Psychopath Novels Novels & Stories

I raise my shoulders and let them fall, “Perhaps you go ask him as soon as he’s done cleaning the blood in his hands. Let’s hope he doesn’t have to re-clean because of your blood.” “Then why hasn’t he killed you?” she asks, swallowing hard. “Duh! Because he thinks it’d be more fun if he kills me when I begin to believe the absurdity that he wouldn’t,” I retort, pressing my lips together. Jane looks at me in disbelief, “Why do you think this way?” “I’m thinking in the perspective of a psychopath,” I say truthfully. I once read in a book that psychos think very differently. “A-Jun is no psychopath,” Jane argues, and I hiss.

Just meals arriving at regular intervals, books appearing mysteriously on the table they had brought in for me and Nikolai walking in and out whenever he pleased like this was all perfectly normal. Psychopath. I turned a page in the novel resting on my lap, trying to focus on the words despite the restless energy crawling beneath my skin. Escape was all I thought about lately. But escaping from a heavily guarded Russian mafia mansion turned out to be significantly harder than I imagined. Who would have guessed? I sighed and stretched slightly on the sofa, adjusting another oversized black shirt I had stolen from Nikolai’s wardrobe days ago. Not stolen…Borrowed indefinitely. The door suddenly

I'm reminded of what N psychiatrists told me: never, ever, ever, ever pay too much attention to what psychopaths say or think too deeply about what they tell you about the world, or you'll go crazy sooner or later. I said nothing, my mind carefully considering how to respond - the first time I'd been forced to respond seriously in such a short period of time. Before meeting this patient, I was sternly warned by two psychologists and a psychiatrist that I must be careful, that he belonged to the category of ideologically dangerous people. After receiving repeated warnings, my curiosity had been pushed to an apex. I have to admit this one is really fun to think about. Me: "I was thinking." I d

I didn't even know how she was using that. “I have memories in it. Pictures and contacts. You can’t just throw my things away.” Aspen protested. “I will get someone to find it. Will you wrap this up? I have somewhere to be.” I uttered impatiently, taking a look at my wristwatch while tapping my foot restlessly against the brakes. It was coming again. That need. The need to spill blood. I was starting to feel restless. Being a psychopath dealing with PTSD has always been a major challenge for me. But I found a way to go about it and that was spilling blood.

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.

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"I do love hearing how pretty I am." "You don't have a face tat," I said and he checked himself out in the rearview mirror. "You dress clean," I stated and he looked down at himself with pride. "Plus you're smiling. I don't think a murderer would admit to killing someone while smiling." "Maybe the best disguise for a killer is not to look like one." "If you were a murderer you wouldn't tell me. " "On the contrary maybe I would because I knew you wouldn't believe me." "Not unless I knew you would use reverse psychology on me and I did believe that you did do it after all."

Steph gushes. “Is it the kidnapper one?” I ask rolling my eyes and she glares my way. “No..it’s even better!” She says with so much excitement in her voice. We all look to her to continue and then she does. “So oh my fuck, it’s so hot and heavy, the male main character is a psychopath, not like psycho tendencies but legit psychopath, I'm obsessed you guys, he chokes her and says the most possessive things to her, I question my morals but I need this man in my life!” She says rolling her eyes in the back of her head.

Why didn't I get caught despite all the killing? I got my answers when I met a member of a society that aimed to protect people with a psychopathic disorder. Yes, I have a psychopathic disorder. And that's why I always wanted to kill someone. Because I felt like I was going insane, I visited a psychiatrist. However, I was proven wrong about thinking that the voices in my head were driving me crazy. It turns out that what I am experiencing is not just an ordinary mental breakdown, but rather Psychopath Disorder. According to my doctor, this disorder is characterized by a loss of self-control, causing a person to act like an insane individual and kill someone without hesitation.

I shut my eyes, moaning at the delicious sensation his fingertips were offering. “Trust me, pet. I have no reason to. I mean, why would I?” he continued gently, making perfect sense. “Why on earth would I take out an entire pack and cover it up like nothing happened? I don't go around killing people for no just cause. I'm not a menace.” “But you're a psychopath. You don't need a reason to do bad things. The world is practically in your fingertips, and you don't care about what is right.”