Psychopath The Novel Novels & Stories

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

‘‘Goodbye mama, bye papa,’’ I whispered as I held the scalpel tightly in my hand and brought it slowly towards my neck. I had always been a psychopath, Vince knew it, it was what he had been trying to tell and prove to the whole of Maslow High School. I wanted to watch it all, the blood dripping from my neck, sliced flesh. Watch all of it slowly and enjoy my last entertainment. ME.

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.

His face contorted as he thrashed in a frenzy. "Let me go! Let go of me now, or I'll kill every single one of you!" The officers restraining him rushed forward, pale-faced. "Chief Turner, the perpetrator arrested in the south district case is a psychopath, and he looks exactly like you." The man howled with a twisted expression. "Let me go, or I'll slaughter you all!" At the sight of that face, my soul instinctively shuddered. It was as if grimy nails were digging into my flesh once more. Even though I was already dead, the taste of blood rose in my throat.

I frowned, confused at his words "What favor?" "Yesterday, you told me about that book you read," he said lazily. "Some fairytale about love and romance. It got me thinking, why not introduce you to real instead of clouding your head in such fairytale lies about love and romance. " "And you think taking to a crime scene is showing me reality of life? What kind of psychopath—” I breathed, completely in awe. He sighed dramatically, finally putting his phone away for a moment. "Would you rather go somewhere else?"

Once Gunsyn is gone, I sit alone in the concrete cell for what feels like hours – maybe even years—trying to find a way to be okay with what just happened. Or at least understand it. But what’s to understand? Gunsyn is a Russian mobster. A psychopath who’s used to getting what he wants by whatever means necessary. And for some insane reason, right now he wants me. Or else he would have killed me, right? He had the knife. Why not just slide it between my ribs after he fucked me or slit my throat like he warned back in his car? Why keep me alive now? Just to torture me? To punish me?

His face was bright red, and I slapped his face hard. "You are never going to get my body, not in this life or never," I replied. "Even if you try to rape me, you won’t succeed. You can have a steamy kiss with me, you can get me to taste your stupid saliva. But can I have sex with you? That’s never going to happen." I remarked. "After the death of my father, I think I have become a psychopath, and I must say I like the new me, I enjoyed seeing you suffer, it just makes me feel at peace," I said, and Xander finally picked up the call.

He smirked. A sociopath or a psycho as some people called him but he doesn't care, there was nothing they could do to him when he derive his happiness from their sadness and how terrified they look. Gaby nodded his head, moving ahead of him as Noel had a last word with the Pages and the sound of a blasting gun resonated the place. "Damn, why did you do that?" Gaby asked, because he of all people didn't dictate that was what Noel had been planning. "He deserves it, that was for betraying me. Make sure that all of them are transferred to the base." He repeated again, opening the passager seat and letting Gaby drive to the outlet of Atlanta.

The perfect weapon had been forged, sharpened, and placed directly into the hands of a sociopath. And now, the story was about to turn the camera around. The golden illusion was about to shatter, and the reader was about to step out of Mwajuma’s blissfully ignorant perspective, descending into the pitch-black, horrifying reality of the Vanguard Captain’s true nature.

"He is traumatized. He is restless. For now I am putting him on I/V and I have taken samples for his blood. Once I get results I will check for blood transfusion, for now let him sleep. If he wakes up, he might start screaming or act aggressive. Give him space. Don’t suffocate him. Don’t hover over him. Don’t push him. Give him light food, preferably liquids and soups. And call me if he tries to harm himself because I doubt he will try to do something reckless. Rest.... We will see". The doctor bid his goodbye to visit the next day leaving Lucas in thoughts. He never encountered such issue ever. Yes he had killed people; yes he had worked with all illegal and legal stuff. But not once he had