I Am A Psychopath Novels & Stories

I decided the best thing to do was play along. “You act like you’re the one writing the story,” I said, conversationally. “I would believe that, except you’re the one covered in blood. Usually, the guy in charge has others do his dirty work.” He grinned at me. “I like the dirty work,” he said, conversationally. “I’m a psychopath. Diagnosed and everything. I could take medication but giving in to the urges is a lot more fun.” “So, you’re in charge,” I said. “The brains and the brawn of the operation.”

That was also the reason why she hurt Spencer and acted like she didn't care about the world. And that mental disorder is psychopathic disorder, which is something I fear – that we may have psychopathic disorder. The truth is, because we can't control our emotions and actions, we might end up crazy, and that's what scares me. I'm afraid of becoming crazy like those with psychopathic disorder. I was sweating profusely and panting heavily as I fell to the ground after punching and kicking the punching bag that eventually turned into a kick bag. As I landed on the ground, my pet kissed the cold floor.

- What is the essence of this disorder? “I won’t give you a definition from a textbook; for that, turn to the know-it-all, Neil.” But if we speak in our language - not very smart ones - then this is something like a manifestation of the behavior of a typical freak. For example, my dyed pink hair, complete with church clothes, which may offend someone's tender feelings, or the fact that I dropped out of school. In general, I don’t meet any made-up standards. - But Neil doesn’t seem to have a problem with this?

Marcus stated. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous claim. "Some compassion? I doubt that. Your friend is a sociopath."I paused to think. "Actually he is a psychopath and there is no way sociopaths have compassion. He is so annoying and if I had a choice I would not have to spend my night there. He is the worst human being to exist. I cannot wait for this night to end and never see his rude ass ever again."I complained about my anger fuelling when I recalled how annoying Alex was.

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.

His anxiety was building up with each passing second. “I tried to grab onto the bag and then I missed so a tried grab onto anything I can and I … I bit her.” Aiden said. His voice was heavy with regret because he knew that he had just broken pack law. It was clear to Aiden that a hundred different thoughts were running through his Alpha’s head. If it wasn’t so obvious in his facial expression, Aiden would still be able to feel it through the bond.

I scoffed and walked outside, acting like rotten bitch. "What the fuck is it that you want?" I asked him directly. When he shook his head. "Nothing. I want nothing from you. I just want yo piss of Kashton. Its the most awarding thing I feel. I love it! When I make him go crazy and when he feels anxious and want to break all the things in his room. I feel rewarded." He acted like a psychopath and then walked on his corridor. Should I follow?

He’ll get what he wants, no matter what we do. “If you still decide to be useless to me or try anything, I’ll just find someone that looks like you. It would be a lot of trouble, but I’ll get what I want even if I have to kill all your relatives and all your friends and forge a billion documents,” he says. I glare at him. He’s a psychopath. Crazy. Sick. Selfish. And there’s no way to win against him. He’s always going to come up with something to force our hand or he’s just going to kill us all.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let him hurt you. An obsessive person isn’t as bad as a psychopath.” “Huh?” Sydney was confused. Finn grinned. “Nothing.” He was born without empathy or fear, so he was called a monster and a psychopath. He was indeed a psychopath and he knew it. He had an unhealthy bloodthirst and life meant nothing to him. He could do terrible things just to achieve his goal.

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.