Killer Psychopath Novels & Stories

He dangerously leaned closer to her as he threw her on bed instantly, and she jumped a little after colliding with the mattress. "Shut your fucking mouth! And don't dare to disrespect me with this dirty mouth of yours or I will slice off your tongue!" His dangerous words made her gulp down her own saliva as she couldn't help thinking who he really was? Which man on earth can easily kill people without fear of being caught? A psychopath, police and mafia! He was either one of them. And the closest was mafia because a psychopath and police cannot own tons of money. She pressed her head down on the pillow to maintain as much distance between his face as she could.

His emotions just changed like silence and the storm. A lunatic laughter echoed in the whole room as I just remained shocked watching his sudden change in emotions. I knew he is a psychopath... but to this extent!!! ' HE DOESN'T KNOW LIMITS... he is an assasin. he can't see or feel anything other than pure contentment after killing innocent lives!!? ' An inner voice boomed inside my head. yeah true. "I loved my WH*RE fiesty.... so are you now!!!" he bent till my level and tried to lent me his hand so that I could stand up and balance myself.

He stood in front of her, close enough that their breaths tangled. His chest rose against hers with every inhale, every exhale, dragging her into his rhythm. He looked down at her like a predator cornering prey. “Are you hungry?” His voice was low and dangerous. She shook her head slowly, her eyes were wide as they locked on him. A dark whisper brushed against her ear. “Good. Because I’m going to fuck your pussy right now.” He tilted his head, a smirk curving one side of his mouth. “Is there anything you can do about it?”

Without even hearing his response I already touched the end call. I’m doomed. Do I need to wait or not? I didn’t even hear him. Poppycock! I was standing at Sevi’s front door still knocking and trying to calm him down. I wasn’t trying to open the door myself since the last time I do that, a flying glass greeted my face. It was better not to force him to calm down. That’s the last Psychologist said as a token of advice after she resigns. I had hired many Doctors before but no one can handle him once his PTSD struck.

I said, and I watched as his anger expanded in his face. “You caused it all!” he yelled. “If you had just given him the power, he needed then he wouldn’t have had nothing to prove. He wouldn’t have bombarded anywhere!” Keith cried out and like a little child, he collapsed on the floor and began crying against his father’s body. My narrowed eyes as I watched him and at this point there was no doubt in my mind that I was dealing with a psychopath, and I had to think fast of what I could do to stop him.

“This is King Theron you are referring to. You are the enemy, and I actually feel sorry for you. No, he won’t just kill you. He will make sure you bleed from every corner of your body. Every hole you could possibly think of, and if you think you are out of holes, he’ll make new ones.” Khaisha scowls. “You are not helping, Kalb.” Kalb ignores her and keeps going. “And then he will cut out your eyes. He will make sure you experience every possible way to feel pain. He is not nice; he is a psychopath.” Hearing her call him a psychopath makes my entire body freeze. Yet, strangely, my skin prickles with a dark excitement at the thought of seeing that psychotic side of him. What is wrong with me?

Ryan returned to his seat sensing her relax her anger. "So, I take it that you know who this guy is?" asked Ryan. Evelyn nodded her head, looking out of the window grimly. Her eyes narrowed, and brows were drawn down together, remembering something unpleasant. "The word that suits him is 'Psycho' He remains the best example of a child who faced worst parentage, an example of child abuse from worthless parents, and a cold Alpha who didn't give a damn on what was going on in his pack. But that does not excuse his actions, the number of murders he has committed. He is sick at heart, a rogue gone to the extreme end, that there is no redemption for his actions.

And you? “Lucius Bernhard,” he introduced himself. His light blue eyes scanned her from head to toe and back again before his thin lips curled into a condescending smirk. — The potential is there. I think we'll work well together. He was short, stocky, with thinning wheat-colored hair, with receding patches stretching from his narrow forehead to the top of his head. Here he is - an example of a biased, self-confident alpha male. One should not expect rationality in actions or self-criticism in thoughts from such characters.

He was still whistling slowly, whatever he was trying to achieve with that I couldn’t tell, but it was obviously working and getting the effect he wanted. He had roared at me to sit down. I had seen him shaking with anger that he was trying to control. One moment he was shaking furiously, then the next her was calm and whistling like nothing happened. Psychology taught that such behaviors and people were dangerous. Only killers and psychopaths had them, he was a killer, a psychopath, he was everything that I was afraid of, everything that I was scared that I was going to be, He was the devil himself.