I Am A Psychopath Mga Nobela at Kwento

Richard slept on the couch while Temi and Esther had gone up to Temi's room. “What about your condition?” Ire asked in a gentle tone. He had told no one else but studied everything that had to do with psychopaths with Alpha and Dr Adams. “There is no cure. It is the way I am and I will have to live this way. I will consciously do the right thing even if I'm tempted to make wrong right.” “Sounds recited.” “It is.” They sat beside each other with a wide smile. The peaceful state of the house was soothing. “Ire?”

He stated proudly and I froze. Good lord! I was in a room with a psychopath. I find it disgusting. All those people he's killed, the children he's murdered. He's nothing but a killer, a monster who doesn't love. "What do you want from me? I haven't done anything to you." I said carefully, I didn't want to piss him off. He sat down on the chair in front of me, he leaned back while his arms lingered on the table. He tilted his head while staring at me, his eyes were a dark shade of brown, they looked so sinful.

He is a Psychopath who doesn’t care about anything but himself. Let that sink in your head, Rachel, he is a Psychopath, who doesn’t care about anything but himself.

“Because you’re the one who put him in a coma, Hera. What happened messed up our work completely! This is what you have to do—unless you want to go to jail?” My father’s words freeze me solid. I can’t speak. The next morning, reality hits me hard: I’m now living with a psychopath next door. A comatose man whose very possibility of waking up fills every part of me with dread. Please, please don’t wake up!

I raise my shoulders and let them fall, “Perhaps you go ask him as soon as he’s done cleaning the blood in his hands. Let’s hope he doesn’t have to re-clean because of your blood.” “Then why hasn’t he killed you?” she asks, swallowing hard. “Duh! Because he thinks it’d be more fun if he kills me when I begin to believe the absurdity that he wouldn’t,” I retort, pressing my lips together. Jane looks at me in disbelief, “Why do you think this way?” “I’m thinking in the perspective of a psychopath,” I say truthfully. I once read in a book that psychos think very differently. “A-Jun is no psychopath,” Jane argues, and I hiss.

He stepped forward and jabbed his finger in my chest. "I'm here for your money, I'm here for your company, I'm here for your peace, I'm here for your sanity, I'm here for your happiness. I'm here to snatch them all from you and burn them to the ground before your very eyes." His eyes blazed in corrupt ambition. He looked like a psychopath as he spoke.

"You know, psychologists often say that the difference between psychopathy and sociopathy is at the beginning. I don't think I was born that way, but something back there forged my path and I had no way to escape. I don't blame my parents for giving up on me, although they never really tried to understand me. It was hard, you know. I saw the world differently than other people, I always wanted more compared to others and it never felt like enough." "Don't blame others for your mistakes. Your brother has dedicated his life to taking care of you. Alice says sharply, and I'm the one who gives her a cross look. Like, doesn't she see that we're dealing with an unhinged lunatic and we need to stay

Why didn't I get caught despite all the killing? I got my answers when I met a member of a society that aimed to protect people with a psychopathic disorder. Yes, I have a psychopathic disorder. And that's why I always wanted to kill someone. Because I felt like I was going insane, I visited a psychiatrist. However, I was proven wrong about thinking that the voices in my head were driving me crazy. It turns out that what I am experiencing is not just an ordinary mental breakdown, but rather Psychopath Disorder. According to my doctor, this disorder is characterized by a loss of self-control, causing a person to act like an insane individual and kill someone without hesitation.

He had seen me cry so much in the past few days, I can't let it happen again. “He is simply psychopathic.” “What did you say?’’

The hallucination talked again , I could feel the anger, disgust, hatred bottling up inside me. How should I explain? To be honest I don't 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."