Psychopath Maniac Novels & Stories

“Yes” I knew I was adding fuel to fire but things had already gotten this bad what’s the point in pacifying? Plus my mission was to stir an argument and leave so I guess it’s all working together. To my bewilderment he scoffed a laugh that was similar to those psychopaths scenes in movies and in the blink of an eyes his expression returned to its dark demeanor. What manner of craziness is this? Did I fall in love with a psychopath? “Nicklaus you have to let me go, you’re hurting me”

He looked me over, his eyes lingering on my now half-exposed breasts. "Don't worry though, if you end up bleeding to death, I'll just throw your body into the sea. Of course, after I fuck your perfect gorgeous body." I winced at the crudeness of his words. He really was a psychopath. Who talked about raping a dead body like it was a recipe they were discussing? "You're sick in the head," I spat, and the man just grinned. "You're not the first one to tell me that, sweetness. I've always been sick in the head. Tell me something new," he shrugged nonchalantly.

Owned. I added a third finger, stretching my tight walls as I fucked myself harder, water splashing around my thrusting hand. In my mind, it wasn’t some anonymous actor; it was a strong, dominant man who was pinning me down, calling me his filthy secret while using my body for his pleasure while my senator husband was none the wiser. “Fuck me… ruin me…” I whispered desperately, eyes glued to the screen as the man on the video slapped the woman’s ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint. She cried out in pleasure, her pussy visibly creaming around his thick cock.

“Ditto to you too!” A noise that sounded like a growl came from the man, him moving to the door. With a slam that made me wince, I was alone in the room once again. I fell back onto the bed, all the anger subsiding. This was terrible. My friends and I were screwed. And why? Because I decided to hook up with a psychopathic maniac who trains wolves and kidnaps girls. My brain is going in overdrive as I continue to lie on the bed. How it was my fault. How is was beer pongs fault. How I should have just NOT kissed anyone. My stomach twisted and I placed my hand over it.

He breathed gently before his voice came back harder. "I know that mother fucker and I know you can't be anywhere near him. He is a black hole, Caroline. It's only a matter of time before he kills you or one of his enemies does. This isn't a joke. He runs a very powerful criminal organization. He tortures people, kills people. He's a fucking psychopath. A monster." A monster. He tried telling me so many times. He never pretended to be good or to hide his darkness. He just never showed me the extent of it.

After Chris had finished arranging the ward for Madam Jacobs, he went downstairs and headed to the police station. Outside the police station, Assistant Jacobs was already waiting. "Mr. Jacobs." When Assistant Jacobs saw Chris, he walked over to him. "The identity of the attacker has been verified. It was said that he's a broke businessman. He has a mother, wife and daughter, but because he was under too much pressure, he became a psychopath. He had just escaped from mental hospital not too long ago. After hurting Madam Jacobs, he ran away. When the police found him in an alleyway, he had already committed suicide."

My heart screamed loudly, and my eyes widened at what dad said. "He's a terrible psychopath." continued father. "It's not just buying and selling weapons and prostitution. Our informants say that it's also very easy for him to kill people who bother him. Especially women who spend the night with him and turn into parasites in his life." There was no other answer from them, all that remained was a brief silence while my breath caught. There is disbelief inside me .. the man who always throws seduction and temptation at me .. the man who puts his hand gently on my skin, with all his charm .. and I only know him as a tough man who is actually fragile because of his childhood trauma .. he couldn

He checks me up, his eyes lingering on my now half exposed breasts. “Don't worry though if you end up bleeding to death,I'll just throw your body into the sea. Of course after I fuck your perfect gorgeous body.” I wince at the crudeness of his words. Indeed, he is a psychopath. Who talks about raping a dead body like it a recipe they are discussingdiscussing? “You are sick in the head.”I spat and the man just grins. “You are not the first one to tell me that sweetness.I have always been sick in the head. Tell me something new.”he shrugs nonchalantly.

I couldn’t go back on my promise. “Where are your men?” I asked him, when I looked around and found no one. I wondered whether the one whose head I had smacked against the wall was still in that room. He shrugged. “I have no idea and I don’t even care. I see the wary looks they give me. They all think I’m crazy. But they do all I ask them to anyway because I pay them.” He sighed. “This was not what I pictured my life as a wealthy man would be like. I was never this depressed when I was poor. At least I had a woman who truly loved me but now, I’ve turned into a psychopath.”

"We could start with those in your custody. As soon as you're done questioning them, you can leave them in my care. I know well enough how to deal with their disgusting lot. I'll make examples out of them, ensure their counterparts remember their fucking place!" Alpha Asher seethed, his deranged grin unsettling many who were present, including myself. I knew the man had to have a screw loose with all the disturbing things I had heard about him but seeing him now, his madness somewhat exposed as he fantasised about killing the rogues, cemented my thoughts all the more. The man was a psychopath. "Fuck no! This is our jurisdiction and you have no right to dare touch anyone in my fucking pack!"