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“You see, Naina… everything started when someone came up with a genius plan. A plan so beautiful, so intricate… and that someone? They are the real evil.” She stepped closer, her voice lowering to a whisper as her words curled around me like poison. “Have you ever heard the word psychopath ? Do you know their traits? I bet you don’t.” Here we go again. Her cryptic nonsense. Her evasive dance around truth. But something about her tone was different this time. A little less taunting. A little more… unhinged. Then suddenly, something sparked in my mind. “The disc.” The words left my lips before I could stop them, and the moment I said it, I saw it, her expression shift.

“You’re telling me to relax now while you even killed me a while ago!” “Don’t overreact Joeff, these gentle hands of mine can only kill mosquitoes and yummy fish.” And these words were followed by a finger heart. “Oppa!” and I hurriedly ran away from him. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

But after Papa, after tonight, I don’t have the strength. His footsteps echo as he approaches, each click of his shoes deliberate. He pulls the gun again, the barrel gleaming as he taps it lightly against my forehead. My jaw tightens. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” My voice cuts low, sharp. “Me on my knees. You’re sick. Twisted.” His lips curve faintly, not quite a smile. “You think I’m crazy.” “No.” My eyes lock on his, unflinching. “I think you’re a psychopath.”

One single night, and he’d already turned his quarters into a slaughterhouse. “You know,” he said, finally sitting up, a weird smile curling his lips, “I wanted to give you a surprise this morning. And I’m glad you’re surprised.” This guy was a psychopath. Why hadn’t I clocked it before? The arrogance, the cruelty, the casual violence—I’d read them as entitlement, as the spoiled behavior of a rich brat who’d never faced consequences. But this was something else. This was a lack of something fundamental, a hole where empathy should have been.

“It’s been two months since we met. You’re an amazing boss, an amazing person but you’ve had that look since the first time I saw you.” “What look?” She sighs “I don’t want to overstep but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” I don’t know what to tell her so I just nod. “Thanks, I’ll be leaving soon.” “Alright, we’ll lock up.” **** I grab a book from the shelf and read the title. ‘The Psychopath’s internal wiring’ I walk over to a seat in the corner and I start to read. A gentle hand taps me, jerking me awake.

“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.”

He looked me over, 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 winced at the crudeness of his words. He really was a psychopath. Who talked about raping a dead body like it was a recipe they were discussing? "You're sick in the head," I spat, and the man just grinned. "You're not the first one to tell me that, sweetness. I've always been sick in the head. Tell me something new," he shrugged nonchalantly.

Aron wasn't just going to walk away from her that easily. A/N: Hey thank you for reading Book One and journeying with me. This is the End of Book One. Update: Book Two is up. F******k: taniashava I*******m: tanz.v

“When he lived in the United States, he was briefly in foster care, but they could never find a family that would keep him because he was extremely aggressive and violent. The kids called him ‘Aggresso,’ which was eventually shortened to Gresso.” Yrah started to shake her head but stopped. She was staring into the cold, dead eyes of the man on the screen in front of her. A man who looked nothing like her Gresso. Maybe there was some mistake… No, this Gresso had no emotion on his face at all, just utter blankness. A void. A sociopath. No conscience. A metal hand reached into Yrah’s chest, crushed her heart, and put it back in. That’s how she felt as she read the long list of Gresso’s convicti

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.