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Haydon got out his textbook and started writing so fast that I was surprised that the book never caught alight. "Why? Why are your friends coming here?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, but still keeping my eyes fixed on his pen in his hand. He shrugged,"I need company. If I get bored for too long I become...agitated, and that's not good," Oh, it definitely wasn't. Haydon was a major psychopath, and to make it worse, rumours said he was insanely strong, which I could testify to.

Such kind of novels only deserve this kind of ending. Huffing, Seraphine vocalized, “This is all Kayden’s fault! If he didn’t have this novel at his library, I wouldn’t have been tempted!. Even if he has desires and gets horny, he shouldn’t touch such novels. What the heck? Is he a pervert or something? Does he have weird fetishes? It couldn’t be that he aspires to be like the male lead or the female lead even of such novels. That just gave me chills. No way that is the case.”

“Is there a pattern between them?” “It's fucking brutal,” Rafael admitted exhaustedly, tapping down against the whiteboard to indicate his case notes. “It seems that a serial killer is on the loose. He kidnaps the girls, rapes them and then tortures them to death.” I jolted backwards, mortified at this revelation. “What a bastard,” Zayn gritted through clenched teeth, balling his hands into fists, his veins pulsating their way to the surface of his skin alarmingly as his blood began to boil.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

His face twitches in a vicious laugh. "Shut up, you insane psychopath !" "Psychopath ? I see myself more as a complex man. Pampered, selfish, vain and fucking indifferent, yes, but a psychopath, no”. "I see a bad moon arising". I begin. "Really ? Singing ? Now ?"

The sun was starting to burn brighter, but after weeks of being locked up inside without it, I wanted nothing more than to feel it seep into every pore in my body. But I couldn't help but feel discomfort even as I tried to enjoy my freedom. The cut burned, and it hindered me from moving the way I wanted when I wanted to. It was probably going to scar. The bastard had cut into my flesh when he could have just tattooed his name onto my skin like a normal person, except, Nicolai wasn't normal. He was a psychopath. A psychopath that I was starting to see in a different light... A psychopath who set my heart on fire.

"Okay, okay. Well, the nickname first came to me because of a book I have read. You know the one with the psychopath that killed his victims every midnight." Jasmine frowned in distaste. Is this girl courting death? Why would she name a stranger after a psychopath? "The one you kept calling your baby? That died in the end and you mourned him for a whole week?" Ryder nodded. "He was precious and adorable and didn't deserve all that happened to him. My baby deserved all the love in the world." She stubbornly defended a psychopath from a book. The book was written by the same author that had written "The Ashen Soul" that she was currently reading, titled "Who Killed Midnight". This book was one

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asked Amber lazily. She really did not think that Harper's madness in the book Read My Mind was that bad. It could be said that Harper had turned into a book addict. Almost every day Amber could see the book lying on Harper's desk and was always in the woman's hand when she didn't have a patient. Like this afternoon. She again caught Harper reading the fictional story of Jayden Hoover, a psychopath who had brutally murdered his mother as a teenager. "Psychotic. Behavior-based on—" "I know, Harp." Amber cut quickly as she raised her hand in the air. It seemed that she regretted her question which now made Harper even more excited to discuss the story of crazy Jayden. “You don't need to explai

I raise my shoulders and let them fall, “Perhaps you go ask him as soon as he’s done cleaning the blood in his hands. Let’s hope he doesn’t have to re-clean because of your blood.” “Then why hasn’t he killed you?” she asks, swallowing hard. “Duh! Because he thinks it’d be more fun if he kills me when I begin to believe the absurdity that he wouldn’t,” I retort, pressing my lips together. Jane looks at me in disbelief, “Why do you think this way?” “I’m thinking in the perspective of a psychopath,” I say truthfully. I once read in a book that psychos think very differently. “A-Jun is no psychopath,” Jane argues, and I hiss.