Psychopath The Novel Novels & Stories

“Have her moved to the second floor. It would seem my queen favors her.” His queen, he says. I would laugh, but I have none of that left in me, so I stay still, watching Raya and the guard leave, watching him walk across my room and retrieve a piece of cloth, with which he wipes my cheeks gently. Atticus confuses me on some days. The thing about psychopaths that makes them deadly is their unpredictable nature. He would backhand me when necessary, roughen me up, and then tend to my injuries with such gentleness, it is hard to believe those hands belong to a monster.

asked Amber lazily. She really did not think that Harper's madness in the book Read My Mind was that bad. It could be said that Harper had turned into a book addict. Almost every day Amber could see the book lying on Harper's desk and was always in the woman's hand when she didn't have a patient. Like this afternoon. She again caught Harper reading the fictional story of Jayden Hoover, a psychopath who had brutally murdered his mother as a teenager. "Psychotic. Behavior-based on—" "I know, Harp." Amber cut quickly as she raised her hand in the air. It seemed that she regretted her question which now made Harper even more excited to discuss the story of crazy Jayden. “You don't need to explai

He checks me up, 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 wince at the crudeness of his words. Indeed, he is a psychopath. Who talks about raping a dead body like it a recipe they are discussingdiscussing? “You are sick in the head.”I spat and the man just grins. “You are not the first one to tell me that sweetness.I have always been sick in the head. Tell me something new.”he shrugs nonchalantly.

The sudden change of attitude made it unbelievable before his eyes. “ Same same,” I told my self as I looked at him through the rare view mirror, Sometimes I see him and wonder if the doctor who’d assessed him and said that he was a psychopath who was incapable of feeling if he was qualified, because if so, then he was killing his patients. We drove past the old church, I looked through the windows, I could see the lights, on from the outside as we drove by, the old chapels still stood stronger and renovated, it wasn’t like the old but it wasn’t different either.

She didn't experience happiness and always got tormented in this damn family. Hah, I need to face the reality that I got transmigrated to this novel called ‘In the name of Psychopaths.’ Yes, it was categorized by the author as romance but when I read it, it was filled with bloody scenes and gore. The character in the story are all annoying, but I continued reading it. The protagonist of this story is Marva Alvid and the male lead of this is Patrick Raynell. If there's a female lead and a male lead, there is also a psychopath villain and its name is Phoenix Valcarcel.

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

“So instead of really living, instead of doing what makes you feel alive, you chose to work a 9-to-5 job for The Man. You chose stability and the 401k. You chose mediocrity.” You DICK. I sit up and full-on bare my teeth at him. “What, and you’re so fucking brilliant? You’re so fucking incredible? If you forgot, your criminal activities are what put us on the run.” “No, a psychopath is what put us on the run.” “Who you ran into because you like to play art thief!” “And saved two women’s lives and stopped a serial killer’s rampage!” he snarls. “Remember that?” I do. It’s what I’d told Connor to get him to help us.

I throw my hands in the air only to drop them, and my tears quickly follow. "My verdict is guilty by association, and some of the jocks thought it would be nice to punish me by dumping red paint on me," my voice cracks. A sob escapes me as I collapse onto the sofa. My blurry gaze shifts to her, and I give a pathetic smile. "Did you know that psychopathy is hereditary?" I remember Kensey’s question from class. It's been on my mind ever since. "I didn't." I shrug and wipe my nose with the sleeve of my sweater. "I can be the next murderer after him. Or I can just be normal. Who the fuck knows, and who the fuck wants to take that chance?" I don't care if I'm cursing in front of her. "But that d

We got there, and he used his manipulative skills to excuse everyone from the unit, and it was only the two of us. “How is this place?” I asked the man sleeping like he owned the place. ‘'He is indeed a psychopath' I thought. “Oh the little boy,” he said, and I couldn't control myself anymore, as I was burning with rage. 'How could he?!’ I screamed in my head when I remembered the position I met him when he kidnapped Giselle. ******** I got into my car, and zoomed out of the police premises. “Crazy bastard,” I said, looking at my bleeding knuckles. “Ding ding” my phone rang, and I picked it up. I checked the caller ID, and it was an unknown number.

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