Novel & Cerita Killer 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.”

“Have you ever been to Italy? “She finds out. I can't understand how the hell he speaks so calmly, as if he hasn't left behind complete chaos and he hasn't killed anyone. That shouldn't surprise me, in the end he is a serial killer and guys like that don't feel the suffering of others, they enjoy it, killing is pleasure, shooting is a game they like to repeat. That's Aleksander's vicious circle. That he is so calm like this is nothing more than the behavior of a psychopath with a heart of ice and a soul impregnated with darkness with which he seeks to take the lives of others. "Never," I say without emotion in my voice. “You will like. "I think so," I say sarcastically.

Annoyance took over his bottomless icy stares “You think you’re in a position to reject my offer? “I have seen your type before, they knew of my sexual illness and tried to get on my bed to bear my child but they are rotting in hell already!” He said with a maniac smirk — I need to be sure you’re not pregnant and that is by being under my watch and doing everything I ask of you!” He said. Kimberly was in a tight spot. She imagined how her mother would live without her and what this dangerous Billionaire would do to her. He’s rich enough to get rid of her and clear all her life history from the system without a trace.

“I changed my mind, I want this asshole to beg, but before you do, I want you to apologize to Cara for what you did to her.” The deputy looked up at Rancid and stared into his eyes. “Fuck you, she was the best pussy I’ve ever had and I’d do it again.” “How did you ever get to be a lawman? What kind of sick fuck pretends to protect the public and then takes advantage of them?” Ashley spoke up, “He’s a sociopath.” “What’s that mean?” “He has no remorse for what he does.” “I see that.” “What you’re doing won’t do any good, you can’t change him or his ways.”

He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement." "Guess you forgot to add that they are also pathological liars and lack empathy." I watched his jaw tighten and his dark chocolate brown eyes staring at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expressions but I sure as hell knew I'd said the right thing to tick him off. And why exactly was I finding pleasure by stepping on his foot? Just when I thought things had taken the wrong turn, his expressions mellowed. I decided to tease him further. "So which type of psychopath are you? Hannibal Lecter or Patr

The cops looked at each other before one of them started speaking. "He was taken out of his room by the security for routine check up's. But Chris became aggressive and killed one of the security guards before escaping. We are currently searching for him" one of the cops informed. "Sir, Chris has a history of homicide and showed signs that he might be a psychopath. Don't you think that its dangerous for someone like him to roam freely, even for a while?" another reporter inquired.

“Then let me help. I’m not asking for a gun or a plan. I’m asking to understand.” He stared at me, then nodded. “You need to know what we’re facing,” he said. “Viktor’s not just a rival. He’s a psychopath. Charming, intelligent, patient. He doesn’t attack with force. He poisons. Corrupts. Undermines. He’ll try to get in your head before he ever pulls a trigger.” “Too late,” I muttered. “He’s already in there.” He smirked, but it was dark. “Then it’s time I got him out.”

He was loud, consuming and predictable in his cruelty. Koskov was ice. He was methodical, silent and deadly. He was the type of man that would have have a problem killing someone with a knife, a quick death but would rather prefer to poison the person slowly to watch the person suffer. He was a psychopath. A psychopath in expensive well tailored italian suits.

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

Now I just want to piss him off even more to get him back for killing my friend. The dude has always been cold and domineering. But the fact that it didn't even matter that he killed someone just so he could put me away for a crime I didn't commit tells me there is something really wrong with the creep. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and go with something close to psychopath.