Psychopath A Novel Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“A long time ago, when Lorenzo was nine, he was sexually abused by his bloody uncle. Because of that, he began to have constant nightmares and many hallucinations, he always woke up screaming, asking for help, as if that wretch was doing it all over again with him. I widen my eyes, doubly surprised. First, because he is speaking in the third person, and second, because he knows that Lorenzo was abused. '' Because of that trauma, Lorenzo ended up developing another personality, a strong personality to protect him from all harm, he was weak and very sensitive, so I started to take his conscience, getting in control. He turns around, looking me in the eye. “Nice to meet you, Elisabeth. My name

“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 wanted to take a turn and walk towards him so I could play with his chest hairs or try to lick each of his tattoos off… or maybe everything at once… But I stopped drooling when I discovered that he had a fat burning scented candle in his right hand, with some of its hot now-dried wax on me and… was he smiling? The psychopath was smiling like a fucking maniac but I was right, heat was arousing, and those gray eyes never failed to excite me with a simple gaze but I doubt there was anything even simple about him—not with what I’ve heard so far.