Psychopath Manic Eyes Novels & Stories

That son of a bitch slapped me. I looked at him through the hair covering my face now and only now, just now, did I see the monster he actually was. His eyes were the perfect description of a sociopath's eyes, no feelings, no life, no…nothing. Emptiness overtaking them. The only thing visible he had was an even more crazier smirk than before.

His eyes fixed on me, blazing with a madness that chilled me to the bone. How long had he been there? I wondered, unable to take my eyes off him now that I'd seen him. I didn't know what he would do to me. My entire body was alarmed by his presence. Under the glow of the sunlight, he looked like a madman —a psychopath. His eyes had a maddening glint, and every nerve in my body seemed to scream at me to escape the clutches of this deranged presence that loomed over me. But I couldn't move or run; there was only one entrance and one exit, and he was in the way.

He said, but my eyes remained on the miserable Ash, as he kept on wandering his eyes around, before his shakily eyes finally stopped at me again. Bringing our eyes to an eye lock, his lips parted again. "She..she wants your wife blood, would do any... anything for it" Repeating his words, he becomes pale.. "Sir, you really need to leave" The doctor tells me again, but yet again, ash stops me with his words "I bet you must be craving to know who the psychopath is. Who wants to ruin your perfect life?, you must be repeatedly asking your head that" He whispered, laughing out, before locking our eyes again.

I felt pain rippling through every cell of my body as blood splattered along with squelching sounds that mixed with sounds of cracking of my nose, jaw and ribs. “I hate you. I so fucking hate you!!! Why that fucking waste of oxygen of your father didn’t end your fucking life when he killed that stupid whore of your mother” he screamed and snarled through his punching and kicking ordeal. Then, as if he was cut off by something, he moved away from me. He looked as if he was in physical pain, too? He almost looked as if he was on the brink of collapse, the same feeling that I had right now. His eyes glazed to a raging inferno, and it looked like he was mind-linking someone. One of his minions q

It was surreal. “Fucking ask him or trick him so we can get away from here!” She barked at me, rolling her eyes at my defiance. “Fine!” I growled back and then raised my head, an unspeakable pain hit me but it was endurable. “Why am I here?” My voice was weaker than I presumed, the wolfsbane was still hurting me but it was bearable. The psychopath man raised his head and looked at me, my blood formed with the tears in his eyes and they turned red. It looked as though he was crying blood. He bent his head and gently bit his lips. I knew he was scared, it was very obvious I could feel it.

But no one noticed the absurdity in that gaze and how hollow it was, like the gaze of a man possessed. “Fuck you Lukas and fuck you too Zion for looking at me with those stupid eyes. Y’all are nothing but lackeys, lackeys!” He roared. Lukas attempted to step forward when the king blocked him with his hand. “Don’t you see his eyes...” he drew their attention to the crazed man’s angry eyes and they all stood confused, still not getting it. He couldn’t help but chuckle at their expressions “I think your friend here is high”

His eyes are a bit crazed. “Smile again for me Sorahiko”. This goddamn psycho.

The pixels of the photo were very low, showing that it had been taken with a very outdated and cheap camera. In the photo, young Nita stands in the village. "Look behind me, the person sitting on the ground is the madman. We call him the madman because he had a strange disease; his eyeballs would alternate between being large and small, his fingernails were always sharp, and grew rapidly. In addition, his beard grew horizontally, and he liked to dart around, moving with unusual agility, like a yoga expert, but not as graceful and very peculiar!" Frost's mouth was dry, in his mind, the appearance of the madman slowly merged with that of his grandfather and Betty. The three of them appeared to

He looked around the empty, cold room with wild eyes. The image of my eyes devoid of love from the dream merged with the reality of my emptied phone. The two visions overlapped, nearly driving him insane with their implications. No! It couldn't be like this! It couldn't end this way! He shot to his feet with manic energy, swaying slightly from the sudden movement. His eyes were bloodshot and wild, but they flickered with an almost obsessive madness. So what if he was wrong? So what if he had hurt me?

His eyes were poisonous and seemed to glower, prompting Helen to feel her spirit leave her body. Time remained still as she returned the man's gaze. She grasped the use of the light provided by her car to inspect the man's face while avoiding his deadly eyes. He had brown crew-cut hair that was meticulously kept, and it had a rippling quality, a symptom of his poor health. The intriguing young man's eyes were almond-shaped, and they burned with deadly passion. His once-dark eyes were flecked, and they abruptly changed from dark sapphire to their original sapphire mariner-blue hue. It darted around and around, gleaming with horror and the vigor of youth.