Psychopath Manic Eyes Novels & Stories

It was like they were made that way to torture whoever is inside. They are doing a good fucking job at it. When I finally got my eyes to stop stinging, I focused on the man standing in front of me and I’m taken aback. I thought I would see a familiar face but I have never seen him in my life. I tilted my head to the side, cracking the tense muscle then I looked back at him and I glared. He grins like a small child, his teeth on full display as his already bright eyes twinkled with excitement. He looked like a psychopath if you ask me.

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.

The eye sockets look like they are going to burst so much is his fury mixed with paralysis as I take the cell phone from the inside pocket of my jacket, his hand grips my wrist tightly to mark a smile even more turning his head over his shoulder because, at the same moment, his body retracts falling off the chair thrashing in a painful convulsion. The diners mingle with the infiltrated men and the soldiers, while I fall beside her, hiding the cell phone between my breasts, letting my face be bathed in thick tears, the heat taking over the sensitive skin when all I want is to smile like the Fucking psychopath who finally managed to catch the victim, our identical eyes are fixed on each other

Because he was still in the middle of the humans in the humans-world, he didn’t dare to act out so blindly and carelessly. Virando was seen somewhat squinting his eyes. Subsequently, he already showed his cynical and taunting smirk in the next tick-tock of the seconds. By solely staring at the man for quite a couple of seconds, Virando could already recognize that the psychopath man in front of Wenny Kammal wasn’t an ordinary person.

My stomach tightens and I gulp as I memorize the file again. This is the man that sits across from me with his lazy posture and half-amused, half-predatory expression and eyes. He looks so calm and completely different than what this file reads or says about it . But I would be a fool and not worthy of my license If I don’t realize that psychopaths like him with the level of high IQ he possesses never slip their mask in public or in front of anyone. I flip another page and two photograph falls out. It’s photos taken from a surveillance still. One of them is when he had finished beating a man who’s probably dead because in the photo he literally glanced at the camera with a deadly smirk on hi

He thought I was going to keep lying, act angry that he killed him, shout at him, or act terrified like I did the last time he shot someone right in front of me. “Finally, something honest coming from that lying, sinful mouth of yours, Angelina” he said joyfully while his eyes traveled slowly towards my mouth and lingered there for a few seconds before returning to my eyes. The fucking psychopath has no fucking manners to keep his eyes where they should be! I pursed them as I felt them tingle from that mere look, trying not to show him that I was affected by it.

He noticed the sharp movement and smiled. "It's about damn time," he said. It was like a fleece that had been over my eyes had just fallen off. Suddenly, he looked nothing like Nikolai. It was probably his eyes, I surmised. Where Nikolai's eyes snapped with the flames of a thousand suns, this person's eyes were cold as ice. There was also a twistedness to his smile that had goosebumps breaking out all over my skin. I could immediately tell that this was a crazy, psychopathic person and I was locked in a room with him.

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.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

He was ten meters away from me and Hannah and I knew immediately that he was a rogue. His eyes were red and there was a disgusting stench coming from his body. His eyes were glued to me and Hannah as if he was watching an amusing show and he was ready to do something crazy about it. His lips were slightly curled up and I knew from the way he stared that he was batshit crazy. Like a fucking lunatic and a serial killer rolled into one. "Why did you stop? Continue what you're doing." He urged on with a strange smile still plastered on his lips.