Novel Psikopat Mga Nobela at Kwento

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

Richard slept on the couch while Temi and Esther had gone up to Temi's room. “What about your condition?” Ire asked in a gentle tone. He had told no one else but studied everything that had to do with psychopaths with Alpha and Dr Adams. “There is no cure. It is the way I am and I will have to live this way. I will consciously do the right thing even if I'm tempted to make wrong right.” “Sounds recited.” “It is.” They sat beside each other with a wide smile. The peaceful state of the house was soothing. “Ire?”

Of many crimes. He clicked on the next document. Subject Assessment – Petrokov, Isabella A. Psychological Profile: Dissociative tendencies. High intelligence. Emotional suppression developed as self-preservation. Not recommended for reintegration without intensive rehabilitation. Note: Unstable maternal relationship. Documented abuse by legal guardian. Possible trafficking risk. His hand tightened into a fist against the desk. His jaw locked. Damian had seen dark things—corruption, betrayal, embezzlement—but this? This was different. This was what happened when the people meant to protect you were the ones holding the blade.

“Jostein, all I want is to be free and start my life again! I will promise that I will not speak for the public—“ “Liar…” a cold baritone voice that sends all of the terror inside! Jostein craned his neck to the floor with some distance from the young lady. His aura is a little bit different from earlier. Jostein is a bipolar type of man—he undergoes different psychiatric test and therapy but the only thing he knew is to kill and own someone by force. Keesha falls back no saying a word from her shocked to the handsome psycho. For a moment Jostein’s face lifted up—looking to her direction. His face is deem then he twitches an evil smile from the edge of his lips.

“You confessed to plotting double murders.” “It was just one.” He dropped his hands dramatically, tilting his head. “Are we gonna debate on that?” “Fine,” I sighed. “Whatever.” “Guess who’s getting another cell all to himself?” he said, tapping his knuckles against the mattress. “You?” I refused to show the shock on my face as I asked. It’s expected that psychopaths like me should be isolated from the sane people. “I don’t know, man. Could be me, us — depending on how you behave.”

"And I'm supposed to be impressed?" He smiled again. "Well, aren't you? It's not every day that you meet a guy who can be sexy as well as handle the sight of guts and a severed head without throwing up." "I would say the men who are disgusted by the sight of it are actually normal, while you are quite the contrary," I said. Jackson laughed again. "Psychopaths are actually pretty normal." 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."

He checks me up, his eyes lingering on my now half exposed breasts. “Don't worry though if you end up bleeding to death,I'll just throw your body into the sea. Of course after I fuck your perfect gorgeous body.” I wince at the crudeness of his words. Indeed, he is a psychopath. Who talks about raping a dead body like it a recipe they are discussingdiscussing? “You are sick in the head.”I spat and the man just grins. “You are not the first one to tell me that sweetness.I have always been sick in the head. Tell me something new.”he shrugs nonchalantly.

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.

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