Psychopaths Laugh Novels & Stories

The ONE time that I had finally found someone and we clicked, everything falling into place, they ended up being a psychopath! “You’re joking, right?” I asked him, chuckling as I hooked some of my hair behind my ears. “This has to be a joke, it has to be!” I waited for a response, but he just stared at me. “It has to be, right? Tell me you’re joking. All of this, including the shooting of the man, it’s all a prank, yeah?”

My eyes wide with panic, and I jerked against his grip instinctively, the blade biting into my skin just enough to make me freeze again. "Let me go, you psychopath!" I shouted, desperation bleeding into my voice. He chuckled then, low and dark, the sound vibrating through me. It wasn't the laugh of a sane man. It was the sound of someone who found pleasure in unraveling you, pulling you apart piece by piece just to see what you were made of. "Psychopath?" he repeated, as though the word amused him. "Maybe. Or maybe you just bring out the worst in me." His face was close enough now that I could see the glint of his eyes-dark and predatory, watching me like a cat cornering its prey.

Suddenly, I hear a quiet laugh. “Holy shit! You’re forcing me back into my teenage masturbating years! You have no idea how long it’s been since I last jerked off!” “Well then… you are welcome,” I snort, hearing him burst into loud, rolling laughter. Damn, his laugh is ridiculously contagious! Turns out he has that type of laugh that makes everyone want to laugh along.

I noticed that from my eyes his gaze fell to my lips, after a while he suddenly laughed, a laugh that I do not know if it is true or another pretense. "Shocks! It was like a mercy that I am having just a normal talks to a man." She was still laughing, while still not taking her eyes off me. I just noticed by myself and realized, that when you see a person that was like always sad and in pain, it seems like it was too hard for you to believe them, like it was not easy for you anymore to figure out if they smile or laughed was not fake anymore.

C'mon girly, that was a scared response and you know it, get it together. “I guess,” Rodriguez mimed, her voice a whiny parody of Janice's. “You hear that, the rich girl guesses.” Now both of them laughed. The white supremacist's laugh didn't make her any less scary. It was the laugh of a genuine psychopath. “Did you want something?” Janice asked, regaining control over herself. “Did you want something?” Another mimic, another burst of laughs from the peanut gallery. “Yes, we want something.” “And what, on this wide, wild Earth could you want from me?” Janice scoffed. Don't overdo it...

It showed peopled her sweetness but if one searched deeper they would see the viciousness of the sharp edges that made up said smile. "His name is Luther Gold. If you think I'm passing up the opportunity of calling him Goldilocks you've got another thing coming," I muttered, focusing my attention on the road so I wouldn't be tempted to pull over and ravish her. "A psychopath with a sense of humor," Miranda deadpanned. "That's inaccurate, psychopaths don't feel and I could argue that I feel too damn much for my brothers and Quinn," glancing at her from my peripheral, I added, "I certainly feel too much for you."

“Why are you laughing, you psycho?” Adrian’s face twisted in confusion and disgust. “What’s so damn funny?” His eyes narrowed, as if me laughing was worse than any insult. Tricia’s voice was quick to join in. “Yeah, tell us, freak. What’s so funny?” She folded her arms, waiting like she’d already won. I stopped laughing and straightened up, though my throat still hurt from it, but I found enough courage to answer. My voice didn’t even shake this time. “You!”

My stomach tightens and I gulp as I memorize the file again. This is the man that sits across from me with his lazy posture and half-amused, half-predatory expression and eyes. He looks so calm and completely different than what this file reads or says about it . But I would be a fool and not worthy of my license If I don’t realize that psychopaths like him with the level of high IQ he possesses never slip their mask in public or in front of anyone. I flip another page and two photograph falls out. It’s photos taken from a surveillance still. One of them is when he had finished beating a man who’s probably dead because in the photo he literally glanced at the camera with a deadly smirk on hi

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