Psychopathic Quotes Novels & Stories

“Then I can conclusively infer that you’re the culprit in murder of Albert Connor-Mckinney, Max, Mary Adele White and sheriff Morgan.” A look of dissatisfaction began to appear on his face. Before we entered the interrogation room, agent Tom advised me. “Psychopaths all like to take credit for what they did. You have to make him believe he didn’t do much. By so doing, he will admit to other crimes he has committed.” Remembering that, I smiled. “Now that I think of it, you didn’t do much,” I mocked. Smith’s POV “Is he trying to get on my nerves or is he really serious?” I thought. How can he say that I didn’t do enough.

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.

She almost sounded as if she was trying to believe her statement herself. I scoffed. “He may have fooled you with his charm.” I said before popping a lollipop in my mouth. “But not me ‘cause I see him for who he really is. He’s the most psychotic man I’ve ever met and he really shouldn’t be left roaming amongst humans. He's a cold-hearted devil who preys on people like me, forcing us into submission and taking everything from us." Patricia went pale immediately, her body freezing as stared at me with wide eyes. I was sure she knew everything I’d said was right, she just never thought anyone would have the balls to voice their thoughts.

"Do you really think I would give myself the trouble of bringing you here to protect you only to poison you to death?" I shrugged, "Some murderers are selfish like that. They do not care that the victim is going to die anyway. They just want to be the one to end their life and watch the light in their eyes go out. I've read stories where billionaire CEO'S are psychopaths like that. You could be one for all I care." "If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't waste good eggs." He responded dryly. I sat at the counter and took a bite from the toast.

I am really curious and I really want to know. "You have absolutely no idea how crazy you sound," I venomously spit at him and he chuckles. "There is no way I am going to stay here for any reason. Especially not with a psychopath like you. What mental disorder do you suffer from"I ask him cruelly and he only stares at me, like my words do not have any effect on him.

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." "Guess you forgot to add that they are also pathological liars and lack empathy." I watched his jaw tighten and his dark chocolate brown eyes staring at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expressions but I sure as hell knew I'd said the right thing to tick him off. And why exactly was I finding pleasure by stepping on his foot? Just when I thought things had taken the wrong turn, his expressions mellowed. I decided to tease him further. "So which type of psychopath are you? Hannibal Lecter or Patr

"Shut up!!" "It's because you're a sick bastard who thinks he owns everyone. A fucking psychopath who hurts others just for the pleasure of it. You asked why it was always Julian? It's because he's better than you. He's all you are not and can never be. You only try to be like him so you can be accepted and loved but who would love a man like you? A psychopath like you that's who! You're a sick fucking bastard who can never ever ever be like Julian, you're–" "SHUT UP!!!"

“Yes” I knew I was adding fuel to fire but things had already gotten this bad what’s the point in pacifying? Plus my mission was to stir an argument and leave so I guess it’s all working together. To my bewilderment he scoffed a laugh that was similar to those psychopaths scenes in movies and in the blink of an eyes his expression returned to its dark demeanor. What manner of craziness is this? Did I fall in love with a psychopath? “Nicklaus you have to let me go, you’re hurting me”

I know how to handle them. 'Why you think so?' I almost whispered without looking in this direction. 'Cause if I were you I wouldn't have ever entered this dark room.' He replied. 'Why..... this room is so dark?' I asked for being a bit hesitant, cause after all he was a psychopath. 'Hmm, you are trying to act familiar now. Like others?' He said and shifted a bit more towards me. Now I could hear him breathing again, 'You. Are. Really. A dumb.' he said and I felt so triggered.

he asked with an amused smile. "He was a stupid little coward too. You should have seen him whimpering and begging like a loser," he spat in disgust. "I was so disgusted, I had to teach him one final lesson before he died," he said. "Did you like the little touch I gave him?" I turned my head down and threw up in the sand. Sick! He was sick! A real sick pyschopathic maniac. What kind of person would boast about such a dastardly act? "It's good that you've met me, finally. I'll show you what a real man looks like. End your run with the pansies!" he said.