Psycho Pass Villain Novels & Stories

Jeremy smiled, holding my hand. “And you can break the bond as well.” “I tried… he didn’t let me.” I said. “COntinue doing it. I am sure it will.” “And when it will, we will run away.” I smiled. “We will.” He smiled back. “But can’t we do it right now?” He asked. I shook my head no. “Why?” “You know what he did at the wedding… He said he will get me from the depth of hell.” “He is a psychopath,” Jeremy sighed. “He is a devil.” I corrected him.

He declares as he looks around, waiting for a while to see if anybody is going to come by the door. He scoffs and returns his focus to me. "You see, that was even just a waste of time. The next time you make such a stupid, malicious attempt, I'm not just going to rape you, but I'm going to kill you afterward," he says, and my eyes go wide. Oh great, this guy is a psycho. How the hell did Vincent allow a psycho to work as a director in his company? What the hell is going on here? I groan as I continue to struggle against him with his large palm obstructing my mouth from making any sound, but he is not even budging.

I stumbled into the path of a fucking villain. Well, calling it a squad back then was generous. It was just Regis and a silent Class A Beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I remembered crawling through the high itchy grass, bruised and bleeding, only to look up and see Regis leaning against a thick oak tree, a wicked, lazy smirk on his face. He didn't help me. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was Regis Nightshade— a bastard, dirtier than the devil himself, who cared about nothing and no one.

He expelled power through every pore in his body and I know doubt thought he could break me in two with a flick of his wrist. A voice is chanting something in my head but I don't pay attention to it. To preoccupied with the herculean man in front of me. My eyes connected with the dark man and a lick of electricity sizzled over my skin as he shamelessly took me in. From my toes, lingering a bit on my chest, and then settling on my eyes. His lips part as he stares at me. With a zap, I recognize what the voice is saying, and as soon as the words leave my lips I regret it. "Mate."

Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed. "Too early for you to decide, noh? If not me, then who?" "...." "Johann, the crown prince? he's a psychopath just like his mother. The son of Duke Pariata? He's a jerk who's only fond of chasing ladies. Son of Duke Winston, we all know how much of a greed he is, right?" "..." "I know it won't be easy to earn your trust but I'll tell you this..." "....."

"Ah.. what kind of nasty things that I will get through after this' She knows everything, even the stupid mystery that she is supposed to solve. The system is not helping which means it cannot lock any information in secret. Only the three-screen that she got from the first world and the two items can work. Other than that is useless and what's worst is that she can't upgrade her sense. If she tries to raise the stats then her sense will get even low. Well, that one is already off the chart. It's not like she can't taste, see, walk or feel textures of something. No, its non of them but pain. Yes, she can't feel excessive pain. Even if she cuts one of her fingers, she can just sew it back in

“Then let me help. I’m not asking for a gun or a plan. I’m asking to understand.” He stared at me, then nodded. “You need to know what we’re facing,” he said. “Viktor’s not just a rival. He’s a psychopath. Charming, intelligent, patient. He doesn’t attack with force. He poisons. Corrupts. Undermines. He’ll try to get in your head before he ever pulls a trigger.” “Too late,” I muttered. “He’s already in there.” He smirked, but it was dark. “Then it’s time I got him out.”

Aiden confessed looking desperate in front of her that only made Psyche put her hands on her temples trying to massage them gently feeling a little bit off as she sighed for a long minute while trying to find a chair inside the library. "What made you think I did that all for you? You just said it earlier. I just USED you" Psyche said, as she emphasize the word 'used' in front of him, calmly sitting on the chair near the shelves looking at Aiden seriously making him feel useless comparing him to a toy that was already used that had no more used to her "No, I won't give up. Even if you use me or anything as long as I'm on your side, I'm alright with that" Aiden said pleading his way towards P

"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?"

I suspected that Villain X had helped him in the past, just like she was helping me, and he was doing all of this to pay her back. He was just a pawn, moved and controlled by the Villain X. A doll controlled by the puppet master. Yet I could see why he was in his position right now. Frankly, Blake was not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, he was easily triggered by anger and pride. The dude was like a walking jerrycan of gasoline, ready to explode with even the tiniest spark of fire.