Psychopath A Novel Novels & Stories

"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

"Like they always say, you can never judge a book by its cover. Look at his first love. Even now, she's acting all innocent." Both Zachary and Gigi were sporting unpleasant expressions thanks to the scathing remarks that were thrown their way. Zachary was so furious that his hands were shaking. The way he looked at Gigi now was the complete opposite of the gentleness he previously displayed. "That was my mother, Gigi! You killed my mother!"

“You confessed to plotting double murders.” “It was just one.” He dropped his hands dramatically, tilting his head. “Are we gonna debate on that?” “Fine,” I sighed. “Whatever.” “Guess who’s getting another cell all to himself?” he said, tapping his knuckles against the mattress. “You?” I refused to show the shock on my face as I asked. It’s expected that psychopaths like me should be isolated from the sane people. “I don’t know, man. Could be me, us — depending on how you behave.”

I shouldn't make snap judgments about someone just because of their appearance. Despite the fact that he was not the monster from my nightmare, I should not forget what he was doing to me at the time. The experience was no different from having a stranger thrust himself on me in the wee hours of the morning. A veneer of civility couldn't conceal the truth that he was a psychopath. This experience was made considerably worse by the fact that I was unable to fight back or resist. At this time, I felt completely helpless. Reading in front of a warm fire is one of my favorite pastimes. My pupils contracted and my pupils dilated in response to the stimulus. I nodded off as I rested my head on the

“Yeah, with my grandfather's shotgun.” “Damn girl. Who was the unlucky bloke?” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down my bottom lip to stop it from quivering. I was a liar when it came to other things, but when it comes to things related to murders, I wasn't a full blown psychopath. I am a high functioning sociopath. Opening my eyes, I saw North’s eyes hovering over my face. “It happened recently at a party in block 24. Promise me you won't call the cops on me.”

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"Does his cock reach deeper than mine ever could? I bet you moan like a bitch in heat for him now.” My stomach turned. This psychopath was actually getting aroused by this. I could hear the sick excitement in his voice. “Jasper...” “Tell me,” he cut in, voice dropping into something darker and nastier. “Does he knot you? Does he fill that pregnant pussy until you’re leaking his cum for days?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. This man needed professional help and possibly holy water.

His hands clenched unto mine roughly, no matter how I tried to deny, the fact remained the fact, that not only did he had that psychiatric eyes of his once again, but also did he fail all my attempts completely. "Mr. billionaire, you and I have business to attend to, so you better stop fucking resisting" With a grin plastered on the side of his face, he whispered out to me, but why would I ever listen to him...Never! Refusing to back down and with my blood spiking back up again, not only did I spat on his face, but also did I stepped hard on his damn foot and immediately freed myself from his shitty grip.... Remembering about it now, I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have played an awf

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.

His head was buried in a thick novel, but at her sight, he instantly hid the novel behind—a novel an 11-year-old boy shouldn't be reading. It was r rated, not because it was erotica or anything. But because it was a disturbing psychopath thriller book with torture and the deaths of people written in detail. It revolves around a psychopath who derives pleasure from torturing his fellow humans’ beings. He killed for fun on days he was tired, raped both women and men on days he felt sexually excited, and kidnapped human beings then cut their bodies piece by piece until they bled to death. Recording all his evil deeds and posting them for the whole world to see. But don’t worry, there was a hero