Novel Psychopath の小説・ストーリー

Warning This story contains violence and content that may be distressing and not suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a part of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are purely coincidental. A psychopath is a cold, ruthless, heartless, and inhuman being. Belladonna Salvador is one of those. She's pretty and super intelligent, just like any other psychopath.

The sudden change of attitude made it unbelievable before his eyes. “ Same same,” I told my self as I looked at him through the rare view mirror, Sometimes I see him and wonder if the doctor who’d assessed him and said that he was a psychopath who was incapable of feeling if he was qualified, because if so, then he was killing his patients. We drove past the old church, I looked through the windows, I could see the lights, on from the outside as we drove by, the old chapels still stood stronger and renovated, it wasn’t like the old but it wasn’t different either.

Typical Beverly. Mirabella sighed and looked at her friend. “You are not supposed to smile right now.” “I’m sorry, but come on!” Beverly said, waving her hands dramatically. “That’s like straight out of a dark romance novel. The big bad ruthless and handsome Mafia lord who takes what he wants, who’s all dominant and sinful—girl, it’s wild!” “It’s not wild, Bev. It’s traumatic.” Mirabella gave her a flat stare, rubbing her forehead as though the whole conversation was giving her a headache all over again. “You’re so impossible, Bev.”

But he always blamed his father and Frederick for everything that happened to him. He believed that if Frederick hasn't come to the picture after he was given birth to his father would have no choice but to shower him all his love and he will be the rightful owner of his properties but everything scrambled because Frederick was born. Many years later he came out from the military school. At first, he started acting normal and okay not until one day when he beat up a girl that came to visit him. Handy derived joy in causing innocent people pains and gradually he become a lonely man and a psychopath whose innocent people pains brings joy to him and thier cries was like sweet music to his ear.

. And as I am a person who has an unhealthy obsession for story plots I tend to overthink about what my story is going to be, at this point plot keeps coming in my head and I was drowning with ideas. So I did the obvious solution, let G****e decide for me. "Top ten most exciting plots for thriller stories" and guess what I found it…. The perfect subject, aliens.... No, sadly it's just psychopaths, although I think alien thrillers are quite a good idea. Anyhow, I just went with that one since I noticed that they are highly stereotyped in thriller films as killers, so I was like, "This is kind of sus," So I looked into it and guess what, I found out that if viewed in a real situation, psychopa

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.

I shut my eyes, moaning at the delicious sensation his fingertips were offering. “Trust me, pet. I have no reason to. I mean, why would I?” he continued gently, making perfect sense. “Why on earth would I take out an entire pack and cover it up like nothing happened? I don't go around killing people for no just cause. I'm not a menace.” “But you're a psychopath. You don't need a reason to do bad things. The world is practically in your fingertips, and you don't care about what is right.”

Annelle grumbled, ignoring the louder laughter. The crazy idea that she could fall in love with this idiot with bipolar disorder was nothing more than a moment of insanity. Now he is cheerful and mischievous, but when it comes to summing up the results of the inspection, it is better for him not to fall under the hot hand. What was really going on in his head, only the devil knows. Most of the time they dined in silence, or rather, Annelle ate alone. The chef called the waiters over to him several times. Of the three workers, only a young boy, no older than twenty years old, properly introduced himself.

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.

He had no interest in hearing what close playmates Shawn and Zoey had been. "Do you still like Sarah?" Shawn questioned. He wasn't a good person, and under the influence of the Zuckman family, his dark and twisted side rose to the surface, shaping him into a violent psychopath. He felt no remorse for destroying beautiful things and had an unhealthy obsession with destruction. He always used underhanded tactics and never considered the consequences of his actions. He did not care if his actions hurt anyone else. If he were thrown into hell, he would drag someone else along with him.