I have never taken the life of an innocent person, I will only hurt people who have bullied me, and boldly do things beyond the limits I have set. It's not my fault for doing that to them, I already issued a warning, and they are still stubborn, it's the thing that triggers my demons to come out. And if the

Because I’m most certainly the last person on earth she could ever fall for. On one hand she despises my very soul after everything I’ve just put her through; and I have a feeling that I will keep screwing with her because I know myself too damn much, and on the other hand I’m not the kind of man that a girl like her should ever think about falling in love with. Because I will only end up breaking her heart and hurting her more than anyone else in this world. It’s just who I am. And no matter how much I claim I can change, one thing remains. I’m still a psychopath and that is a characteristic I can never get rid of.

People with antisocial personalities are highly impulsive and aggressive, have no sense of shame and are unable to accept or be accepted by society. "I, too, am a sociopath," he says with a laugh. "I have never been born with such things as conscience and shame, and I am very likely to become a murderous criminal because of my ability. Don't you think I'd be better off finding my own kind and using them as guinea pigs to pass the time, rather than doing something worse?" Looking at Madman's dark green eyes and weird totem tattoos, I shuddered. It dawned on me that Madman, if he really was mad, was only as mad as Hansel.

"My woman had an ex who was a psycho. It's true that I captured him but that was only to talk to him one on one. I wanted to know why he hurt her and he didn't even seem sorry for everything he did to her. Apparently, he's some loser who takes pleasure in ruining women and ripping them off of their hard-earned money. He has done a lot of bad things too and that warranted him to be put behind bars. It's true that I'm an influential person and I can have my way with things but I promise you all that I'm not that kind of person." "I'm not a kidnapper, I'm not a psycho and neither am I a rapist or a violent person. I drink but not to the extent of losing my sanity and doing stupid things. I smok

Boy who was caught stealing but doesn't even have the idea of what he dud which was bad. I can't even imagine my boss has someone like this as a friend cause he is very calm and doesn't even like people butting into his business not to talk of doing same with the others own but this one... He is way out of league cause he would only keep on frustrating everyone around him with is behavior.

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.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, my mind was still grappling with the absurd words that came out of his mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest like a drum as I sweat with cold, my lips were trembling while my fingers were fidgeting on my lap. “It’s as simple as that. It’s not that hard, you see,” he said casually, as if killing a person, your very own father at that, isn’t a big of a deal. He is absolutely, without a doubt, a psychopath.

Now I just want to piss him off even more to get him back for killing my friend. The dude has always been cold and domineering. But the fact that it didn't even matter that he killed someone just so he could put me away for a crime I didn't commit tells me there is something really wrong with the creep. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and go with something close to psychopath.

The coldness of the water seeped into my bones. Was he trying to get me sick ? I pounded against his wet shoulders as I fought against him now, I didn't care if I was screaming aloud, hell I wanted someone to hear me and rescue me from this psychopath. I thought Grey had come along with him, why wasn't he helping? Ace might be committing a murder and he just wouldn't care? Such sick loyalty. "Ace l..let go please!!" I sputtered out. He suddenly backed me against the shower wall, now I was completely drenched and visibly shivering while he completely appeared to be unaffected.