Psychopathic Quotes Novels & Stories

“You of all people know how gossip spreads like wildfire in our office, true or not.” He smiles awkwardly. “I know. But, you still haven’t said whether this is true or not.” “I didn’t think I needed to!” I say, really trying to sell my outrage. “Of course it’s not true, are you insane? Why would I ever want anything to do with a psychopathic criminal who probably murders people?” “Okay, okay!” he says apologetically. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to offend you or anything. I just know I’ve also seen you spending a lot of time working directly with him.”

There wasn’t denial, but regret and flickers of anger. "It’s not what you think.” Tom offered. That sentence alone confirmed to Tristan what his mystery girl had told him. Although it wasn’t the time to focus on it, it brought both him and his wolf, Tank, great joy to confirm that she wasn’t lying to them. That maybe they could trust her moving forward. She may be a mystery they haven't been able to solve yet, but she was an honest mystery. “Isn’t that what all parents of psychopaths say? Are you going to stand here and tell me that he is just misunderstood? That he isn’t a bad guy? Save it. He is a murderer, a monster and deserves to be publicly executed.” Tristan stood firm in his opinion.

“Next time you say her name, I’ll cut out your tongue and nail it to your forehead.” He spat blood to the side, rising back to his feet with a grimace. “It's a shame you can't give me what I want, would have helped.” "Shove that help into your fucking ass bastard" His laughter increased as I finished my sentence, he sure as hell laughed like a psychopath. "You'll really trade billions of goods for a pussy Zarek, something you killed your brother for" That made me freeze for a second, reminding me that I was using my heart to think instead of my brain.

He’ll get what he wants, no matter what we do. “If you still decide to be useless to me or try anything, I’ll just find someone that looks like you. It would be a lot of trouble, but I’ll get what I want even if I have to kill all your relatives and all your friends and forge a billion documents,” he says. I glare at him. He’s a psychopath. Crazy. Sick. Selfish. And there’s no way to win against him. He’s always going to come up with something to force our hand or he’s just going to kill us all.

It felt so good. "You're lucky she's by your side. I bet you're screwing that ass all night and sucking down on her pussy, " He chuckled, lowering his head. Not wanting his words to get to me, I said, wiping Anna out of my head, "You're a sick man. That's why you got infected by the drugs and can't take your mind off sex." "It's the price I get for exploring those sweet honey pots," He laughed, acting like a psychopath.

“Em…well, you wouldn't have to leave if things worked out between you two. He just needs someone to work on him…” “Hold it right there. I really really feel bad for anyone who thinks they can work on him. He's not even worth it. He's a crazy, creepy stalker and a sadistic narcissist psychopathic maniacal perverted nutjob.” I was out of breath after saying all those words at once. Penny was laughing. “Isn't that too much for one person? Also, I'm pretty sure all those words mean this same thing.” She pointed out and I scoffed.

“I’m not sure if I understand.” “You know, Kiara,” He rubbed his thumb over her lip, looking down at her with lust-filled eyes. “I always thought you were too smart for your own good.” “Luca, can you let me go first? Then, we can talk.” She pleaded. “Don’t struggle or the cuffs will bruise you.” He said with a sharp edge to his voice. His voice sounded cold—ruthless. “You know the disadvantage of intelligence?” He pushed himself off of her, now resting on her side, admiring the young lady beside him. “It’s that no one ever understands you. I get it, I do. I was once in your shoes.”

I said sassily to myself, walking towards the vanity to take out a shirt and wrap it around my arm. I grunted in pain, holding the arm close to my chest. "Such a bitch," I muttered to myself. Well you're whiny. "Ugh, I am you, dimwit." I turned towards the two hellhounds watching me with confused stares. I gave them a reassuring smile. "I'm good, I promise. I got this." I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. The perfect reality for a psychopathic maniac who hated me wasn't hard. I just had to make it sadistic enough and then I was done.

“You are going to listen to me. You. are. Mine. And if you don’t want your family or any of your loved ones to suffer and pay for your stubbornness, you better behave well for me.” My heart throbs in my chest, and I suddenly prefer him choking me while he speaks, at least it can be a great excuse for letting out the tears growing at the back of my eyes rather than admitting I’m hurt by his words. “I would rather die than be with you,” I spit through gritted teeth, and he smirks as if enjoying my fight. “Dead corpse don’t bother me, I can fuck you anyway, dead or alive” He mutters. How can a living being, one with a heart, say such? How can he think such? Now I understand why he’s rumored as

“Damn bastards! Calling them animals is just glorifying them!” “F*ck! There are so many underage victims! These bastards!” “Raping Mianyang and his pet dog? ! I’m really going to vomit!” “They killed 34 people! What kind of environment could create such a madman?!” “This is too abnormal! This is too crazy! How dare they do such a thing? ! Aren’t they afraid?!” “This kind of people are not created by the environment. They are natural psychopaths! Natural criminals! Hurry up and kill them!”