Obsessive Psychopath Novels & Stories

"Someone needs to give those commentators a psychological assessment. They might be sociopaths!" Kenneth's protest made the article by Capital Entertainz go viral. Within half an hour, it was forced to delete its post. Although some continued to comment to argue, the police soon released the official report. "The attacker has a family history of mental illness. While Capital Entertainz did report the attack truthfully, the assailant's mental illness was not caused by his manipulative ex-wife. "He is a serial gambler with alcoholism, so he is prone to mood swings.

Since I met her, every slight movement, every stare, every man who looks at her too long triggers something ancient in me something that shifts under my skin like a creature stretching after sleep. And Alina Miroshnikova… She is the only thing that stirs it into something sharper than instinct. Not softness, Not warmth, Not love but Something worse. A fixation? Or a compulsion. A need threaded through every violent impulse I’ve ever had. If they wanted a diagnosis, they should have written this in their little files: “Subject presents with obsessive, possessive ideation toward a specific individual, accompanied by heightened aggression response and impaired inhibitory control. Risk of extrem

Peter became increasingly perplexed by his boss's behavior, which he thought displayed signs of a mental disorder. Felix's character seemed akin to that of a person with multiple personalities. Indeed, all this time, he had perceived Felix's character as somewhat psychopathic. Felix appeared to derive great pleasure from seeing his opponents helpless before him without regret. However, on several occasions, Peter had observed Felix consulting a psychiatrist. Still, Felix had never disclosed the results of those medical evaluations to him.

"God. All those years I resented him. Thought he was a coward. And he was" He couldn't finish. Miguel pulled up another file. "There's more. I've been digging into Morgan Carmichael's history. Trying to understand why she's so fixated on you. Why did she orchestrate all of this? And I found" He paused. "I found something disturbing." He showed us psychological evaluations. From Morgan's college years. From her early twenties. Reports from therapists, psychiatrists, counselors. The subject exhibits obsessive tendencies related to her father's legacy. Discusses 'finishing his work' and 'controlling outcomes' as life goals. Recommended continued treatment.

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table. "I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch. "Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking. "I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.

“Oh yeah! What are you gonna say again huh?” “What are you saying Heather, I can’t do something of that such” “Those bags only contain cereals, chips and crisps?” “Why would you bring me cereals, chips and crisps? I can buy those on my own” “Listen Miss Heather, there must be a misunderstanding somewhere” “You might just be mistaken about the scenario. You just have to be calm and we will definitely track the stalker” “Are you trying to confuse my focus Sophia?” Heather grumbled slowly.

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

(Valerie’s POV) The café emitted an overpowering stench of scorched coffee beans mixed with tangible frustration. Long shadows stretched over the scratched wooden tables under dim lighting while distant conversations merged into static noise filling the air. My fingers curled around the cup as I sat in the corner watching the door. The coffee's warmth had faded ages ago yet my purpose here never involved the beverage. My presence aimed to gather data. Emily entered abruptly as her coat spread out behind her creating an unnatural wind effect. Her facial features formed rigid lines while her movements became awkwardly stiff due to her anger. It became apparent that she had experienced minimal

I was drugged, it would have been way more fun for him, wouldn't it? Finally, I wanted him just as much as he wanted me to want him. I was finally just as crazy as he probably wanted me to be over him. Afterall, isn't that something all psychopaths had in common? They wanted someone to be obsessed with them, someone they could manipulate to do anything and everything for them. I dragged in a deep breath and turned to look at him. Maybe I was overthinking but it didn't fucking matter. I just wanted him to leave right now. I hesitated for a few seconds before I got out of bed.