Interviewing Psychopath Novels & Stories

You never know if you are facing a demon or an angel… if you are disturbingly annoying I suggest you stay out of this type or you might accidentally awaken a demon, we never know. Johanna Hathaway, is, although not a psychopath, possess recklessness and risk-taking behavior similar to those of a psychopath, that is why most of the cases she handled, despite being the best in the academy, always turn tragic. People who exercise dangerous amounts of recklessness are potential psychopaths, so if you have a friend who is not content with just normal extreme sports… well you better prepare because he or she might be a psychopath.

Then, he switched off the creepy music and cracked his knuckles loudly, scaring the interviewers. Two of the interviewers looked at Aaron, who was still fumbling with his toupee. He was utterly defeated and didn't say a word. The room was filled with a heavy, awkward silence. The interviewers didn't dare to ask any more questions for fear of causing another one of Thomas' psychotic episodes. "I'm in a good mood today," Thomas declared. He was smirking as he propped one leg over the other. "Ask anything you like. I'll answer honestly."

I didn't know which to be more frightened about, him, saying something serious and laughing or when he was saying it sternly. I sat still on the bed and asked him, “Who is your client?” He stood up and walked to the end of the room, then rested his back on the wall. “We do not give out information about our clients, it's not possible. So prepare yourself ahead for tonight. It's a simple process. All you need to do is confess what you're asked to confess, you'd be beaten, and then we will record your confession after that. Don't worry it's an easy process, once you're tired. You won't have any strength left to not repeat what you're asked.” I was sure he was a psychopath at that point.

But for some reason, she was even more eager to confront the Wolf Gang man to get more information. "Try me. I'm sure you're not here to kill me." The Wolf Gang man snorted hatefully. "So confident. What if we were hired to kill you?" "If that were the case, you wouldn't have come in so openly, made a scene in the nightclub, and then suddenly invited me along. Do you think I'm stupid? I've dealt with people like you before. Don't underestimate me. Tell me, what did your boss tell you to come here and take me away?"

But after Papa, after tonight, I don’t have the strength. His footsteps echo as he approaches, each click of his shoes deliberate. He pulls the gun again, the barrel gleaming as he taps it lightly against my forehead. My jaw tightens. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” My voice cuts low, sharp. “Me on my knees. You’re sick. Twisted.” His lips curve faintly, not quite a smile. “You think I’m crazy.” “No.” My eyes lock on his, unflinching. “I think you’re a psychopath.”

“Just wait! I’m talking to her right now—so be quiet—” “What?! You’re talking to her? Why isn’t it on speaker? I want to hear her voice, damn it! Wait—are you secretly flirting with her?!” the voice roared again. My jaw nearly hit the floor. There was no need to guess who was speaking. Only one person would ever call me his wife and demand to see me like this. Thaddeus ‘Zeus’ Vitale—the psychopath I was trying so hard to control.

It wasn't penetrating at all. "Tell me honestly, Damian, promise me that you will be a hundred percent transparent with me. You won't withhold any information from me," I asked. For a moment, I saw him tense up at my request, but how soon the expression appeared was also how soon it left his face as he put on his charming smile. Instead of waiting for his response, I blurted out the question that haunted me. "Am I a psychopath?" My question seemed to surprise him and he blinked, wondering if he heard me correctly before bursting into laughter.

“The woman is not who I am worried about, I am worried about Axell! Don't you know how crazy he can be when he wants something? He does everything in his power to get it! He is a psychopath! Haven't you noticed that?” I screamed at the top of my voice.

“And maybe someday have coworkers who complain about Mondays together.” Gary watched me quietly. “But you know…the future has a way of rewarding those who refuse to give up.” I grinned. “I’ll remember you said that during my first interview.” “If you need interview tips, I can give you some right now but I doubt you’d remember them when…” My eyes lit up. “Of course I will so give me some tips “I interview new staff from time to time.” I leaned forward without thinking. “So what do interviewers actually hate?” He took another sip of coffee. “People who pretend to know everything.”

James took a sip of the coffee. He had interrogated hundreds of people over the course of his career. Guilty people lied in patterns. They gave you too much detail about the irrelevant things and went silent on the parts that mattered. Denver hadn't done that exactly. But he was visibly nervous while talking about the day he visited the hospital.