Psychopath Manic Eyes Novels & Stories

I need them alive and crazy to retain my position as the best psychiatrist that ever lived. Hahahahaha! Yes, to more crazy people! Fill the world and make me rich. I was interrupted from my thoughts by the clearing of a throat. I looked up and saw that the lawyer was watching me with a bit of fear in his eyes. That was when I realized that I had been smiling happily all the while I was reading the document. My grin turned to a smirk as I stared the man down. He must think I am crazy evil for grinning while reading the biography of a crazy ass arsonist. Well, I don’t give a crap. I am crazy!

he spoke with an unsettling fervor, his eyes reflecting a profound level of madness. His eyes looked painful, fixated on the figure of his doll. She looked fragile, weak.. A fiery sensation surged within him as he gazed into those anguished eyes. This sensation was peculiar, almost euphoric in nature. The person for whom he had been this crazy was now tied up and in pain. He had been sarcastic for months. Now he realized something hit him in the chest painfully. Those mesmerizing eyes radiated with a potent mix of rage and hatred, directed solely at him. He realized that in his pursuit of possessing her, he had brought ruin upon her. What purpose did it serve if he couldn't have her?

I nervously replied to the man, he just smirked at me as if he didn't believe me. "Let me see your wolf's eyes," the man commanded causing me to swallow my saliva in immense nervousness. I slowly lift my head until our eyes met and I showed him Kodaline's eye color. "Your eyes are still blue, it's either you're a new rogue or you've never killed anyone before." The man said and looked at the other warriors as if they were talking using their pack's mind link.

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.

The bloody psychopath. I groaned in anger and discomfort and opened my eyes when I heard footsteps and turned to look at the man walking close to me, "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." he said, smiling at me like a maniac, "you almost got away from me. I admit, you have one gruesome punch." he said and rubbed at his nose, and then shrugged, "but if I have to be honest… I like a strong contender." "go to hell." I spat out weakly,

But he only laughed maniacally and said something which I guessed was in Italian to his other mate, before pulling me up to the table. I looked across the table one last time and I noticed his gaze on me. Raw and fierce, as if waiting for me to make just one mistake. I immediately succumbed to anything that was about to be done to me like a tamed cat. His eyes alone carried a command issued with threats not spoken, and the sore pain on my body was enough to make me know what I will go through if I didn’t obey. He is a psychopath, and the last thing I needed was to get on his wrong side again.

Holy shit! It was the crazy man –I meant, the man who I sent to the psychiatric department. He still wore the same clothes as I had met him two days ago. Black leather jacket, black biker pants. His tousled curly hair was still as gorgeous as ever. And his eyes… shone yellow, it got brighter and brighter as he stepped inside the room. I could see his lip line went down and he curled his hands into fists. He was staring down at the creature with so much intensity. I could even start to picture dark smokes behind him, giving him that ethereal and badass persona.

Turning around, I shoot his both eyes… He screamed so loudly that everyone shiver at the intensity… “THEY WERE LOOKING AT MY WOMAN” Thudddddddd. I again shot him and this time on his head between his eyes. “THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR GETTING CLOSE TO MY LOVE. MY OBSESSION”. AUTHOR’S POV* “WHAT THE FUCK MAN” shouted Leo once I am out of my man sight. You are insane… They said. They were looking at his eyes searching for something maybe but the only thing they saw was… MADNESS, MADNESS for her. Obsession for her… LOVE for her…

Admitting weakness isn’t something she does easily, I’m guessing. “That’s all right--” I smooth tangled hair from her face --“what’s the point of having a mate, if he can’t be there for you, right? You have nothing to fear from me…or anyone else while you’re here. No one will dare lay a hand on you.” She stares at me with swollen, bloodshot eyes, but still doesn’t speak. Goddess, what is it with those eyes? It’s unsettling. I’ve seen more expression in the eyes of psychopaths.

Big intimidating man looked like he was ready to shoot his head off if he heard another second of it. One of the three seemed like the more calm one. He was still looking like a lunatic. But a calmer lunatic. He had the same ice blue eyes as Luciano. His dark hair was slicked back and he seemed pretty muscular. He looked like he had gears turning in his head at all times, always thinking. I'm calling him... calm lunatic.