Psychopath Kdramas Novels & Stories

“Right, Stematography.” “You’re not even sure of the concept,” I parrot. “Tristan… sorry, he-who’s-dead to me is unstable. He’s a sociopath with antisocial disorder. Of course, he has a pattern. Even Dahmer had a pattern.” “We’ve searched every hidden place,” Damon completely ignores my protests and ambles to the center of the room. “What do you see in plain sight?” “I see your stupidity.” “No, I mean plain sight,” he says, popping the ‘P.’

"Does his cock reach deeper than mine ever could? I bet you moan like a bitch in heat for him now.” My stomach turned. This psychopath was actually getting aroused by this. I could hear the sick excitement in his voice. “Jasper...” “Tell me,” he cut in, voice dropping into something darker and nastier. “Does he knot you? Does he fill that pregnant pussy until you’re leaking his cum for days?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. This man needed professional help and possibly holy water.

I close my eyes, imagining that awful stillness she describe, and my throat tightens, tears stinging the back of my eyes before one slips down my cheek. “I’m so sorry, Kira,” I whisper. “I didn’t know.” “No! It’s not your fault, she answers gently. I can’t even imagine what it was like for you either, not being able to remember anything.” I chuckle bitterly, the memory coming back. “It was just like you described yours, except I wasn’t trapped alone… I was being manipulated by a monster.” We both laugh lightly, the sound a little cracked. “Speaking of the psychopath, what do you feel about killing him? Kira’s voice turns thoughtful.

Somehow before they started to become a sadistic killer, they were the best experts in several areas, such as archeology researchers, math teachers, magician, escape master. They were photographers, even the best, lawyers, pharmacists, they were the best teachers of letters, chemists, mathematicians, engineers, even a businessman in the construction business, who one day from one hour to the next, were married people, of good , related..., but suddenly... They initially kept in touch with Yue, who at various times, at some point in his life, he started meeting with a psychiatrist, who happened to be a psychopathic cannibal, but he was a master of psychology, until they simply became psychopa

Without a word, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the chair nearby. “He’s mentally disturbed, very different from the rest of us,” I whisper, one step pushing me forward. Alejandro raises a brow, confusion etched to his features. I smile. “My brother. . .Mariano. He’s uh. . .a psychopath.” Another stop carries me forward, my hands moving behind me to unfasten my bra. It falls to the ground and Goosebumps spread across my skin when the cool air brushes over my nipples. Alejandro gulps, his eyes blinking twice.

"It wasn't just pain. What we did was sadistic. It was fucked up." "And yet you loved every second," he purrs into my ear. I can feel my thighs trembling and my pussy getting wet just being close to him. There's a sickness inside of me for enjoying what we did. A sickness I don't know how to fix. "There's something wrong with me." "You are perfect, Azira. There's something wrong with the world for telling everyone what is right or wrong." I shake my head. "You are crazy. Now let go of my arm."

• Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality) • Dubious consent / non-consensual themes (coercion, power imbalances) • Obsession & possessiveness (stalking, toxic attachment, unhealthy control) • Graphic violence & gore (blood, injury, death, explicit descriptions) • Torture & pain infliction (psychological and physical torment) • Cults & rituals (dark family traditions, blood oaths, disturbing ceremonies) • Abuse & trauma (emotional, physical, sexual abuse) • Murder & death (brutal character deaths)

Victim pronounced dead at the scene. I scrolled. Then froze. The victim’s name wasn’t familiar but the attending physician was. The insurance adjuster too. Both names that had appeared in at least three other “accidents.” “You see the pattern,” Daniel said quietly. “Different victims. Same clean conclusions. Same signatures buried in the paperwork.” My pulse quickened. “This isn’t coincidence.” “No,” he agreed. “It is a pattern and only psychopaths do that.” I swiped to the next file.

And he even calls her mad. Irina is not mad, she's only suffering from PTSD and it's all because of Zorya. She treated her so badly and never gave her that motherly love and attention that became traumatic for Irina as she soon fell into depression. She became quick to anger and withdrew herself from everyone. I was the only one she spoke to then, she did not talk to Olga and even our dad. And then, I just left her. “Fuck!” I curse, running my hands through my hair. I just came back from killing Evgeny and sending his body to his family. I'm seriously not in the mood for all of this, but at the same time, I need to speak to my sister.

“You see, I don't think you know who Antonio is..I just want to help you out” “I am sorry…what do you mean help me out,I don't remember asking for help,I am not in trouble”. “Antonio is …a bipolar…a psychopath…crazy whatever that is related to a mental illness, he may be perfect now but trust me it won't be for long”. Angela watched her take a sip from her wine glass, a bit offended by her statement. She shifted uncomfortably and looked around before asking. “You called me here to warn me about my man?”