I Am A Psychopath Novels & Stories

The hallucination talked again could feel the anger, disgust, hatred bottling up inside me. How should I explain? To be honest I don feel anything for killing people. I just like seeing their scared faces, begging me and crying for mercy. I love it all, if that makes me a devil. “Then I’ll consider myself as the devil.” I coldly murmured under my breath whilst punching the mirror until it shattered down into pieces. Leaving my right hand bleeding, the pieces of glass stuck into my skin. Covering my face with a bleeding hand, I smiled back at my reflection on the shattered pieces of mirror. “ I love giving pain, I love receiving pain, I’m a psychopath.”

I shut my eyes, moaning at the delicious sensation his fingertips were offering. “Trust me, pet. I have no reason to. I mean, why would I?” he continued gently, making perfect sense. “Why on earth would I take out an entire pack and cover it up like nothing happened? I don't go around killing people for no just cause. I'm not a menace.” “But you're a psychopath. You don't need a reason to do bad things. The world is practically in your fingertips, and you don't care about what is right.”

He was still whistling slowly, whatever he was trying to achieve with that I couldn’t tell, but it was obviously working and getting the effect he wanted. He had roared at me to sit down. I had seen him shaking with anger that he was trying to control. One moment he was shaking furiously, then the next her was calm and whistling like nothing happened. Psychology taught that such behaviors and people were dangerous. Only killers and psychopaths had them, he was a killer, a psychopath, he was everything that I was afraid of, everything that I was scared that I was going to be, He was the devil himself.

Just a few minutes after Zeden had left, I’d headed straight to the bathroom, needing the hot water to wash away the smell of the warehouse still clinging to my skin. I was sure he wouldn’t stay for breakfast after our fight. That was my small luck. I wouldn’t have to see his face and be reminded of what he’d done. He’s a total jerk. A psychopath. A cold, calculating bastard who gets off on control and fear. He thrives on breaking people down until they’re nothing but trembling shadows in his hands. He doesn’t feel remorse. He just rearranges the world until it bends to his will, and if it doesn’t, he destroys it.

"I don't need to. That person who took care of me, that person who spoke to me. Everything he does is a sign he isn't a psychopath! A psychopath lacks empathy and doesn't feel remorse. They lack conscience and guilt and refuse to take responsibility for their actions. That is no Jax." He's not a psychopath. I wouldn't blame him for turning into one if everyone throughout his life labelled him as one. "So you're saying the doctors his parents paid for were wrong?" Chase laughs. "Let me give you a scenario." I think about it and try to find one that shows that Jax isn't that. "A psychopath is the sort to want something, demand it is given to them. Then, when it's not, they will hurt the person

I didn’t know why i suddenly agreed to date him and agree to marry him but maybe it was my own defense mechanism in order to get away from the past that was haunting me. “You didn’t tell me your crazy Ex was in America” this time he placed his hand under my chin and slowly lifted my head, “he even threatened me with a gun” “He is just like that Henry, don’t mind him” “I shouldn’t?” His facial expression changed, “that fucking psychopath pointed a gun at me and you said I shouldn’t mind him?” I gulped, Henry was another psychopath I had come across. Maybe the universe was trying to mess with me because how the hell do I have to meet three men who had the same qualities? Just that zayn was the

I called him before he could leave the room. “You have nothing to be guilty for, I might say I am a little disappointed, but I understand why you would go to such lengths.” He smiled, and a smile is supposed to make things better, but his smile simply made things worse for me. “I am a psychopath, and psychopaths are known to exhibit impulsive behaviors, everything you had ordered was for the sake of your protection—I understand. You don’t intend any offense and none was taken.” “I ordered them before we got married.” I confessed. “I had my doubts that I might not be safe with you, and honestly I thought the worst of you—but seeing is believing.”

"Your Honor, the psychological evaluation report on Ronald Werther's youngest son, Thomas Werther, has been completed. I believe this report has significant bearing on the nature of this case." The judge permitted him to speak. The psychiatrist took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the courtroom before finally landing on the gaunt, hollow figure in the defendant's box. "After joint consultations among multiple specialists and brain scan comparisons, we have reached a very rare but definitive conclusion." The psychiatrist paused and enunciated each word clearly, "Thomas Werther suffers from an extremely severe, congenital case of Antisocial Personality Disorder. In layman's terms, he i

“Good, that's good, because I derive pleasure in pain. You could call me a sadist-masochist.” I'm stunned. “A sadist-masochist?” The word comes out frightfully. Psychopath would be more fitting. That's the right word to describe men like him who derive pleasure in causing harm. Right? Except when I look at him, I don't see a psychopath. An arrogant bastard, maybe. He chuckles, a rich sound that comes from somewhere deep inside him. “You make me sound dangerous like a sociopath.” He pauses, lowering himself to sit on the chair facing me, crossing his legs. “I'm just drawn to pain. Giving it, receiving it.”

the psychologist said. Libia massaged her temples. “No, Dr. Helen, I can’t think of a single good thing. I’d rather hire some thugs to beat him up.” “Miss Musso…” the doctor said, alarmed. “It’s the truth. I want to scream, cry, and throw everything in this room! I’m the stupidest woman in the universe! And you know what? I hate myself more than I hate that awful man. I settle for so little, and I’m tired of this crap. I don’t want to be everyone’s fool anymore.” Libia broke down, sobbing, her cheeks flushed, crying like a newborn.