Psychopath Stories Novels & Stories

He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement." "Guess you forgot to add that they are also pathological liars and lack empathy." I watched his jaw tighten and his dark chocolate brown eyes staring at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expressions but I sure as hell knew I'd said the right thing to tick him off. And why exactly was I finding pleasure by stepping on his foot? Just when I thought things had taken the wrong turn, his expressions mellowed. I decided to tease him further. "So which type of psychopath are you? Hannibal Lecter or Patr

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 let out a bright smile. "He literally broke your door with cables in it." "I'm still not giving up on Carolina, and he has anger issues or doesn't want to talk about the past which is totally normal for patients, but something about him is just so... I can't find the word to describe that." "He is a criminal, the world's deadliest as a matter of fact, and you still want to meet him?" "No one just decides to wake up one morning and says he wants to be the world's deadliest criminal. I know he looks scary to you."

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

“So instead of really living, instead of doing what makes you feel alive, you chose to work a 9-to-5 job for The Man. You chose stability and the 401k. You chose mediocrity.” You DICK. I sit up and full-on bare my teeth at him. “What, and you’re so fucking brilliant? You’re so fucking incredible? If you forgot, your criminal activities are what put us on the run.” “No, a psychopath is what put us on the run.” “Who you ran into because you like to play art thief!” “And saved two women’s lives and stopped a serial killer’s rampage!” he snarls. “Remember that?” I do. It’s what I’d told Connor to get him to help us.

I always have to spoil the fun. “That can wait. I have more pressing matters to deal with right now.” My dad narrowed his eyes and waited patiently as I said, “I need your help. It seems like I'm seeing things. The series of events began after I met with a patient in Our Lady of Piety's psychiatric hospital. He is a killer and a very scary one. The interview allowed me to determine the pathologies. In addition to schizophrenia, he suffers from neurotic episodes. But that is all. The strange thing is that he was speaking as if he was from another planet.”

I decided the best thing to do was play along. “You act like you’re the one writing the story,” I said, conversationally. “I would believe that, except you’re the one covered in blood. Usually, the guy in charge has others do his dirty work.” He grinned at me. “I like the dirty work,” he said, conversationally. “I’m a psychopath. Diagnosed and everything. I could take medication but giving in to the urges is a lot more fun.” “So, you’re in charge,” I said. “The brains and the brawn of the operation.”

neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she found her self interacting with, to contracdict, sweet precious reality. doctor montoya was fazed out. everyone, charles roach, H, bucharest all came to gather what was slowly becoming a crazy human just like the priest, only that it was just the once famous therapist who lost her two patients to suicide , and not some unknown parrasite illness that she claimed all the time in her dillusions. montoya heard H whispering to philbert "Obsessive-co

He was the type of guy that had connections, you know— He'd been cleaning up trash for rich people or something, had to go to prison for a time to rouse suspicion away from his boss. He coughed, and the cigarette fell from his fingers. Had that big old scar on his face, it scared people. I always wondered who gave him that scar. The man was a psychopath. Most of us had been convicted for crimes like murder, and arson. “What were you convicted for?” He paused, and he clasped his fingers together

I didn't want to have anything to do with this bipolar, sadistic wolf man or what-so-ever. Feeling panicked inside, I had to remain composure in front of this wild beast. Who knows what the fuck he's going to do to me? Apparently, this big bad wolf changes his mood faster than he changes his girlfriend. Lucas didn't stop. He wasn't done with me. "Stop making fucking stories to make me be with you. I've heard so many fucking stories from gold diggers like you and I'm fed up with this kind of bullshit. I will fuck everyone I like for the rest of my life, and you will not be one of them. I will torture you until you understand what power and wealth can do to destroy a pathetic human being's lif