Psychopath Maniac Novels & Stories

His hands clenched unto mine roughly, no matter how I tried to deny, the fact remained the fact, that not only did he had that psychiatric eyes of his once again, but also did he fail all my attempts completely. "Mr. billionaire, you and I have business to attend to, so you better stop fucking resisting" With a grin plastered on the side of his face, he whispered out to me, but why would I ever listen to him...Never! Refusing to back down and with my blood spiking back up again, not only did I spat on his face, but also did I stepped hard on his damn foot and immediately freed myself from his shitty grip.... Remembering about it now, I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have played an awf

“You don't understand how obsessed I am with you, Sophie,” “It's your fault for being too perfect,” Now between that psychopath and Lucas, who was the bigger psychopath?

His accent is prissy in its strained attempt to sound authentic. JP translates. “‘It is all there… all twenty million… thank you for your help… once you refuel, I will need you to leave the property immediately.’ And the big asshole says, ‘Of course. It is a pleasure doing work with you.’” I’m so angry that tears spring to my eyes. Psychopaths bargaining a man’s life away like it was a slab of meat. I want to kill them all. Or at least see them thrown in jail and rot there until they die.

It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim light. “Is it all there?” the stranger asks, the question directed at his men rifling through the eight bags at his feet. “It’s all there, boss,” one of them confirms with a tip of his head. Nico stands still, hands clasped in front of him as he stares ahead at his client. The other man nods, jaw ticking as he holds Nico’s gaze for a beat too long which would make any normal person uncomfortable. But Nico isn’t a normal person—he’s a psychopath incapable of feeling an ounce of emotion. He’s the perfect capo for Angelo because he will get the job done, no matter what, with no remorse or fear of the outcome. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m lookin

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.

“I will ruin you and burn your family into ground for this little stunt,“ he says, tightening the fingers around my neck again. “Oh my God, Miko. What is happening?” A woman comes out of a private gym. Her expression is frantic. “Leave her. She will faint.” Then finally he lets my throat go and I drop to my knees. I cough profusely while I rubbing my neck. This man is a psychopath. “Canopy’s Intranet drive is missing,” he says, in a thick voice. “WHAT?” the women exclaim and looks at me wide eyed. He grabs my bag and throws it towards the woman. “Check it.”

He took off the one he’s wearing and replaced them on mine, muttering as he petted my head, “much better.” This man had a severe problem, and I believe he would have benefited from the services of a psychiatrist rather than myself. Yes, I have gone through a lot of traumas, but I have never been this psychopathic as him. “You’re a demon.” I clenched my teeth and narrowed my eyes in defiance. Nonetheless, he only responded with a lopsided snide remark. “Tell me something I'm not already aware of.” “I hope you rot in hell,” I say, not backing down. “Try better next time, doll.”

LEIGH-ARI After my little conversation with the hooligan, he insisted I take a bath, and seeing as how he was on the edge of losing it; I had no choice but to comply with him. Something about him was vaguely off, and no matter how much I knew to calm people down, there was no calming him down. He was insane in his own way and I didn't want to tick him off, not while I was still clueless as to why they captured me. He seemed to be a very well poised psychopath who would skin you alive while he had a poker face.