Novel & Cerita Psychopath A Novel

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

However from what she understood, this criminal exhibited psychopathic tendencies and thus he wouldn’t understand from her point of view, rather, he would understand it if it benefitted him or not and knowing his preferences, she used them for her escape. He clenched and unclenched his hand, Anissa noticed it. His jaw ticked and in a flash he was on his feet and rounded the table towards Anissa. He clenched the side arms of her chair and bent down until his face was leveled with hers. Her heart accelerated as she stared into those soulless grey depths.

“It’s been two months since we met. You’re an amazing boss, an amazing person but you’ve had that look since the first time I saw you.” “What look?” She sighs “I don’t want to overstep but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” I don’t know what to tell her so I just nod. “Thanks, I’ll be leaving soon.” “Alright, we’ll lock up.” **** I grab a book from the shelf and read the title. ‘The Psychopath’s internal wiring’ I walk over to a seat in the corner and I start to read. A gentle hand taps me, jerking me awake.

' This is the least I could do for them, after stealing the life of their beloved' ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ RIEKA POV 10 days, that is how long I have been strapped to this God forsaken bed, I think I am slowly losing touch with reality, I keep seeing all type of things, I even see mom and dad every night, it must be due to the harsh treatment and drugs that psychopathic doctor gives me. I call him Psychopathic, because he is indeed a psychopath, he derives pleasure in inflicting pain on others. That psycho cuts me without reason, and rubs salt on my wounds literally.

Do not allow his mind game to influence your judgment, my lord, thank you, for the time," Mrs. Sharon Bukola said with tears rolling down her eyes as she took her seat. Mr. Bukola her husband consoled her as he rubs her back gently. "Dr. Charles, it is unfortunate that irrespective of your horrible crimes, you still don't show any iota of remorse. I am surprised, I must confess. You are indeed a psychopath. You are guilty of rapping and murdering an underage, girl of eleven years of age. That's horrible and there is nothing that justifies such a wicked crime. It is a felony, and hence, you are inexcusable. You are indeed a big threat to the neighborhood, the community, and the nation entirel

That was also the reason why she hurt Spencer and acted like she didn't care about the world. And that mental disorder is psychopathic disorder, which is something I fear – that we may have psychopathic disorder. The truth is, because we can't control our emotions and actions, we might end up crazy, and that's what scares me. I'm afraid of becoming crazy like those with psychopathic disorder. I was sweating profusely and panting heavily as I fell to the ground after punching and kicking the punching bag that eventually turned into a kick bag. As I landed on the ground, my pet kissed the cold floor.

I sit down after taking the journal where I placed it in my safe. I am curious to know what’s so important, and why he had it with him. I’m dying to know, but I feel nervous at the same time. I blow a breath after a moment of hesitation. I flip it open. There is a date written on the top left of the first page. It’s written in bold letters. He had good penmanship for a psychopath. I start reading the first line until I’m so lost about what’s written in there. It feels like I’ve been brought into his life. Like I am him while reading it. I can feel his suffering and pain through his words.

" she asks weakly. The psychopath cocked his gun and pointed it directly on Anna's forehead. "I don't have time to waste nor answer any of your stupid questions. Now tell me, would you rather die first or you'll pick one person out of those damn people I've listed out?!" he snapped at petrified Anna and she gaped at him awestruck. *****~~°°***** *Hospital*

I didn't even know how she was using that. “I have memories in it. Pictures and contacts. You can’t just throw my things away.” Aspen protested. “I will get someone to find it. Will you wrap this up? I have somewhere to be.” I uttered impatiently, taking a look at my wristwatch while tapping my foot restlessly against the brakes. It was coming again. That need. The need to spill blood. I was starting to feel restless. Being a psychopath dealing with PTSD has always been a major challenge for me. But I found a way to go about it and that was spilling blood.

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.