Novel Psikopat Novels & Stories

Whether that be through Nuel’s watchful eyes or the tracker in my phone or the ones I was certain he had on all his vehicles. I just needed space to think, to process. To determine whether any of this bullshit could be true. And if it was, I knew I could never trust him again. If it was true, even some of it, he would not only be a mobster but a serial killer as well. A psychopath! I hadn’t spent the last several weeks with a psychotic serial killer, maybe a mafia leader, but surely not a murderer. How could such tender and gentle hands be capable of such horrible sins? He had his rough edges, but who didn’t?

He walked slowly to the tall window and stared out at the dark, moonlit gardens below, his mind miles away. Then something caught his eye. A drawer in the nightstand was slightly ajar just enough to tease. He hadn’t meant to look. But something cold and instinctive pulled him forward. He slid the drawer open. Inside lay a thick medical folder. His fingers closed around it before his brain could stop them. He opened it. The words on the first page hit him like a bullet to the chest. PATIENT: Sophia Marie Langston DIAGNOSIS: Antisocial Personality Disorder (Psychopathy)

I stood beside his bed, it was the second day since I took over his case. His report file doesn't say much just, 'Name: Leo Rockwell. Age: 26 Parents: Not known.' His condition said that he is a psychopath who is quite violent, he never spoke much with doctors. His interactions with doctors are nearly zero. I sighed at thoughts about the hardships I have to face to cure him. I looked at his face, he was sleeping quite deeply. I felt a bond with him though I met just yesterday and his first impression was not that good. I wasn't even able to see him clearly cause the room was still dark. The nurse had told me not to pull the curtains and let the sunshine come in cause he hates sunlight and it

“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.”

It was easy to see after such cruel abuse of the homeless man that the abuser had a serious psychological defect. ‘This woman is very dangerous and abnormal. Her maximum sin value must be over 60!’ Jack thought.

I cannot stop when my fingers have danced on the black keyboard on the bed. My second novel’s character is named Eros Darwin — as the main character who has multiple personalities. I purposely gave Eros Darwin a psychopathic character in this novel; at least, he still lives in a world of fiction. “Eros,” I whispered as my fingers typed Eros’s name into the paragraphs on the flat screen. “Why is it so cold?” I touched the back of my neck because I felt something cold passing there and then spontaneously turned my face to the open balcony.

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.

Dita said while looking at her empty cupboard. "I did it," Deg, that voice? Dita quickly turned around to confirm the person, and sure enough, it was Radya the psychopath. "Crazy guy? Uh, I mean, you?" "Yes, I did all this," said Radya, he leaned against the door of Dita's room with his chest crossed. "Why, on what basis did you do this?" Dita couldn't understand this guy. Radya walked towards Dita with a smirk that made Dita retreat slowly and finally stuck to the wall.

He said with a soft voice and sympathy that I was sure was not even there. “You doubt me? You could just ignore him like he doesn’t even exist. I am the one who will take care of him.” He said it out loud, purposely for Leo to hear him. “And if he made you uncomfortable. Just tell me. I’ll dig his eyes out, maybe just one. I hate the fact he can’t see our happy life together…” Now I know. Why do people call him ruthless. Now I know, why people call him a psychopath. I walked out of the house as soon as Alex loosen his grip on my waist. Oh my god, what I just witness earlier.

" 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