Psychopaths Laugh Novels & Stories

“I gain power from instilling fear, from watching others cower before me. It feeds something deep within me that craves dominance.” I felt all the blood drain from my face as I swallowed hard. After a moment, he started laughing like a madman. Not only was he evil, but he also seemed mentally unstable. I wondered if the anticipation of how he would punish me amused him. I shouldn't have saved him; he was a complete psychopath. "What's amusing?" I asked, irritated. "You," he said between fits of laughter. I could see the confusion on his guards' faces, confirming I was not the only one who found his behavior abnormal.

Everyone just laughed like I'm just some kind of a psychopath, what's funny to them, they were laughing and pointing hands, and worse of it the subjects were laughing too, maybe I was stupid for talking without understanding anything, I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me.

Told you, that girl is dangerous. Max, however, couldn't control himself. He started laughing like a hyena. Heck! Why was his laughter so contagious? Before, it was just Alex but now that I think about it, I think all bad boys when they laugh, they make people start laughing too but well, it might be just me who thinks that. But then again, maybe it's because they rarely laugh and when they do actually laugh, they sound so much like the villains in comedy movies whose laugh are like big HA HA HA HA ! See, I told you, it is so funny. I bet you're currently laughing right now. Since he was laughing his ass off a bit too much, he slump down on the floor and hugged his belly tightly. I know it h

One plate of meal that he cooked himself wasn't going to change the fact that he was a horrible person and that I hated him. So, why was I pleased with him laughing? I shouldn't care. Besides, a laughing Zayne was equally as dangerous. I could totally picture myself getting sucked in by that smile. You could tell it never happened when you heard his laughter or saw it. You're so in awe and you reach out wanting to keep the smile on or to hold on to it in any way possible and before you realized it, you've been sucked in and captured all over again. Who knew? His laughter might just be another trick. He was a psychopath afterall. They were great at faking all the emotions they didn't possess.

, he asked, giving me a toothless smile. I kept quiet, almost grimacing, but knowing the change of attitude he would give to me if I suddenly misbehave, I decided to keep calm. "Baby girl?, Don't tell me you are keeping silence on me", I could feel the hardening of his tone, beneath the cool and smiley face. He's a psychopath, I gritted my teeth. "It's Sunday", I replied calmly, hiding the fact that I was fucking enraged. He threw his head back and began laughing hysterically, with his both hands thrown behind the couch.

He sounds agitated but, rather than feel uncomfortable, Lenny is struggling to muffle her chuckles but, she can’t hide it and he notices; “Are you laughing?”, he asks with a glint of amusement in his eyes. She’s shaking her head no but, it’s obvious that she is. He chuckles and asks; “What kind of shitty therapist laughs at her patient?”, he’s feigning that he’s offended but his face betrays him, and breaks out in a smile too.

She laughs outrageously as she pulls the plastic, transparent shower curtain out of its holder without conscience. She hummed melodiously as she approaches the corpse in it's pool of blood. “This room stinks of sluttery....” Rachel pinches her nose and squeezes her face in disgust. “ooh...I forgot it's you bitch...hahaha....in your next life,you stay away from MY husband” That remains the most appropriate time to make jokes because only then is the joke funny. She places the shower curtain on the floor and arranges it as if she was making a bed.

He could at least try to act like he cared. After staring at me for a while, he burst out in laughter. "Hahahahahahahaha!" He laughed ecstatically, "That's a good one right there! You almost had me for a second" he said as he wiped a tear drop from his left eye, smiling like he was high on some narcotic substance. He stared at me while smiling and noticed that I wasn't laughing. Hell, I wasn't even smiling at all.

He's laughing so hard he has to press his hand against his mouth to contain it, his shoulders shaking. It’s not a happy laugh, It's the sound of someone who's finally snapped, who's seen one manipulation too many and can't process it anymore except through hysteria. Everyone stares at him like he's lost his mind. Maybe he has. "This is fucking hilarious." Gray says through his laughter, rubbing the rim of his champagne glass. "GRAYSON!" Edward bellows, his face turning red.

I spat with loathsomeness. He smiled, then frowned, chuckled and started laughing. Low at first. Then manically. “What's funny. You crazy thing.” I furrowed my brows. But he didn't stop. His pupils are shrinking. He's cackling, despicable, eerily and my fear spiked. “Stop it.” I warned. He was making me angry as hell. I could feel my hatred burning heatedly inside of me wanting to burst. He kept on laughing. Now like a hyena, hysterically. I screamed.