I Am A Psychopath Mga Nobela at Kwento

Matteo Rodriguez I KNOW THINGS I don't want to know. Things that doesn't faze me anymore since I was six. Things that doesn't even scare me after it happened right in front of me. Things about different killers that I really don't want to know. A true psychopathic killer is not your ordinary garden-variety murderer. Not like a random guy who unloads his gun into a scared hapless liquor store clerk. Not like an insecure wife who murders her husband in cold-blood over a real or imagined affair. Not like a jealous man who bursts into his boss's office and blows his little head off.

The psychopath said laughing hysterically before the headache started again,then stopped before asking Luca"You need me so stop fighting me" "Who are you?''Luca asked, standing up to look at himself in the mirror,not hearing the voice again before he finally said. "I'm whatever you might want me to be,but you know me already,you created me so why the question?"the Psychopath paused before finally saying. "I'm people's worst nightmare mate,I am the BEAST!" ~~~ A/N: Dissociative Identity Disorder is a medical condition,so I do hope you guys don't tag luca as a crazy man.

I said sassily to myself, walking towards the vanity to take out a shirt and wrap it around my arm. I grunted in pain, holding the arm close to my chest. "Such a bitch," I muttered to myself. Well you're whiny. "Ugh, I am you, dimwit." I turned towards the two hellhounds watching me with confused stares. I gave them a reassuring smile. "I'm good, I promise. I got this." I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. The perfect reality for a psychopathic maniac who hated me wasn't hard. I just had to make it sadistic enough and then I was done.

My friends were always there for me, it was only those envious kids who carried it upon themselves that I was a psychopath. Despite being matured, some of them are already parents, but childishness wouldn't consider that they were already matured. They were still putting their noses into my life, going around with all sorts of news about the IRP Alpha. Scarlett is noticeably as troublesome as them; matured, but behaves like kids. After I began distancing myself from the females of my school's who were fond of gathering their future Alpha like bird-brained flies, that was when I was given the name, 'A psychopath.'

I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings. People call me Psychopath killer... and some say I'm heartless beast! And they're correct with it. But what's funny, Damn women wants to get under my pants! They want my attention , my love and spend nights with me. Fuck ! They think I'm some handsome ruthless warlord of Mafia novels whom they can get just by their shameless flirting acts. Baby reality is cruel than your fantasies, I'm nothing like you all think!

I looked at V with tears streaming down my face. "Rosa, I know what you are feeling. But Xavier is really a dangerous man. He is a PSYCHOPATH, Rosa. He had killed numerous people. He murdered everyone who had ever tried to keep you away from him. Being a Mafia is not a big deal but being a Psycho Mafia is one. He had killed my best Agents. Nick, Mark, Rebecca, Jennie, Katherine, Leon and...." I looked up at him. I grabbed his collar in frustration.

In terms of strength, I was certainly not as good as him, even in verbal arguments, I couldn't be better than him. It was a failure when I was studying educational psychology. After all, reality and theory were not the same. I had to prepare mentally if I didn't want to continue to be psychologically manipulated by him. My life had turned a new page, I had to try to be able to adapt to this life on my own. Bearing the special status of being the descendant of a traitor, and also the mate of Alpha King. I didn't want the werewolves in the Blue Sea pack to judge me.

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

Every day we fight on the same matter. That I don’t fulfill my responsibilities. Technically I do but in my own way. Which in Dad’s words is disrespect towards him. But his words don’t matter to me. In fact, no one matters to me because I’ve been like this, indifferent and cold since childhood. People call me a sociopath because I hate people, they call me a psychopath too because I lack feelings. I am immune to emotions so maybe hybrid would be a better term to name me.

He was known as a cold hearted person who didn't give a damn about whose ox was gored. Given his Werewolf and Mafia background, he was able to get away with most things. He didn't derail from their mafia's business dealings, but his level of wickedness was on another level. A level that was higher than that of his father. He was trained by his grandfather, so he had more knowledge of the mafia's business than his father. His father had gotten into it by inheritance. Whoever leads the pack as Alpha becomes leader of the Mafia. It was also very dangerous for an Alpha to be weak,this was because of mutiny. It could break out from among the ranks of men thereby causing disastrous results.