Psychopaths Laugh Novels & Stories

picking up a cigarette from his breast pocket he pulled it out for the other guy to light and he did stepping back again. He steadied his gaze on me for a while without saying any word. I looked at each of their faces searchingly and then removed my eyes. Suddenly he began to laugh widely clapping his hands. This man was really a psychopath, I thought looking down at my feet.

" You're sick and I may hate you but I'm a psychopath." " Correction, you are a psychopath and care doesn't look good on you." This little shit! My jaw tightened. " After the stupid stunt you pulled, you're not going anywhere till you fucking die." He chuckled. " Well that's not long anymore," How could he laugh? How could he make such stupid jokes about life? As much as I hated to admit it, I found his cheerfulness admirable. It was still stupid. But, admirable. His face calmed slightly as walked closer, freeing his hands from the confines of his pockets. " Do you miss her?"

Asher asks making Axel laugh heartily as I stared at the two psychopaths next to me. “Yeah like let’s go easy on them.” Axel jokes sarcastically making Asher laugh more. “Let’s forgive them.” “Let them off with a warning.” “Yeah, we will be the bigger person.” The sarcastic back and forth continues as they high-five each other, unable to contain their laughter as they held on their stomach. What is wrong with these men? “When you guys joke around, people have panic attacks. What kind of sick sense of humour is this? What kind of monster-“ I finally speak up, expressing my horror but they ignore me and continue laughing.

I dared to ask. “Why don’t you smile?” I rolled my eyes at his question. “I think I did smile at you before you threw me over your shoulder.” I replied, turning my gaze at the waves that washed over the golden grains of sand. “It was a fake one.” He said, “Why don’t you really smile?” “I don’t have anything to smile about.” My reply was simple yet true. But he chuckled like I had told him the joke of the century. Psychopath! “Oh, Aria.” He tsked, I tensed at the mention of my name from his tongue. It felt foreign and uncomfortable.

“I’mcurious, is your gentlemanliness an innate behavior, or did you take lessons?” He slipped my earring into his pocket and rested an arm on his throne. “And if I did? You gonna write thema bad review on Yelp?” “I’msure Satan’s Institute for Local Psychos has enough of them.” He ran a thumb across the scar on his bottomlip, a rough chuckle escaping him. When he laughed, he didn’t appear as threatening. One could never say he looked like a normal man, but something altogether more devious and timeless. When the laugh faded, caressing every inch of my body, he asked, “Did you sleep well?” Of course not. I was covered in blood and guilt.

I was not mentally ready for anything which dealt with babies and future plans with the way the rumors were going about the pack. “You will have to work on that miss jane,” he smiled. “Or else, you will be replaced. And we don’t want that to happen to you now would we?” The way he said that and smiled with the wrinkles on his eyes being genuine steeped me out. He was a psychopath. Who had a genuine smile and also said horrible things like this? I gulped thinking of the man in a cruel way. What if this was the way he used in killing off his victims?

I cried out in choked sobs. "Nice? He is nice?" he laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You don't know who you're fucking talking about. A psychotic killer, he and his stupid brother are fucking psychopaths that scare even me, and you're telling me he is a good person?" I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "He doesn't like me..." "Exactly," he said, his smile turning wicked. "He loves you, and you're going to bring him to his downfall."

Cue evil laughter. “Serves you right, you emotionally constipated maniac.”

I press myself against the wall and pull my knees up, trying to breathe through the nausea. Then I start laughing. It comes out low at first, then louder and unhinged, echoing off the walls. My shoulders shake with it. I tilt my head back against the concrete and laugh like I've lost my fucking mind. Will and the other two men watch me in silence. I finally lift my head and look straight at them. "You three think you're so fucking tough," I rasp, my voice hoarse and ruined. I laugh again. "Why don't you try taking three dicks down your throat at the same time and see if you don't pass out like a little bitch?" I sneer. "Go on. Let's see how long you last before you're gagging and crying for

Damon's face goes pale and he starts to pull back but then Garrett does something unexpected. He laughs. Not just a small laugh, but a full-blown hysterical cackling that echoes off the stone walls of the holding cell. It's the kind of laugh that makes your skin crawl and says someone has completely lost their mind.