Psychopath A Novel Novels & Stories

If I had spent my time playing, I would've died already. That's just how horrible my life is. And that's why I am a psychopath. There are a lot of other psychopaths around the globe. It's either they decided to be one because of traumas, or they were born with it. I felt a hand on my left thigh, softly brushing its thumb. "Why are you touching me?" I asked Jameson. "You look so depressed. I'm just comforting you," Jameson replied. I looked at his hand softly, gripping my thigh, and I held his hand.

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.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

I shut my eyes, moaning at the delicious sensation his fingertips were offering. “Trust me, pet. I have no reason to. I mean, why would I?” he continued gently, making perfect sense. “Why on earth would I take out an entire pack and cover it up like nothing happened? I don't go around killing people for no just cause. I'm not a menace.” “But you're a psychopath. You don't need a reason to do bad things. The world is practically in your fingertips, and you don't care about what is right.”

I didn’t know why i suddenly agreed to date him and agree to marry him but maybe it was my own defense mechanism in order to get away from the past that was haunting me. “You didn’t tell me your crazy Ex was in America” this time he placed his hand under my chin and slowly lifted my head, “he even threatened me with a gun” “He is just like that Henry, don’t mind him” “I shouldn’t?” His facial expression changed, “that fucking psychopath pointed a gun at me and you said I shouldn’t mind him?” I gulped, Henry was another psychopath I had come across. Maybe the universe was trying to mess with me because how the hell do I have to meet three men who had the same qualities? Just that zayn was the

I cannot stop when my fingers have danced on the black keyboard on the bed. My second novel’s character is named Eros Darwin — as the main character who has multiple personalities. I purposely gave Eros Darwin a psychopathic character in this novel; at least, he still lives in a world of fiction. “Eros,” I whispered as my fingers typed Eros’s name into the paragraphs on the flat screen. “Why is it so cold?” I touched the back of my neck because I felt something cold passing there and then spontaneously turned my face to the open balcony.

Definition of Psychopath: : a mentally unstable person especially: a person having an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and often criminal tendencies Tessa "Okay I'm being nice, I'll let you choose, right or left." The man whimpered, shaking like a leaf, probably pissing his pants off by the smell of it. I stood to his front, clicking the steel cutter waiting for him to choose which pinkie finger he was going to let me cut.

“Tell me about the man who killed Catherine Thompson.” The shift was subtle, but it was enough. I forced myself to push Bobby out of my mind and focus instead on the crime itself, on Catherine, on the details that had kept me awake night after night. “You’re dealing with a sexual psychopath,” I began, my voice sounding unfamiliar even to me. “Her murder was a manifestation of corrupt lust.” “There were no signs of sexual assault.”

The news said that a naked woman's body was found in her apartment room, but unfortunately her cause of death was not known. Sunggyu's father needs a psychiatrist to treat him so that he will stop hurting other people for his pleasure, I know that father is a murderer and he is like a psychopath since being abandoned by his ex-girlfriend, and according to what I heard that my name is the name of the ex-fatherreally dad has the heart to name me after the woman he loves, don't you think if mom knows for sure she will be very hurt, I don't know how beautiful that woman is to make dad like this I really want to meet that woman and see her in person.