Psychopath The Novel Novels & Stories

I could still hear my voice echo faintly around us. I couldn't hold it back anymore, it had to be said. This man was a psychopath, a sadist, a deranged cult leader, he was everything in the book that was wrong. I makes me wonder what happened in his life made him the way he is now. No one is just born with a mindset like this, it's disturbing and upsetting that these were his beliefs that he stands by. Ian looks calmly to me. His expression was completely relaxed, which scared me. But I stand by every word I said.

The jolt sends a shot of excruciating pain through my leg, and I growl, irritated that I can fight these sickos off. Would they kill me? I wouldn’t put anything past the students of this nuthouse. This place should be illegal, but cops are as corrupt as the criminals like all authorities in this world. Money is the root of all evil, and if you have enough, it doesn’t matter what heinous crimes you commit. It will all disappear if you have money. The girl grins down at me, moving the knife toward my other leg. She holds my gaze, enjoying the fear that radiates from me.

"And I'm supposed to be impressed?" He smiled again. "Well, aren't you? It's not every day that you meet a guy who can be sexy as well as handle the sight of guts and a severed head without throwing up." "I would say the men who are disgusted by the sight of it are actually normal, while you are quite the contrary," I said. Jackson laughed again. "Psychopaths are actually pretty normal." He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement."

When he said all these things I was still in his arms my head resting on his chest listening to his heart beat. I felt his heart race as he talked I listened and I mean really listened. It's true no matter how much we believe ourselves victims, there's always two sides to a story in Damian story his trying to love a woman who keeps on running away from him all the time his unperfect or tries to open up, in mine it's the side where I am a victim of a crazed psychopath who does not want to let me go but continues to hurt me.

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

“You don't understand how obsessed I am with you, Sophie,” “It's your fault for being too perfect,” Now between that psychopath and Lucas, who was the bigger psychopath?

The estate gates disappear behind us as we merge onto the highway. "Have you ever heard of psychopaths?" His voice is low, dangerous. I roll my eyes. "Obviously." "And do you know what they do?" I hesitate, narrowing my eyes at him. "What’s your point?" "The worst of them will make you wish you’d ended up with a rogue," he murmurs. "Creative sadistic fuckers, those ones." A chill runs down my spine, though I refuse to show it. I don’t know what it is in his tone—the certainty, the calmness—but it unsettles me.

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I raise my shoulders and let them fall, “Perhaps you go ask him as soon as he’s done cleaning the blood in his hands. Let’s hope he doesn’t have to re-clean because of your blood.” “Then why hasn’t he killed you?” she asks, swallowing hard. “Duh! Because he thinks it’d be more fun if he kills me when I begin to believe the absurdity that he wouldn’t,” I retort, pressing my lips together. Jane looks at me in disbelief, “Why do you think this way?” “I’m thinking in the perspective of a psychopath,” I say truthfully. I once read in a book that psychos think very differently. “A-Jun is no psychopath,” Jane argues, and I hiss.

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.”