Psychopath Stories Novels & Stories

I'm willing to bet those two men are close to one another, just like my friends and I are. “I think I get to play with him. I heard a rumor that Sidhe peels dicks like bananas. I’d like to try it myself. I heard he learned it from Blood Angel who learned it from Corpse Collector. The Collector is my idol,” he says with false excitement. His face appears to look forward to the idea of it, but his voice is terrifyingly hollow. It reminds me of Doc Fox. So the question is, was this Camden guy made this way like Fox, or was he born that way? Psychopaths are born without emotions or empathy and sociopaths are created as a trauma response to not have emotions or feel empathy. So which one is this

She would do the same plan that she always did. A month had passed, and she had done the same thing over and over again. It was at night-time and Lexie and Adrianna had come to her room. "That cafe must be that good." Adrianna said. "Yeah, I like the food." As she lied. She didn't want them to know that she went there for a guy that she hadn't even seen for a whole month or that she would never see. Alissa went back to the cafe the next afternoon. She felt despondent, even the girl who served there knew who she was now. She had become a regular customer.

After Chris had finished arranging the ward for Madam Jacobs, he went downstairs and headed to the police station. Outside the police station, Assistant Jacobs was already waiting. "Mr. Jacobs." When Assistant Jacobs saw Chris, he walked over to him. "The identity of the attacker has been verified. It was said that he's a broke businessman. He has a mother, wife and daughter, but because he was under too much pressure, he became a psychopath. He had just escaped from mental hospital not too long ago. After hurting Madam Jacobs, he ran away. When the police found him in an alleyway, he had already committed suicide."

Love him, and do whatever he wants because the love I have is my first death. He will be happy and pleased when he sees me submit and surrender under him, when he sees that, in the end, I did whatever he wanted. He's just obsessed with the fantasy he's created in his head about me. But then he would get tired of me, and do other horrible things just to get me out of his life. Maybe he'll let me go when the little pieces of me crack, or maybe he'll kill me for it. And the possibility of that unsettles me. I couldn't think of any good or beautifull possibilities from him like a fairytales or other dark romance, because in reality .. only bad things could come from a psychopath. I want to get o

He stared over the window at the clouds with dark streaks, which is a sign that soon the rain will fall. “So there’s a movie I’ve watched last night,” Andrew heard. The voice came not too far from him that makes it loud and clear. “Their school doctor fell in love with the student, but the thing is, he’s a psychopath! He killed the student’s parents because he’s obsessed!” “Agh! That is so creepy!” “I think I saw that in the replay the other day. He was imprisoned, right? And then he escaped after some years. He went to the prom of that student and kill her friends.”

. And as I am a person who has an unhealthy obsession for story plots I tend to overthink about what my story is going to be, at this point plot keeps coming in my head and I was drowning with ideas. So I did the obvious solution, let G****e decide for me. "Top ten most exciting plots for thriller stories" and guess what I found it…. The perfect subject, aliens.... No, sadly it's just psychopaths, although I think alien thrillers are quite a good idea. Anyhow, I just went with that one since I noticed that they are highly stereotyped in thriller films as killers, so I was like, "This is kind of sus," So I looked into it and guess what, I found out that if viewed in a real situation, psychopa

"Your Honor, the psychological evaluation report on Ronald Werther's youngest son, Thomas Werther, has been completed. I believe this report has significant bearing on the nature of this case." The judge permitted him to speak. The psychiatrist took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the courtroom before finally landing on the gaunt, hollow figure in the defendant's box. "After joint consultations among multiple specialists and brain scan comparisons, we have reached a very rare but definitive conclusion." The psychiatrist paused and enunciated each word clearly, "Thomas Werther suffers from an extremely severe, congenital case of Antisocial Personality Disorder. In layman's terms, he i

“Tell me about the man who killed Catherine Thompson.” The shift was subtle, but it was enough. I forced myself to push Bobby out of my mind and focus instead on the crime itself, on Catherine, on the details that had kept me awake night after night. “You’re dealing with a sexual psychopath,” I began, my voice sounding unfamiliar even to me. “Her murder was a manifestation of corrupt lust.” “There were no signs of sexual assault.”

"I did not rape anyone. I did not murder anyone. I don't care about what the rest of the world thinks but I want you to know I am not a murderer." These were the words I sought to hear from him when I kept visiting him in prison. I already knew, but I needed him to say them to me because he cared. I slip my hands from his hold and fold my arms under my bosom. He swipes under my eyes with a finger and it is then I realize that the hurt in my heart has dissolved to tears. "I know you are neither a rapist or a murderer. You don't have to tell me," I say, cleaning my eyes.

He tried to hide the smile the whole time I told him the story. “So who is the psychopath here?” he asked “good question. The old guy who used to live in the house before the couple was psychopath.” “ohh. So how am I acting like him?” “he used to kidnap people too and rip their skin off, stick it to walls” my goosebumps raised as I realized this might happen. I don’t really know this guy. I glanced around, tchecking out the wall paper. Nope. My skin wont be wallpaper.