Psychopath Smirk 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!

AMARA'S POV This has to be a joke, a very expensive joke. Staring at this devil, I tried to smile. Well, it did t come out well because his gaze fixed on me for a while before he cleared his throat. He then moved around, Smiled; definitely not a normal one. From my point of view, I would say it's a smirk but at the same time, it's a smile. "Strip," he said again. This man has to be crazy.

But I wasn't. And neither was what would come next. Still, I smiled bitterly. "As you wish," I said, my voice syrupy, the bitter curve of my lips hiding everything I didn’t say. He noticed the shift. I saw it in his eyes—the flicker of suspicion. But the psychopath in him... he didn’t care. Maybe he thought I was finally breaking. Finally bending. Maybe he wanted to see what breaking looked like up close. So I gave it to him. I sat on the cold marble floor beside the table, like a pet, his pet—and I began to eat.

I threw the skin away and smirked again. "Another hand, please! I will peel the skin off your other hand!" I said with a giggle and jumped with joy. "Y-you're a psychopath! No, you're a demon torturing the person who raised you!" Diana shouted, so I grabbed her face with madness in my eyes. She suddenly went silent. "Repeat it again, Diana," I growled, grabbing her face. "You're a psychopath! You're crazy! I'm disgusted!" she shouted again and spat in my face, making me smirk. I raised my blood-covered hand and slapped her hard.

I forgot his name because it was not compulsory. I enter the room, pushing the door behind shut. “Good morning, Psychiatrist.” He smirked. I nodded and walked to the desk. I sat and then told him about our plan for today’s. Once again we will go to inspect the outside “I was waiting for it.” He shrugged and I noticed that small but mocking smirk on his lips. Now what? I did not get the meaning behind his smirk. He then held the glass in front of him which was filled with water and then passed to me. I frowned as I thought he was going to drink it. But no…

I was not mentally ready for anything which dealt with babies and future plans with the way the rumors were going about the pack. “You will have to work on that miss jane,” he smiled. “Or else, you will be replaced. And we don’t want that to happen to you now would we?” The way he said that and smiled with the wrinkles on his eyes being genuine steeped me out. He was a psychopath. Who had a genuine smile and also said horrible things like this? I gulped thinking of the man in a cruel way. What if this was the way he used in killing off his victims?

I spit, my voice edged with venom. He tilts his head, that lazy, infuriating smirk curling his lips. “What do you think, smart mouth?” I let out a dry, humorless scoff. “I think you’re nothing but a psychopath who needs serious help. Maybe a psychiatric ward. Before you completely lose what’s left of your mind.” A low chuckle rumbles out of him. He starts walking toward me, steps after steps, steps that make my pulse spike despite myself. I’m bundled up, restrained, completely at his mercy, and he knows it.

I nod "I'm aware of it, I just have to figure out who the wanker is. If I do..." trail off and slowly smirk at her. Her face changes,she looks spooked and I understand. When a lot of people see me smirk like this,they get a glimpse of the psychopath from inside of me. "Calm down Sam." I run my tongue on my bottom lip. "I'm not going to kill or anything." She releases a small breath of relief "But I'll reach him to the brink of death." I finish Her eyes snap to mine. "Brandon! No." She massages her temples

I dared to ask. “Why don’t you smile?” I rolled my eyes at his question. “I think I did smile at you before you threw me over your shoulder.” I replied, turning my gaze at the waves that washed over the golden grains of sand. “It was a fake one.” He said, “Why don’t you really smile?” “I don’t have anything to smile about.” My reply was simple yet true. But he chuckled like I had told him the joke of the century. Psychopath! “Oh, Aria.” He tsked, I tensed at the mention of my name from his tongue. It felt foreign and uncomfortable.

He doesn't look like he's going to talk and I'm not sure how to make him talk. “Listen buddy, sooner or later, you're gonna tell me what I need to know. I don't care if I have to squeeze the truth out of you.” I said but he smirked. Oh jeez! This one is a psychopath. “Be my guest.” “Just so you know, I won't give you an easy death. You'll wish you told me what I needed to know.” I told him, putting up my stern face. He only grinned at me and continued to struggle with the chains, grunting and groaning.