I Am A Psychopath Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not a laugh exactly, it was more like his brain genuinely didn’t know which emotion to pick anymore. “You’re insulting me?” he asked incredulously. “I’m surviving.” That finally made something crack. A sharp snort escaped him before he caught it and honestly the surprise on his own face almost made me laugh too. Oh my God. The psychopath was malfunctioning. I kept going immediately before he recovered. “And another thing,” I added while gesturing vaguely toward him, “you’re ruining your intimidation factor.” His brows lifted slowly. “How?” “Too much chaos,” I answered seriously. “You need mystery. Emotional restraint. Dangerous silence. Right now you’re acting like a horny Disney villain wit

Squeezing my eyes shut briefly, another tear escaped. They stood there trying to fix it, but nothing. The man beside me tsked, his eyes on his watch, before they dragged up to meet mine, and I froze. His eyes had no form of life in them, almost as though they belonged to a corpse. Who hurt him? Who made him this way? I wondered. Have you ever heard of psychopaths? Isabella, some people don't need someone to hurt them or get evil. Some were born evil, just like him.

It was as if I lost myself in him, his gaze brought me peace, and that I would never deny. 一 Now it's my turn 一 He woke me up from the trance and put his last scoop of ice cream in his mouth, how had he finished everything so fast? 一 What is the real college you want to do? 一 I wanted to try psychiatry 一 I was honest, I was never interested in business or law, my dream was always to be a psychiatrist. 一 This is good and new to me, but why? 一 I wanted to understand how the human mind works, it's curious to me.

Tearing my gaze away from him, I unfold my slip of paper. The correct definition of a psychopath -according to g****e- is a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent behavior. But I know that our English teacher, Mr. Williams, wouldn't accept that answer. He wants us to define it based on our personal experience. Everyone in the class thinks I have plenty of experience.

“What was she doing with my children? Why can't she just leave you and them alone?” “Is that what this is about?” He stepped forward, his voice eerily calm now, “Your psychotic jealousy issues. They are so bad to the point that you have to hit Kiara!” Annie scoffed, baffled by the audacity, “Psychotic jealousy issues? This is unbelievable,” She snorted. “You know I’m right. I could have the police called on you right in this instance. That’s called abuse, Annie.” He shook his head, his temper rising each minute.

“Please. I look too good to be his victim.” Kai blinked. Who was this idiot? He bit into his sandwich again, but the boy kept rambling as he sat down at a table dead center like he owned gravity. Seconds passed. Kai went back to pretending he didn’t care. Then the boy’s chair scraped. He stood up, slapped his hands together, and announced dramatically to his confused friends: “Picture this. How about I get with the psychopath and add him to my grand list?” His friends hit him on the arm. “Dude, what is wrong with you? Sit down! You’re embarrassing us!”

"Why?" I shrug. "Because I've always found the concept of human existence interesting. You are not the only one who sees me as a psychopath, you know. I've been diagnosed with the trait since I was nine, so it's nothing new," I smirk, watching the color drain from her face. Her lips part, and she puffs out a breath, shaking her head like she pities me. "You really should get checked again. People like you shouldn't be allowed on campus. You're dangerous to humanity. Even your thoughts are dangerous. You don't deserve to be here."

Her body moved in slow pace as she swayed her head, each hair dangled back to position as her hand caught them, explain the long neck. "Andre?" she called out again. I smiled this time, there is no harm in smiling, is there? "Who are you?" Uhm, I'm a psychopath who killed his co-worker and kidnapped his best friend when she caught him trying to dispose of the body which by the way is in the trunk of the car. Plus I was accused of killing my ex-girlfriend, not that I know if I did it or not because I know my alibi is wrong but still, I walk freely and yeah one more thing, you should run if you don't want me killing you.

My senior told me earlier that I need to have this contract or else our big investor, which is her company, is pulling off their share which is supposedly the funds that we’re using in our research if we didn’t present another psychology Doctor to handle his son. My hard work will go to waste if that would happen so I immediately agreed, that there is nothing to lose. After all, I can consider my client as one of my test subjects. And I can be with her, sounds illegal because I’m already in a knot, but who knows when affection strikes at a man’s, manhood. I came to DV’s fashion company to meet the parent of my client excitedly. According to my information paper, my client is a six-year-old b

Let's see what she said when it came to herself as the subject. Her smile was wide. "I didn't say I was one. I said I know what a psychopath's mind holds. I'm a killer. A damn good one. And except for a few people, I'm good with not caring about anyone. It weighs me down. Feels like I'm trapped under too many blankets that are secured to something I can't see. Think of psychopathy like a spectrum. Everyone is on it. No matter who they are. It just depends on where they fall. For me, it tends to be what the specific issue is, but that's neither here nor there."