Psychopathic Quotes Novels & Stories

And the only thing I wanted was to seize one of those guns and shoot him, — never to be remembered! Not even for one second did the idea of killing him left my mind. “Why are stating me like you are seeing shit?” he asked. “Ain't you shit, — Oh, no, no, I'm sorry Max how can I say such a thing about you? That will be devaluing shit because you are wiser than that. You are undefined, — you are evil”

The estate gates disappear behind us as we merge onto the highway. "Have you ever heard of psychopaths?" His voice is low, dangerous. I roll my eyes. "Obviously." "And do you know what they do?" I hesitate, narrowing my eyes at him. "What’s your point?" "The worst of them will make you wish you’d ended up with a rogue," he murmurs. "Creative sadistic fuckers, those ones." A chill runs down my spine, though I refuse to show it. I don’t know what it is in his tone—the certainty, the calmness—but it unsettles me.

" Nobody answered. “To become a psychopath and kill all the men in the world. And make this earth sacred again.” I glared at every man in the room. "I just want you people to become extinct." Complete silence. Then I pointed at Alessandro one last time. "And you..." I took a deep breath. "I hope you rot in hell. I hope you lose every single penny you have." Another breath. "I hope your barber gives you a terrible haircut." Marco blinked. "I hope your coffee is always cold." "I hope every traffic light turns red when you're late." "I hope your Wi-Fi disconnects during every important meeting."

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

“W- wouldn't it be fun to die together?” It was very foolish… trying to reason with a psychopath who lacks empathy.

In resignation, I retreated into a toilet stall, knowing it was a futile attempt to escape. Locking the door behind me offered only a temporary reprieve. I knew it would only delay the inevitable. "Daisy, don't run away from me," he called out. "You know it's pointless, don't you?" I shivered at his words, paralyzed with fear. "Just let me kill you," he continued, his tone twisted and sadistic. "But don't worry, I won't let a beautiful body like yours go to waste. I'll rape it until it's nothing but a lifeless shell." His words sent chills down my spine, and I realized I was dealing with a psychopath.

Marcus stated. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous claim. "Some compassion? I doubt that. Your friend is a sociopath."I paused to think. "Actually he is a psychopath and there is no way sociopaths have compassion. He is so annoying and if I had a choice I would not have to spend my night there. He is the worst human being to exist. I cannot wait for this night to end and never see his rude ass ever again."I complained about my anger fuelling when I recalled how annoying Alex was.

I clenched my jaw, my eyes filling up with hatred while I stared at the man in front of me, "here's what we're gonna do. First, I'm going to disfigure you, I'll torture you so bad that you'll beg me to kill you. But I won't. I'll cut your dick and feed it to you and then I'll slit your throat. What do you think about my plan?" "No! Please!" He sobbed, "I'm sorry, I really am. Th-this—" his voice broke, "—w-hat yo-u're doi-ng to me is inhuman! You're a psychopath! J-just s-send m-me to j-jail!" "No," my voice was cold, "now, tell me where these other friends of yours are before we proceed."

“Don't try to gaslight me into thinking anything else.” “And here it is, I was thinking when you are going to use that word,” he scoffed. “Gaslight, you girls really love to throw that word around, don't you?” “And what are you? A heartless bitch who doesn't even have a little bit of sympathy for even his own brother?” I was gritting my teeth to stop myself from saying anything else. It was impossible to stop myself from making more comments. “I know what I saw.” ‘He is dangerous,’ Caspian's warning once again rattled my head. ‘He is a psychopath.’

Disdain dripping from my expression, I ambled to the front of my car, my boys did the same, patiently waiting for a reason to release fire, that will depend on what this bitch boy had to say because right now seeing him even added fuel to my anger. “How are you, my friend?” He asked in a psychopathic tone, his words dripping with sarcasm. “I'm always good, and I do not appreciate losers like you blocking my way!” I pointed out. “Well, we both know who the loser is right now, I mean…. I'm not the one trending on the internet, you are,” he said with an annoying shrug, his tone still laced with sarcasm. Does he have the guts to speak to me about that?