Psychopath Manic Eyes Novels & Stories

It will literally torn us apart. "Bullet, calm down. We both new the truth right? It's up to you if you'll get deceive." I said as I follow him to his room. He sigh heavily as his blank eyes darted at me. At some point, I cant recognise him not because of his f face but because of the look on his face. It shouts danger and madness. "Let me clean a way for my queen. There's a trash that's getting on our way. It should be on the bin." he smirked.

I glance at him He dark eyes scan my face with a serious expression. “Never be alone with that psychotic bastard.”

the man cried out when Lucas landed a punch on the head of the dagger, pushing the knife deeper into his eye and it burst out of his head. "Fucking bastard. You're messing with me, huh? I've been going too easy on you, huh? Should I cut off your balls, huh?" Lucas barked, his eyes red with anger, his veins visible on his neck as he stared at the man with completely wide eyes like the psychopath he was.

– yellow-green eyes look with disgust at the bloody picture in front of them. The blood-stained lips of a blond man with eyes the color of a summer sky are touched by an insane smile. - You do not understand. It's sweet. So sweet… - Stop it! You are crazy! - I will kill her. I must. For this I need a lot of strength... - his hand reaches out to another trembling person, but it is intercepted by thin female fingers. - Stop it, otherwise I...

He is also tall but the man with ocean blue eyes is taller. He has a black pair of eyes, a thick face—I mean eyebrows and has an annoying smirk on his lips. I don't like that smile... It's like the smile of a rapist! My heart beats fast, keeping up with the trembling I feel and I don't want it. My hands were shaking a little bit. When I got down, he reached out his right hand to me. His eyes are still the same, sharp as if he were stripping me of my clothes—not only my clothes but also my personality.

He had seen me cry so much in the past few days, I can't let it happen again. “He is simply psychopathic.” “What did you say?’’

“If I’m barking up the wrong tree then why do you look so fucking nervous?” Nicholas looked up at the man that had a menacing grin and towered over him like a giant, Nicholas was on his knees but his gaze was firm as he looked at the man. He was bald, he had dark green eyes that looked like being angry was it’s natural shape, he had a small scar running down from his top to bottom lip, his fists were clenched tightly and he looked like he could explode from anger at any given moment.

He never spoke, so it was impossible to know what he was thinking about, light brown eyes were cold and terrifying to look at. The investigative reporter, Bobs Peterson once said, " the eyes of Chuks Badur were so cold that when he stares at you, you would think that they were empty holes dragging your soul to hell. His stares would make even the hardest of men turn Lilly livered, as they announce his intention to murder you in a gruesome manner. Those are the eyes of a sadistic murderer."

I hear a masculine voice yell, I turn to see a tall muscular man with facial tattoos I scoff "Isn't this a bit Cliché?". He walks towards me with 10 other guys "Are you harassing that woman?". He asked with his broad chest on my face I look up at his face "No, we are just having a friendly conversation". She starts making noises shaking her head "Just a game we like to play" "Do I look like an idiot?". He asked with a threatening tone "Of course not, just a big baffoo who doesn't know how to mind his fucking business". He pushes me to the ground

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.