Novel & Cerita Psychopath Manic Eyes

In his place was a monster with completely wild, unhinged eyes, his pupils dilated with a terrifying, manic rage. “I loved you!” he screamed, his voice cracking, spitting blood right onto my cheek. “I fucking worshipped you! Every single touch, every single smile… you fake bastard! Was it funny? Did you laugh at me behind my back?!” “N-Niko… please…” I choked out, my hands instinctively coming up to grab his wrists, trying to pry his brutal grip away from my neck. He didn’t even budge. His strength was inhuman, fueled by pure, psychotic betrayal.

“Who are you? Please let me go...” “You look like a goddess from a closer view.” I focused on his face; he wore a skeleton mask that covered from his nose downwards and his forehead. His light blue eyes were visible, but his dark brown hair draped over it. “My goddess.” He cupped my chin with his free hand and brought my face up to meet his; his eyes searched my face with so much softness I didn’t think any psychopath would have. I removed my face from his hold angrily as I tried to remove my wrists from the handcuff; it was impossible. “Why are you doing this?” My entire body was trembling; the knife was still on me.

But he did at that moment. So what did this say about him? He wasn't... a psychopath? No, he was. He had just overthought because he wanted Matthias to be comfortable. Having had enough of playing the nice card, Dante strode forward and grabbed Matthias by the neck, strangling him and forcing him to stand and look him in the eyes. ..... What Matthias saw in those blue eyes made his blood run cold. They were lifeless. Cold and calculating. He had seen eyes like these before. The eyes of a psychopath, like those in N*****x documentaries.

"You've completely lost your mind!" I laughed loudly like a wicked woman and stared at him with a psychopathic grin and my eyebrows raised, "I just saw my death, dumbass. How do you expect me to react?" When he was about to say something, Aeneas showed up out of no-fucking-where, and I stared at him for an instant, absorbing his appearance. He looks like a fusion of our father and his mother. Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height.

She’s crying and screaming at the same time. “You can have the food!” She says. Maybe bargaining isn’t going to stop the madman from beating the shit out of her? But at least she’s trying to reason with him. I know for sure though that once he chooses to use violence, there’s no reasoning with that man. His face literally turns a shade of red, he gets this crazed look where his eyes bulge and if it’s possible; he has this manic glint in his eyes that I can only characterize as evil.

"You're a sadistic bastard. You'll never own me." The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, my eyes widening in horror. Every muscle in my body tensed as I took in his expression, the cruel amusement in his eyes, the way his smile twisted just a fraction more sinister. But what scared me the most was the unhinged glint in his eyes, a madness that promised nothing but torment and despair. It was a look that spoke of a man who revelled in pain, who found pleasure in the destruction of others.

He had this bad energy around him that she didn't like at all. His hair was cut in a close cut military style that just spoke of all things serious and scary. His left eye was besieged with tattoos that almost covered up his whole eyes and Sylvia wondered if he could even see with those eyes because it was all so very weird that someone would tattoo their eyes like that. ''What do you want with me?!'' Sylvia seethed. She didn't quite know where the bravery came from but she was quite glad that she had it in her to talk about the way her anger was burning deep inside her. All the man could do was to smile a sadistic smile that didn't reach his eyes.

“Your eyes are black now.” “What?” I ask, feeling confused. But then I remember… this guy thinks he’s a wolf. He’s completely off his rocker and probably escaped from a mental institution or something. “They’re purple again,” Forrest observes aloud. “That’s kind of cool. I’ve never seen anybody’s eyes change colors before.” “Did you forget to take your meds this morning?” I back away from him slightly. I probably shouldn’t antagonize the crazy person. His eyes widen, as if he’s just realizing that I do, indeed, think he’s insane.

Cold angry blue orbs clashed gazes with equally angry but yet frightened and betrayed green orbs of mine. I stared straight at her , meeting her unwavering gaze. She stood at the doorway, leaning against it. Her face calm but eyes enflamed with anger, red fiery hair spilled over her shoulders as she leaned her head against the wood work. She still held the knife in her hand, holding it against the wall twisting it. She looked like a psychopath. We stared at each other for sometime and then she erupted into hysterical fits of mocking laughter. Now, she was actually a psychopath.

I wanted to take a turn and walk towards him so I could play with his chest hairs or try to lick each of his tattoos off… or maybe everything at once… But I stopped drooling when I discovered that he had a fat burning scented candle in his right hand, with some of its hot now-dried wax on me and… was he smiling? The psychopath was smiling like a fucking maniac but I was right, heat was arousing, and those gray eyes never failed to excite me with a simple gaze but I doubt there was anything even simple about him—not with what I’ve heard so far.