Psychopath Stories Novels & Stories

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

asked Amber lazily. She really did not think that Harper's madness in the book Read My Mind was that bad. It could be said that Harper had turned into a book addict. Almost every day Amber could see the book lying on Harper's desk and was always in the woman's hand when she didn't have a patient. Like this afternoon. She again caught Harper reading the fictional story of Jayden Hoover, a psychopath who had brutally murdered his mother as a teenager. "Psychotic. Behavior-based on—" "I know, Harp." Amber cut quickly as she raised her hand in the air. It seemed that she regretted her question which now made Harper even more excited to discuss the story of crazy Jayden. “You don't need to explai

Her body moved in slow pace as she swayed her head, each hair dangled back to position as her hand caught them, explain the long neck. "Andre?" she called out again. I smiled this time, there is no harm in smiling, is there? "Who are you?" Uhm, I'm a psychopath who killed his co-worker and kidnapped his best friend when she caught him trying to dispose of the body which by the way is in the trunk of the car. Plus I was accused of killing my ex-girlfriend, not that I know if I did it or not because I know my alibi is wrong but still, I walk freely and yeah one more thing, you should run if you don't want me killing you.

There wasn’t denial, but regret and flickers of anger. "It’s not what you think.” Tom offered. That sentence alone confirmed to Tristan what his mystery girl had told him. Although it wasn’t the time to focus on it, it brought both him and his wolf, Tank, great joy to confirm that she wasn’t lying to them. That maybe they could trust her moving forward. She may be a mystery they haven't been able to solve yet, but she was an honest mystery. “Isn’t that what all parents of psychopaths say? Are you going to stand here and tell me that he is just misunderstood? That he isn’t a bad guy? Save it. He is a murderer, a monster and deserves to be publicly executed.” Tristan stood firm in his opinion.

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.

His hands clenched unto mine roughly, no matter how I tried to deny, the fact remained the fact, that not only did he had that psychiatric eyes of his once again, but also did he fail all my attempts completely. "Mr. billionaire, you and I have business to attend to, so you better stop fucking resisting" With a grin plastered on the side of his face, he whispered out to me, but why would I ever listen to him...Never! Refusing to back down and with my blood spiking back up again, not only did I spat on his face, but also did I stepped hard on his damn foot and immediately freed myself from his shitty grip.... Remembering about it now, I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have played an awf

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.

she asks, looking at me with incredulity. "You want me to talk to a shrink? What exactly would I say? Well, Doc, I stabbed a man in the neck with a hair accessory when he tried to rape me because I’m married to the biggest, scariest mafia boss out there. Then my husband disposed of the body and all the evidence, like he’s done countless times before. How did I meet my husband? Well, strap in, this one’s a doozy. How long do you suppose it will be before my psychologist feels it’s their duty to report at least some of what I’m telling them?"

When she was safely back in her apartment, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the encounter and the story of the serial killer had simply appeared, fully formed, in her mind. The next day she had shelved her original story and her fingers had flown over the keyboard as she built this new character, a man who was the non-dominant personality of an oblivious host. The host had no idea he had another personality loitering in his mind, and he had no idea what that other personality got up to. Meanwhile, the other personality, Hyde, was murdering his way through criminals, satisfying his blood lust with the worst members of society. And Mason had been her inspiration.

Sure, he has some issues but who doesn’t? I mean for fuck’s suck, I have bipolar disorder, PTSD, OCD. I’m manipulative, selfish, I lie. Even after everything that happened, I’m still contemplating acting as nothing happened and getting back with Blaze and acting like nothing changed. I laugh to myself bitterly thinking how much of a horrible person I am. Never have I ever thought that Fidel might have a daughter. He was a psychopath for crying out loud! I guess psychopaths often forget to use condoms too.