Psychopath A Novel Novels & Stories

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.

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?

But he always blamed his father and Frederick for everything that happened to him. He believed that if Frederick hasn't come to the picture after he was given birth to his father would have no choice but to shower him all his love and he will be the rightful owner of his properties but everything scrambled because Frederick was born. Many years later he came out from the military school. At first, he started acting normal and okay not until one day when he beat up a girl that came to visit him. Handy derived joy in causing innocent people pains and gradually he become a lonely man and a psychopath whose innocent people pains brings joy to him and thier cries was like sweet music to his ear.

See? This was such a beautifully yet tear-jerking novel I have ever successfully crafted an idea with, a few months ago. But after I have encountered all the horrible occurrences for the past months, I came back to work and turned this sad and romantic novel into a mystery and horror novel, which made all my work colleagues and supervisor absolutely petrified. They have no idea that I was even more shocked and horrified when I have suddenly realized that my novel had suddenly become so dark and twisted. It was beautifully written, like a psychopath has written a novel for the very first time.

I coughed as I chased for oxygen, having inhaled most of the smoke. My phone rang. With a huff, I smirked and tapped the green button. “Indigo, I won.” “Well, thank you for keeping my night eventful. Aren’t you happy? The feeling of all that adrenaline crawling through your veins… Isn’t it exciting?” “You’re a psychopath.” “At least, I’m not so different from you… sociopath.” I might have clenched my hand tightly around my phone that the call ended upon the sudden click of the power button.

"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.”

“Of course, Doctor. I’m listening.” He adjusted his glasses, leaning forward slightly. “You seemed a bit distant. Tell me, are there any other problems you’ve been facing? Anything specific that brought you in today?” I swallowed hard, the humming between my legs making it difficult to think straight. “Actually... I’m really starting to feel like a psychopath,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “I’ve been following my crush everywhere. It’s getting... unhealthy.” Doc Tim offered a small, reassuring smile. He looked so professional, so calm, which only made the secret thrumming inside me feel more illicit.

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.”