Psychopath A Novel Novels & Stories

His face was bright red, and I slapped his face hard. "You are never going to get my body, not in this life or never," I replied. "Even if you try to rape me, you won’t succeed. You can have a steamy kiss with me, you can get me to taste your stupid saliva. But can I have sex with you? That’s never going to happen." I remarked. "After the death of my father, I think I have become a psychopath, and I must say I like the new me, I enjoyed seeing you suffer, it just makes me feel at peace," I said, and Xander finally picked up the call.

“Because you’re the one who put him in a coma, Hera. What happened messed up our work completely! This is what you have to do—unless you want to go to jail?” My father’s words freeze me solid. I can’t speak. The next morning, reality hits me hard: I’m now living with a psychopath next door. A comatose man whose very possibility of waking up fills every part of me with dread. Please, please don’t wake up!

When she was safely back in her apartment, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the encounter and the story of the serial killer had simply appeared, fully formed, in her mind. The next day she had shelved her original story and her fingers had flown over the keyboard as she built this new character, a man who was the non-dominant personality of an oblivious host. The host had no idea he had another personality loitering in his mind, and he had no idea what that other personality got up to. Meanwhile, the other personality, Hyde, was murdering his way through criminals, satisfying his blood lust with the worst members of society. And Mason had been her inspiration.

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.

Just meals arriving at regular intervals, books appearing mysteriously on the table they had brought in for me and Nikolai walking in and out whenever he pleased like this was all perfectly normal. Psychopath. I turned a page in the novel resting on my lap, trying to focus on the words despite the restless energy crawling beneath my skin. Escape was all I thought about lately. But escaping from a heavily guarded Russian mafia mansion turned out to be significantly harder than I imagined. Who would have guessed? I sighed and stretched slightly on the sofa, adjusting another oversized black shirt I had stolen from Nikolai’s wardrobe days ago. Not stolen…Borrowed indefinitely. The door suddenly

Yuri wants to charge in and take over our business but the old man, Kirill, wants to arrive at a settlement. I sighed. He went on, reaching out to hold my hand as he said, his black eyes earnest, ‘Mam, do you know that Yuri is a psychopath? He killed a man, cut off his head and hung it outside his office for a few days to let people know he was not the kind of man to be messed with.’ I felt the nausea rise in my mouth and I rose, stumbling blindly to the washroom to throw up. Behind me, I could hear Bea shouting at the young Capo and Paddy came up behind me, stroking my back, holding my hair as I retched.

“I changed my mind, I want this asshole to beg, but before you do, I want you to apologize to Cara for what you did to her.” The deputy looked up at Rancid and stared into his eyes. “Fuck you, she was the best pussy I’ve ever had and I’d do it again.” “How did you ever get to be a lawman? What kind of sick fuck pretends to protect the public and then takes advantage of them?” Ashley spoke up, “He’s a sociopath.” “What’s that mean?” “He has no remorse for what he does.” “I see that.” “What you’re doing won’t do any good, you can’t change him or his ways.”