Novel Psikopat Novels & Stories

Jude Psychopath. Sociopath. That’s what they called me. They weren’t wrong wither. I’d gotten the fancy diagnosis years ago. Funny thing about labels, everyone used them like they were some kind of weakness. A vulnerability to exploit. The only vulnerabilities I’d ever known were currently gathered around Ryker’s obnoxiously large dining room table. Nova was mated to a fucking demon.

"I've known my fair share." "Would you say it is normal for someone to be both a sadist and a masochist? Or do you at least have experience with the two sides in a single personality?" Jessa asked. Her gray eyes were alive with intelligence and wonder. I shook my head. "The players I know tend to stay on their side of the slash. Add to that his psychopathic tendencies." I shook my head again. "That is a combination I've never come into contact with." "What is this psychopathic business? My son is not a monster," Momma said with a growl in her voice.

“It’s like he cleaned the weapon before leaving.” I shake my head. “Or he licked it.” “Hmm.” “Psychopaths have tendencies to taste their victims' blood.” Dakor Romanov’s face comes to mind. That lunatic sucked a man’s blood through his nose. “It does something I refuse to understand to them.”

Or letting something loose. I exhale and continue toward my office, forcing my mind back into order. Professional. Detached. In control. But control slips the moment I sit at my desk and open his file. Nikolai. No second name? I scan the pages, skimming details I already know, charges, aliases, redacted locations. My eyes blur until one line stops me cold. Psychological Note: Subject exhibits heightened perception. Possible mirroring tendencies when engaged. Mirroring. My fingers tighten around the folder.

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.

“You don't understand how obsessed I am with you, Sophie,” “It's your fault for being too perfect,” Now between that psychopath and Lucas, who was the bigger psychopath?

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.

The news said that a naked woman's body was found in her apartment room, but unfortunately her cause of death was not known. Sunggyu's father needs a psychiatrist to treat him so that he will stop hurting other people for his pleasure, I know that father is a murderer and he is like a psychopath since being abandoned by his ex-girlfriend, and according to what I heard that my name is the name of the ex-fatherreally dad has the heart to name me after the woman he loves, don't you think if mom knows for sure she will be very hurt, I don't know how beautiful that woman is to make dad like this I really want to meet that woman and see her in person.

As I said that, his eyes widened in disbelief. Werewolves were too easy. Give them a little bit of what they crave and pretend to protect what they protect and you'll have easy access to their worlds, and minds. You can then prey on it, use it, and destroy their psyche with what you've learned. As a psychopath, this pattern was what was most evident to me, and I gained stimuli or shall i say… the same effect of orgasm when I control people?

he stated firmly, enunciating each word clearly. My retort caught in my throat as I held my face in both hands and slid them down, pondering if I had stumbled into a sinister situation. Why was he detaining me? What did he plan to do with me? Was Kai's assault just the beginning? Did they have more punishment in store for me? The thought crossed my mind that they might be psychopaths. I had watched enough crime movies to recognize their patterns—luring people into their world and releasing them only after psychological damage, leaving them in need of therapy.