Psychopath A Novel Novels & Stories

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

He checks me up, his eyes lingering on my now half exposed breasts. “Don't worry though if you end up bleeding to death,I'll just throw your body into the sea. Of course after I fuck your perfect gorgeous body.” I wince at the crudeness of his words. Indeed, he is a psychopath. Who talks about raping a dead body like it a recipe they are discussingdiscussing? “You are sick in the head.”I spat and the man just grins. “You are not the first one to tell me that sweetness.I have always been sick in the head. Tell me something new.”he shrugs nonchalantly.

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.

She wrapped the blankets around her and fell asleep. A/N: CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK THE PROSTITUTE AND THE PAINTER

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.

Love him, and do whatever he wants because the love I have is my first death. He will be happy and pleased when he sees me submit and surrender under him, when he sees that, in the end, I did whatever he wanted. He's just obsessed with the fantasy he's created in his head about me. But then he would get tired of me, and do other horrible things just to get me out of his life. Maybe he'll let me go when the little pieces of me crack, or maybe he'll kill me for it. And the possibility of that unsettles me. I couldn't think of any good or beautifull possibilities from him like a fairytales or other dark romance, because in reality .. only bad things could come from a psychopath. I want to get o

He groaned, sneaking his large palm into my shorts and In no time, grabbed at my dick, his touches were so gentle as he caressed the tip,a taunting smile appeared on his face as he let go. “I will take you right here, In Front of the camera” He whispered, smiling, as if his threat weren't purposely to inconvenience me, how can I get myself involved with such a psychopath, who seems to me like the perfect man to align my messy life. “I might have to do this then” He said, beaming, his hands skillfully unbuttoned my shirt and I screamed in absolute terror, I grabbed the piece of paper with a pen and scribbled my signature on it.

I see my clothes, books, towel, papers, and pens on the floor lying freely, which makes it even harder to search for the floor. I bend down and pick my books, notes, pens off the floor and keep them on my study table. I pick the chair and dust it which I had kicked a few minutes ago then slam my ass on it. "I can't fuck this shit. I need to graduate." I remind myself that I am doing all this for my freedom, for money. I need to pass. I need to graduate. And I need to buy a new Nutella jar too. Warning: This is a dark-humourous novel, not a serious werewolf book. You will know why I am called Almost Psycho, if you are planning to read this book.

Luca, on the other hand, has been going crazy since his kids were taken from him. They were all he had left. His neighbors heard him breaking things so they called the police. Luca was taken to a facility after his tests came positive for PTSD and disruptive behavior. Days passed, and he stayed quiet. Cooperative, pretending to be fine. The doctors bought it. They thought he was getting better. Not until one evening, during a shift change, Luca made his move. A nurse had forgotten to properly secure the door after checking his vitals.

"I'm interested in anything that's new and fun to me. You, Wade, are a fun and interesting person. I like you," It sounded like some kind of love confession or a high school girl confessing her love to her crush. However, Wade didn't fall for it easily. Nevertheless, it didn't stop his heart from accelerating. The files said that Vincenzo Luciano was a psychopath with mental illness and likes to prey on people. This could be one of it. "Well, I don't like you," Wade said. "Sir, what would you like to drink?" The waitress fidgeted with the notepad like a teenage girl.