Psychopathic Quotes Novels & Stories

People with antisocial personalities are highly impulsive and aggressive, have no sense of shame and are unable to accept or be accepted by society. "I, too, am a sociopath," he says with a laugh. "I have never been born with such things as conscience and shame, and I am very likely to become a murderous criminal because of my ability. Don't you think I'd be better off finding my own kind and using them as guinea pigs to pass the time, rather than doing something worse?" Looking at Madman's dark green eyes and weird totem tattoos, I shuddered. It dawned on me that Madman, if he really was mad, was only as mad as Hansel.

“He is the fucking psychopath, even science approves it, he is clinically diagonsed with ASPD.” His words were beyond ratioanlity, not even her worst nightmares, could have imagine that, “Do you think I will just believe anything you say.” her lips part, her heart skipped a beat, as sweat formed on her face, even with the chilling cold. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me, naive girl, go on then, live your life.”his body ached everywhere, his senses hightened with pain.

I want to ravage those lips that had been haunting me for days and nights since I saw her in the back alley and each time she smiles at me. “Fuck… I sound like a psychopath.” I blinked at the ceiling as words swarmed into my head. I bounced upright in bed and stared in awe at the evening colours outside the window, as sentences were coming together in my head. I am a psycho… Want to be one but I can’t… To love you but I can’t… Kiss your heart but I can’t… You want a psycho but I ain’t one… Ripped you apart, you want… Out of this world, you want…

“Look, I know you hate me, I don’t like you either. You’re cold, unresponsive, emotionless, evil—” “Get on with it,” “But surely you see that they are using you?” He says, chuckling again. “I mean, come on, no offense, but you don’t exactly have anything special about you. Except you’re very well hidden psychopathic tendencies. Do they know by the way? That you used to—”

I lifted the ceramic cup in front of me, taking a sip of the remaining cooling latte, just to forcefully quench my suddenly dried thirst. "What are you daydreaming about?" Gary's hoarse voice pulled me back to the sickening reality. I blinked rapidly, then shook my head slowly, putting on a perfectly innocent smile. "Nothing, Mr. Ghalow. I just suddenly wondered... what it would be like to do heroic work like yours? Hunting." A maniacal pride, the kind only a true psychopath possesses, lit up in the old man's gray eyes. "Want to know what it's like?"

She answered the call with almost shaky hands with build up of everything absolutely terrible. "Why didn't you call me? I told you to call me, then why didn't you? Did you not even think of me enough to call me?" His voice sounded hoarse, almost robotic. His tone was psychopathic with three different emotions with each sentences that shook her completely. She immediately wished she hadn't had the delusional thought the he had said those things because he wad drunk. People were usually the most truthful when they weren't sober.

He checks me up, 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 wince at the crudeness of his words. Indeed, he is a psychopath. Who talks about raping a dead body like it a recipe they are discussingdiscussing? “You are sick in the head.”I spat and the man just grins. “You are not the first one to tell me that sweetness.I have always been sick in the head. Tell me something new.”he shrugs nonchalantly.

'Ted, help me out here. 'Insane,' he said plainly. 'No, I was insane yesterday, today is another day.' I tapped my chin. 'A psychopath…' 'Been that all my life.' 'Stupid…' 'I will be that tomorrow…' 'Am I seriously helping you increase your stupidity?' 'You are more foolish than I am. Don't insult your queen, kiddo.' 'Kiddo?' 'Yes, don't dare me, Coco…' Cephas almost fell from how much he laughed.

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

“You heard me. I told you, you’re mine. The day you let me have a taste of your pussy was when you handed your body to me. It’s mine now. Mine to worship, torture, punish, and satisfy. I’m tired of waiting for you to come to terms with the fact that you want me to fuck you.” I blushed due to all the dirty words he was saying to me. But I also couldn’t forget he was a psychopath—literally. That wasn’t me throwing a word around. He told me himself that he had been diagnosed. If I slept with him and caught feelings, I would be in trouble. “You’re a bad person. Just because you’re a free man doesn’t change that.” “I’m not claiming to be a good man. I am saying that I want that cunt all to myself