Psychopathic Quotes Novels & Stories

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table. "I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch. "Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking. "I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.

It proves that he is not only dangerous and crazy, he is cunning and smart too. He was said to be someone who had the abilities to manipulate people’s emotions till they rethought their whole lives and eventually gave in to him. That was and still is a crazy ass shit. The prison burnt down but thankfully all the inmates and the wardens escaped unscathed. Not like that did any good for humanity. I would have much rather preferred it if all those psychotic felons got roasted alive. Shut up Elena! If they die, how will you make a living? I cannot suck money out of ghosts now, can I? I need them alive and crazy to retain my position as the best psychiatrist that ever lived.

" she asks weakly. The psychopath cocked his gun and pointed it directly on Anna's forehead. "I don't have time to waste nor answer any of your stupid questions. Now tell me, would you rather die first or you'll pick one person out of those damn people I've listed out?!" he snapped at petrified Anna and she gaped at him awestruck. *****~~°°***** *Hospital*

Dita pointed to her own face. "Eh yes, your face is really pale," Evi just realized that. "Hey, can I join you?" Dita and Evi reflexively turned their heads to the side, finding the psychopathic guy standing right next to Dita while smiling like a demon. "No, you stay away," Dita shooed him away. Honestly, she was afraid of this guy. "Aishhh, your punishment has doubled. I warned you, don't ever use that word. Do I need to do something to you first for you to understand?"

“And I’m really fucking serious about what I said earlier, Lucian. Either you tell me why you did what you did, or I do exactly what’s on my mind.” The blood in my veins turned to ice water. “You’re a psychopath,” I spat, because looking at him now—legs crossed, gun resting on his thigh, composure carved out of stone—there was no other word for what he was. “You’re a goddamn psychopath.”

he replied coolly, not a hint of remorse or sympathy etched on his stupid face. “You’re a maniac,” I bit out as I pulled myself off the floor. “I didn’t give you the permission to stand,” he growled out. “Fuck you! I don’t give a shit about your permission,” I felt my body quake as I tried to pull myself together, “I should've bitten off your fingers and made you choke on it.” He was watching me like this was all a show to him. Maybe it was… you can never tell with these psychopaths.

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.

"And why are your brothers psychopaths?" "Random facts on the internet, one day I read that most successful CEOs are psychopaths, just because they have the impulse to do what's necessary even if they hurt people along the way, also they're very good blending in with society." I laughed and give a deep demanding kiss, "So, your brothers can catch my stalker? Do you really believe it?" She was breathless when she answer my questions, "They're freakishly good at anything they set their mind to. Yeah, I think they can find your stalker."

- I say irritated for having fallen on a floor full of pebbles and branches. - I listened a little to your conversation, I found it very interesting to the point of being interested too. A sociopathic man with kids, right? Type, quantity, killers and psychopaths. Why don't you tell me more about this Institute and what affects Daniel. - He says and before answering I kick his legs to fall. - Why don't you tell me what affects you so I can use it on you. - I climb on top of him and he comes to fight for strength.

Has he switched to the nice one? “From now onward, do not say anything that questions my existence,” Ethan said slowly. “Y-yes.” “You can call me that romantic name you usually call me… Psychopathic Monster… and say mean things to me… but do not call me a waste or any other questions that questions my existence… it'll only trigger the other personality… I might do something far more horrendous. Am I clear?” Lincoln gulped. “Yes, sure.” Is this guy also sick in the head? He asked himself. He thinks Psychopathic Monster is a romantic name?