Sadistic Psychopath Novels & Stories

"Does his cock reach deeper than mine ever could? I bet you moan like a bitch in heat for him now.” My stomach turned. This psychopath was actually getting aroused by this. I could hear the sick excitement in his voice. “Jasper...” “Tell me,” he cut in, voice dropping into something darker and nastier. “Does he knot you? Does he fill that pregnant pussy until you’re leaking his cum for days?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. This man needed professional help and possibly holy water.

And now, with nothing left to lose, the psychopath inside him had fully emerged. His voice slithered through the speaker, slow and deliberate, “And do you know how I’ll kill you, Belladonna?” My stomach twisted violently. His grin stretched wider, his voice dripping with sick amusement. “First,” he murmured, “I’ll carve open that stomach of yours, pull your child out, and kill it.” I choked on a breath. He let out a soft sigh, as if savoring the thought. “Then, I’ll cut it into pieces—right in front of you.”

I said sassily to myself, walking towards the vanity to take out a shirt and wrap it around my arm. I grunted in pain, holding the arm close to my chest. "Such a bitch," I muttered to myself. Well you're whiny. "Ugh, I am you, dimwit." I turned towards the two hellhounds watching me with confused stares. I gave them a reassuring smile. "I'm good, I promise. I got this." I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. The perfect reality for a psychopathic maniac who hated me wasn't hard. I just had to make it sadistic enough and then I was done.

“Right, Stematography.” “You’re not even sure of the concept,” I parrot. “Tristan… sorry, he-who’s-dead to me is unstable. He’s a sociopath with antisocial disorder. Of course, he has a pattern. Even Dahmer had a pattern.” “We’ve searched every hidden place,” Damon completely ignores my protests and ambles to the center of the room. “What do you see in plain sight?” “I see your stupidity.” “No, I mean plain sight,” he says, popping the ‘P.’

She immediately clicked the site and read through it. "The most serial killer traits are: Lack of Empathy, Lack of Remorse, Impulsivity, Grandiosity, Narcissism, Superficial Charm, Manipulation, Addictive Personality, Lust for Power, Sensation Seeking, The Macdonald Triad" she read through and with a disturbed look she raised her head from her laptop. "Lack of Empathy?" Her voice trailed. She tried imagining how Stephanie was, with the little time she got to know Stephanie, she wanted to check if her characteristics match these ones on G****e.

He had seen me cry so much in the past few days, I can't let it happen again. “He is simply psychopathic.” “What did you say?’’

My heart pounded, but I refused to look away. “It’s nothing personal, Becker. It never was,” he said, laughing—a low, almost sadistic sound—as he licked his lips, like he was savoring every second of the moment. “I actually liked you…” His dark eyes gleamed with something sick. “I even thought we could’ve had something more… intimate, you know?” Nausea churned in my throat, and my fingers trembled, but I didn’t back down. “I’d never have anything with you,” I said through gritted teeth, anger burning inside me. “You’re nothing but a psychopathic kidnapper.”

They were puppets to the rogues. "They've lost their minds," Adam muttered. "They might have a mental disorder. Some people are obsessed with something to the point of being psychopaths. They fall into that category. Whether they're obsessed with blood, torture, or dolls. But certainly, they are crazy people who should be exterminated, ah no, isn't the term crazy people too good for them? They are trash. Garbage that should be thrown in the trash." Adam looked surprised by my words, but seconds later one corner of his lips tugged upwards. "Luna, you're right."

Dita said while looking at her empty cupboard. "I did it," Deg, that voice? Dita quickly turned around to confirm the person, and sure enough, it was Radya the psychopath. "Crazy guy? Uh, I mean, you?" "Yes, I did all this," said Radya, he leaned against the door of Dita's room with his chest crossed. "Why, on what basis did you do this?" Dita couldn't understand this guy. Radya walked towards Dita with a smirk that made Dita retreat slowly and finally stuck to the wall.