Psychopath Stories Novels & Stories

“The truth is, I was scared something like this would happen… One of the women I have been with might come out one day to say I forced myself upon them, so I kept a recording of each of them as a means of defense for myself.” I quieted, it still didn’t make sense, so I waited for him to explain further. “All the odds are against me, I am a diagnosed psychopath, people are quick to blame my condition for any violent crime, and that was the only way I could protect myself.” This was the most emotion I had ever seen in him. “Without the recordings that I have kept, I am only going to remain the Medical Director who forced himself on a fellow Doctor in the workplace. A real psychopath who has no

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

She, like an exhausted but despairing doe, practically flew out of the dining room, leaving the amazed spectators wondering: what was it that they whispered in her ear? “Poor thing,” Leah thought sympathetically, turning her head from the slammed door back to the man. Now he was looking at her. And the look of his piggy, darting eyes on the back of her head made her hair stand up - she recognized that look. This is how they already looked at her - especially violent patients in the closed department of the psychiatric hospital, where she spent the first week after forced hospitalization. They, carefully wrapped in straitjackets, occasionally passed by her room, accompanied by orderlies. But

Clark was worried after reading a file in the headquarters and he contacted Patrick, he tried to tell him about his problem but all the time he was making it typical to understand. "Sir, why don't you just say it straight on my face like you usually do?" 'Long ago, when I was young like you. I faced someone... someone crazy, mad about experiments, totally a psycho. He was trying to make something from the human blood, when we arrested him it was already too late. He almost killed 500 people to gather blood. When we asked him, 'what are your intentions?' He simply smiled... and said, "I was about to make a sword but you assholes (officers)? You stopped me, I wasn't even close to 10 percent of

I shut my eyes, moaning at the delicious sensation his fingertips were offering. “Trust me, pet. I have no reason to. I mean, why would I?” he continued gently, making perfect sense. “Why on earth would I take out an entire pack and cover it up like nothing happened? I don't go around killing people for no just cause. I'm not a menace.” “But you're a psychopath. You don't need a reason to do bad things. The world is practically in your fingertips, and you don't care about what is right.”

"And why are your brothers psychopaths?" "Random facts on the internet, one day I read that most successful CEOs are psychopaths, just because they have the impulse to do what's necessary even if they hurt people along the way, also they're very good blending in with society." I laughed and give a deep demanding kiss, "So, your brothers can catch my stalker? Do you really believe it?" She was breathless when she answer my questions, "They're freakishly good at anything they set their mind to. Yeah, I think they can find your stalker."

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

Cassian paused, glancing at me hesitantly. "Psychopathic, mentally deranged, has a split personality disorder– psychotic, obsessive and very dangerous. Why are you sugar coating what he is," I said feeling a little irritated. Cassian leaned back into his seat, glancing towards the eavesdropping students before us. We were at the back of Elverton's indoor stadium. "I've been thinking…" I waited impatiently for him to continue. "Maybe there is more to the story than what you've been told," he said slowly.

I said because an A-list therapist like her won't be out at a random party, consuming bottles of alcohol. "Yeah. I'm not supposed to tell anyone this but I found myself trusting you, Sofia. I traveled down from California to offer my service to a man who turns out he is a psychotic dealer. A loan shark enforcer in the city who beats people to death when they look him in the eye. He heard I was the best in California. I heard his story and my healthy mind is traumatized. Sometimes we need to know the reason why people do bad things but it still doesn't erase the fact that they are dangerous. I had sex with him, willingly, God! He was irresistible " She wasn't looking me in the eye as she gulp

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?