Psychopath Stories Novels & Stories

I stare sideways at him with a grin. He sighed, giving me a pity-look, just the one I hated the most. "You find me pitiful?" My tongue roll over my teeth in a scoff. "No, you're a psychopath," a laugh that lasted only a second burst out of his lips. "You're lonely, but you sure have one weird way of solving that.. i only sympathize with your victim and the reporters that thinks they've got a big scoop everytime it happens when they're just pawns on your chess board,"

"I didn't have a choice. I did what I had to. I was scared. You're a monster. You were killing me." "Oh, sweetheart, I would never kill you. How could you say such a thing? I would never hurt you." "You would never hurt me? You raped me countless time, molested a child, you killed people, you destroyed my life, and then faked your own death, only to kidnap me and hold me against my will. What kind of a man does that? You are a sick, sick, psychopath. Let me go. Just let me go."

“Again, a naive person doing something they shouldn't have done. But it's okay, with her here, I can come up with an alibi that can make things easier for me. Well, you want to hear the story that will be out in the press article tomorrow?” He laughed softly before continuing, “A woman killed her best friend before committing suicide. The motive for the murder was fighting over a man who turned out to be the CEO of Sunrise. How? Sounds interesting, right?” "Oh!" I grimaced when Uncle Sam managed to catch my hand that was about to strangle his neck, "You bastard!!! You really are a crazy psychopath! No one will believe your story!” “Hahaha, didn't you know from the start that I was crazy? Aft

“Damn bastards! Calling them animals is just glorifying them!” “F*ck! There are so many underage victims! These bastards!” “Raping Mianyang and his pet dog? ! I’m really going to vomit!” “They killed 34 people! What kind of environment could create such a madman?!” “This is too abnormal! This is too crazy! How dare they do such a thing? ! Aren’t they afraid?!” “This kind of people are not created by the environment. They are natural psychopaths! Natural criminals! Hurry up and kill them!”

I blurted before I could even stop myself and mentally slapped myself for talking. "I mean , the stories and all, you've been painted as a—" "Monster? Psychopath? Freak? The list is endless." There was a smirk on his face but his voice sounded monotone, devoid of humour, like it pained him to talk about it. Like it was actually true. A lump formed in my throat and when he looked at me, waiting for a response, I couldn't say anything. I knew there had to be an iota of truth in the many rumours about him being ruthless and dangerous; he wasn't trying to deny them either.

“You see, I don't think you know who Antonio is..I just want to help you out” “I am sorry…what do you mean help me out,I don't remember asking for help,I am not in trouble”. “Antonio is …a bipolar…a psychopath…crazy whatever that is related to a mental illness, he may be perfect now but trust me it won't be for long”. Angela watched her take a sip from her wine glass, a bit offended by her statement. She shifted uncomfortably and looked around before asking. “You called me here to warn me about my man?”

“I changed my mind, I want this asshole to beg, but before you do, I want you to apologize to Cara for what you did to her.” The deputy looked up at Rancid and stared into his eyes. “Fuck you, she was the best pussy I’ve ever had and I’d do it again.” “How did you ever get to be a lawman? What kind of sick fuck pretends to protect the public and then takes advantage of them?” Ashley spoke up, “He’s a sociopath.” “What’s that mean?” “He has no remorse for what he does.” “I see that.” “What you’re doing won’t do any good, you can’t change him or his ways.”

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

He checks me up, 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 wince at the crudeness of his words. Indeed, he is a psychopath. Who talks about raping a dead body like it a recipe they are discussingdiscussing? “You are sick in the head.”I spat and the man just grins. “You are not the first one to tell me that sweetness.I have always been sick in the head. Tell me something new.”he shrugs nonchalantly.

“You of all people know how gossip spreads like wildfire in our office, true or not.” He smiles awkwardly. “I know. But, you still haven’t said whether this is true or not.” “I didn’t think I needed to!” I say, really trying to sell my outrage. “Of course it’s not true, are you insane? Why would I ever want anything to do with a psychopathic criminal who probably murders people?” “Okay, okay!” he says apologetically. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to offend you or anything. I just know I’ve also seen you spending a lot of time working directly with him.”