Psychopath Maniac Novels & Stories

The maniac gave us such a fright that my people still haven't gotten rid of the memory of that day, and most of them walk around Lenox on their tiptoes whenever he comes over to visit. "It betted don't be another fucking bomb like last time," Luka voices my thoughts. Great, now one of my brothers is a little mad, and the other one can read my mind. I'm fucked. "Luka, do you think I'm a psychopath or something?" Lenox gasps, and I can picture the little shit holding his hand over his heart as if someone just shocked and hurt him at the same time. Luka rolls his eyes, "As a matter of fact, yeah. Yes, I think you're a psychopath, but I can't rule out the possibility of you being a sociopath eit

"Until you came along. Finally, the man has a weakness that can be exploited. I would be a moron not to help take him down." I shook my head. "Why did he kill him?" Angelo sneered. "Are you listening, kid? The man is a grade-A fucking psychopath. Do you think he loves you? One day he's going to put a gun to your head and you won't see it coming."

It's time to focus on my work. I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm a ruthless man with no mercy feelings. People call me Psychopath killer... and some say I'm a heartless beast! And they're correct with it.

In resignation, I retreated into a toilet stall, knowing it was a futile attempt to escape. Locking the door behind me offered only a temporary reprieve. I knew it would only delay the inevitable. "Daisy, don't run away from me," he called out. "You know it's pointless, don't you?" I shivered at his words, paralyzed with fear. "Just let me kill you," he continued, his tone twisted and sadistic. "But don't worry, I won't let a beautiful body like yours go to waste. I'll rape it until it's nothing but a lifeless shell." His words sent chills down my spine, and I realized I was dealing with a psychopath.

The psychopath said laughing hysterically before the headache started again,then stopped before asking Luca"You need me so stop fighting me" "Who are you?''Luca asked, standing up to look at himself in the mirror,not hearing the voice again before he finally said. "I'm whatever you might want me to be,but you know me already,you created me so why the question?"the Psychopath paused before finally saying. "I'm people's worst nightmare mate,I am the BEAST!" ~~~ A/N: Dissociative Identity Disorder is a medical condition,so I do hope you guys don't tag luca as a crazy man.

I said sassily to myself, walking towards the vanity to take out a shirt and wrap it around my arm. I grunted in pain, holding the arm close to my chest. "Such a bitch," I muttered to myself. Well you're whiny. "Ugh, I am you, dimwit." I turned towards the two hellhounds watching me with confused stares. I gave them a reassuring smile. "I'm good, I promise. I got this." I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. The perfect reality for a psychopathic maniac who hated me wasn't hard. I just had to make it sadistic enough and then I was done.

He was the type of guy that had connections, you know— He'd been cleaning up trash for rich people or something, had to go to prison for a time to rouse suspicion away from his boss. He coughed, and the cigarette fell from his fingers. Had that big old scar on his face, it scared people. I always wondered who gave him that scar. The man was a psychopath. Most of us had been convicted for crimes like murder, and arson. “What were you convicted for?” He paused, and he clasped his fingers together

Making the woman scream hysterically. "It hurts. HELP!" her voice began to weaken. "That's what I want, you in pain. I like that," The guy took the knife from the victim's thigh. Then, he took the gun from his pants pocket. Stepping back a little, and... DOR... DOR... DOR... 3 shots right in the woman's head made her die instantly without a word. Meanwhile, the guy laughed in satisfaction, a real psychopath. "AAAAAA," Dita who witnessed it uncensored reflexively shouted loudly, a second later returned to closing her mouth, her tears began to fall.

He dangerously leaned closer to her as he threw her on bed instantly, and she jumped a little after colliding with the mattress. "Shut your fucking mouth! And don't dare to disrespect me with this dirty mouth of yours or I will slice off your tongue!" His dangerous words made her gulp down her own saliva as she couldn't help thinking who he really was? Which man on earth can easily kill people without fear of being caught? A psychopath, police and mafia! He was either one of them. And the closest was mafia because a psychopath and police cannot own tons of money. She pressed her head down on the pillow to maintain as much distance between his face as she could.

But after Papa, after tonight, I don’t have the strength. His footsteps echo as he approaches, each click of his shoes deliberate. He pulls the gun again, the barrel gleaming as he taps it lightly against my forehead. My jaw tightens. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” My voice cuts low, sharp. “Me on my knees. You’re sick. Twisted.” His lips curve faintly, not quite a smile. “You think I’m crazy.” “No.” My eyes lock on his, unflinching. “I think you’re a psychopath.”