Novel & Cerita Psychopathic Quotes

but he doesn't fucking stop talking, yes he was that wicked "And if you keep pissing me off, just remember I know how to hide a dead body" He finishes his fucking sentence, and pats my cheek with his cold hands, and it made my breath shakes, but...but I don't let him win, and I don't freaking want to give him satisfaction, pleasure, and make him smile wider, so I parted my already champ lips, and said the roght thing that popped into my head "Tell me, is being a fucking psychopath something you like, or something you do?" I asked him with a mixture of fear, anger and frustration in my voice, hoping it would make the damn smile disappear, but damnit, he only chuckled out as if to tell me that

He replied "Did you ever tell him. You never told him your feelings for him. You can't blame your cowardice on anyone, there's no way to spin and make yourself look like a victim" Mark retorted. "You are a psychopath, a psychotic criminal" "I never plan to make myself one" "What if you kill me and he loves another person, would you take her too" I asked "What makes you think you are the first" He chuckled "This isn't the first time."

“I think you’re a psychopath.” “Oh, Demian. You’ve said that so many times. It doesn’t bother me to be one. The word doesn’t offend me. Did you know that psychopaths usually don’t have compassion? I’ve been too compassionate with you. I’ve even been compassionate with Dana, Jeremy, and even Thomas. By the way, my second victim will be Thomas for getting in my way. The last will be Dana and you. But I won’t kill you until you see her die. That way, you’ll understand how I feel inside because of your decision to choose her. This is a consequence of your decision. Do you know how much I would like you to do the same for me? I would love for you to be capable of doing everything I did to be with

But she noticed something else. His smile. Nyx offered her a smile, full of threats and pride. "You want to be added to the list? " he voiced for the first time. So he talks. "No, I think I'm safe as long as I don't have blonde hair. Right? " "You seem too sure about yourself. Right? " he responded darkly. "I am, b-" "A small piece of advice for you Miss, you should never trust a psychopath" he interrupted before she could go any further in the discussion which he was bored with.

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.

Dante looked up, his voice quieter now but somehow heavier. “They say he’s sadistic. A beast in human skin. They say he’s a psychopath who kills for pleasure and that he’s… not fully right in the head. Some say he’s a cannibal. I used to think they were exaggerating, but now I’m not so sure.” I felt my skin crawl as a cold chill slid down my spine. Dante wasn’t finished. “There’s more,” he added, stepping away from the car.

“It’s like he cleaned the weapon before leaving.” I shake my head. “Or he licked it.” “Hmm.” “Psychopaths have tendencies to taste their victims' blood.” Dakor Romanov’s face comes to mind. That lunatic sucked a man’s blood through his nose. “It does something I refuse to understand to them.”

I redirect my gaze to him and reply, "He's not my weakness. And no, I can't deal with the idea of him getting hurt. He's my friend, and I care about his safety. A psychopathic, selfish, self-centered narcissist like you wouldn't understand what it feels like to care about someone since you obviously only care about yourself." He smiles at the derogatory names I just called him, not a hint of anger in his eyes over the insults. With him, I'm not even sure he'd register those words as insults. He's crazy enough to take them as compliments. Carl nods with a smug smirk. "You're right, I do care about myself more than anything in this world. I'm selfish and self-centered because I'm my number one

His voice cracked, but the madness in it was undeniable. “I AM CALLOWAY! DO YOU HEAR ME? I BUILT EMPIRES WHILE YOU WERE STILL CRAWLING AT YOUR MOTHER’S FEET! PEOPLE LIKE ME DON’T ROT IN CELLS. WE OWN THE PEOPLE WHO BUILD THEM!” His words still echoed down the corridor, wild, unrestrained, it sounded like it came from the throat of a mad man. “I’M UNTOUCHABLE! DO YOU HEAR ME? UNTOUCHABLE!” The veins in his neck bulged, his face red and slick with sweat as he smashed himself against the bars like a man possessed.

"Sometimes I would like to know what it takes for a person to become that. Because an ordinary human would not do what he did, not with so much pleasure.” "I think a great pain," said Dante, laughing at his own way of speaking. "I don't know, little bourgeois. I think doctors and police officers will have great problems tracing a profile of your brother's psychopathy. At least you're not that cold.” "A little, but not at this point.” "That's enough.”