Novel Psychopath Novels & Stories

“The unit got in the way of my business operations and needed to be eliminated. Rhino horn is a lucrative income.” When Max first assessed Kris, he’d thought he was a sociopath. He was wrong. Muller was so much more. A textbook psychopath. Callous, yet charismatic. Manipulating others with charm and mimicking feelings to present as “normal” to society. Organized in his criminal thinking, displaying little emotion, even under situations that most would find horrifying. He was keenly aware that what he was doing was wrong but didn’t give a damn. Max tucked an ill-looking Abby in a little closer. “What do you want, Muller? Get to the point.”

Until then, you're nothing but a dirty little rat. I gave Nora the letter to read and she didn't get far before she looked at me. “Have you lost it? You're telling him to kill them?” “When I don't give him what he wants, he won't do it. He wants me to beg, to plead with him to free them. That's how psychopaths work. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction he wants.” She sighed and continued reading. “Are you sure this is going to work? Don't you think this will get him angry and he'll do something to them?”

“Our mother told the police our father shot me, and Eli shot him in defense, to stop him from killing our mother. After that, Eli got whatever he wanted because she was afraid of him. “ “Were you afraid of him?” He shook his head. “He used fear to intimidate, but I’ve never been afraid of him because I’m just as fucked-up as he is. We’re both psychopaths created from come poured from the dick of another psycho into the unsuspecting womb of an otherwise normal woman.” “You believe it’s your nature?” “It is. It was also my nurture, if you’re going to try that argument.” Somehow, he knew where I was going. “You never retaliated against him? Against Nine?”

"I don't need to. That person who took care of me, that person who spoke to me. Everything he does is a sign he isn't a psychopath! A psychopath lacks empathy and doesn't feel remorse. They lack conscience and guilt and refuse to take responsibility for their actions. That is no Jax." He's not a psychopath. I wouldn't blame him for turning into one if everyone throughout his life labelled him as one. "So you're saying the doctors his parents paid for were wrong?" Chase laughs. "Let me give you a scenario." I think about it and try to find one that shows that Jax isn't that. "A psychopath is the sort to want something, demand it is given to them. Then, when it's not, they will hurt the person

“He’s still asleep, Mr. Stanley. We should probably wait for him to wake up.” I then told him everything that had happened the night before. Mr. Stanley’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he listened. He seemed just as stunned as I was that even without his memories, Zeus’s survival instincts were fully intact. I mean, who else could kill a chicken with nothing but their teeth? Only a psychopath—and that was the same man sleeping soundly in the room next to mine. “Holy mother of God... that was completely insane!” Mr. Stanley breathed when I finished. I could only nod in agreement.

But after Papa, after tonight, I don’t have the strength. His footsteps echo as he approaches, each click of his shoes deliberate. He pulls the gun again, the barrel gleaming as he taps it lightly against my forehead. My jaw tightens. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” My voice cuts low, sharp. “Me on my knees. You’re sick. Twisted.” His lips curve faintly, not quite a smile. “You think I’m crazy.” “No.” My eyes lock on his, unflinching. “I think you’re a psychopath.”

He kicked a cabinet in a fit of anger and he groaned in pain. He sat down at the dining area and dropped his head on the table. He did not know what was wrong with him. He felt a strange attraction to Chiara and it bothered him. She was not the most beautiful woman he had encountered, but there was something about her that drew him in. He had never been attracted to someone like that, someone so cold and wicked. "God! Am I a psychopath too?" He took a deep breath and raised his head. 'probably, because only a psychopath could love a psychopath.' he concluded in his mind. ******

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

Somehow before they started to become a sadistic killer, they were the best experts in several areas, such as archeology researchers, math teachers, magician, escape master. They were photographers, even the best, lawyers, pharmacists, they were the best teachers of letters, chemists, mathematicians, engineers, even a businessman in the construction business, who one day from one hour to the next, were married people, of good , related..., but suddenly... They initially kept in touch with Yue, who at various times, at some point in his life, he started meeting with a psychiatrist, who happened to be a psychopathic cannibal, but he was a master of psychology, until they simply became psychopa

This particular one is a psychopath. Wild Ones are dangerous because they have lost their moral reasoning, and succumbed to the animal's basic instinct. A Wild One kills and feasts on the 'meal' until its bare bones remain, but this particular one just kills without feeding on it. Just for the kills. Just for the thrill of the kill. Hence, the name; The Wild Psychopath. They gave him that name after his fourth kill, a year ago. They've been trying to find him but he has proved exceptionally evasive to an extent that is surprising.