Psychopath Opposite Novels & Stories

The news said that a naked woman's body was found in her apartment room, but unfortunately her cause of death was not known. Sunggyu's father needs a psychiatrist to treat him so that he will stop hurting other people for his pleasure, I know that father is a murderer and he is like a psychopath since being abandoned by his ex-girlfriend, and according to what I heard that my name is the name of the ex-fatherreally dad has the heart to name me after the woman he loves, don't you think if mom knows for sure she will be very hurt, I don't know how beautiful that woman is to make dad like this I really want to meet that woman and see her in person.

Definition of Psychopath: : a mentally unstable person especially: a person having an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and often criminal tendencies Tessa "Okay I'm being nice, I'll let you choose, right or left." The man whimpered, shaking like a leaf, probably pissing his pants off by the smell of it. I stood to his front, clicking the steel cutter waiting for him to choose which pinkie finger he was going to let me cut.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

“If you’re sorry, just let me go.” “You know I can’t do that. You know I’ll never let you go. You know I’ll do terrible things to you—because I know it’ll hurt him the most. Your husband is my greatest adversary. We have a love-hate relationship. He encroaches on my turf, kills my brother, and doesn’t keep his word…but I also respect him. He’s a good opponent. I suspect he’ll be an even better opponent now that this is happening.” This guy was a psychopath. “I’m sure Hades will give you whatever you want if you let me go.”

"Tied up loose ends. Both of them were liabilities by the end." "You murdered your own partners. Felt nothing?" "I felt relief. They'd served their purpose. Time to clean house." Becca's expression was flat, empty. "I don't feel things the way normal people do. Empathy, guilt, remorse those are weaknesses. I eliminated them years ago." "You're a sociopath," Hayes said flatly. "I'm pragmatic. There's a difference." Becca looked directly at Marissa. "Though I suppose to you, it amounts to the same thing. A monster who destroyed your life for revenge over something you didn't even do."

Peter became increasingly perplexed by his boss's behavior, which he thought displayed signs of a mental disorder. Felix's character seemed akin to that of a person with multiple personalities. Indeed, all this time, he had perceived Felix's character as somewhat psychopathic. Felix appeared to derive great pleasure from seeing his opponents helpless before him without regret. However, on several occasions, Peter had observed Felix consulting a psychiatrist. Still, Felix had never disclosed the results of those medical evaluations to him.

"Your Honor, the psychological evaluation report on Ronald Werther's youngest son, Thomas Werther, has been completed. I believe this report has significant bearing on the nature of this case." The judge permitted him to speak. The psychiatrist took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the courtroom before finally landing on the gaunt, hollow figure in the defendant's box. "After joint consultations among multiple specialists and brain scan comparisons, we have reached a very rare but definitive conclusion." The psychiatrist paused and enunciated each word clearly, "Thomas Werther suffers from an extremely severe, congenital case of Antisocial Personality Disorder. In layman's terms, he i

Shame burned across my face, but I couldn't stop my eyes from dropping to his cock again as he pumped it faster now, clearly turned on by the confrontation. Who the hell does he think he is? I thought angrily, a spark of rebellion flaring inside me. He was jerking off while watching me the whole time. That's way more twisted than what I did. At least I was with someone my own age, not spying on my own stepdaughter like some perverted creep. Hypocrite. The confusion made my head spin. I felt angry, embarrassed, and weirdly turned on all at once.

Matteo Rodriguez I KNOW THINGS I don't want to know. Things that doesn't faze me anymore since I was six. Things that doesn't even scare me after it happened right in front of me. Things about different killers that I really don't want to know. A true psychopathic killer is not your ordinary garden-variety murderer. Not like a random guy who unloads his gun into a scared hapless liquor store clerk. Not like an insecure wife who murders her husband in cold-blood over a real or imagined affair. Not like a jealous man who bursts into his boss's office and blows his little head off.

“Perhaps he fucked up and being stranded naked out in the middle of nowhere was a way to kill him off.” I realized that I didn’t like the thought of him being in danger. Although he didn’t seem worried… “Perhaps he’s a sociopath,” I wondered out loud. “They have a hard time relating to other peoples’ feelings, but unlike psychopaths, they do have the ability to make deep, meaningful connections, meaning they can feel love and sympathy and stuff like that.” And I was telling myself this, because---? Well, I wasn’t quite sure. Did Zane strike me as a sociopath? Like someone who could jump me and slice my throat without missing a single night’s sleep over it?