Sadistic Psychopath Mga Nobela at Kwento

Why didn't I get caught despite all the killing? I got my answers when I met a member of a society that aimed to protect people with a psychopathic disorder. Yes, I have a psychopathic disorder. And that's why I always wanted to kill someone. Because I felt like I was going insane, I visited a psychiatrist. However, I was proven wrong about thinking that the voices in my head were driving me crazy. It turns out that what I am experiencing is not just an ordinary mental breakdown, but rather Psychopath Disorder. According to my doctor, this disorder is characterized by a loss of self-control, causing a person to act like an insane individual and kill someone without hesitation.

but he doesn't fucking stop talking, yes he was that wicked "And if you keep pissing me off, just remember I know how to hide a dead body" He finishes his fucking sentence, and pats my cheek with his cold hands, and it made my breath shakes, but...but I don't let him win, and I don't freaking want to give him satisfaction, pleasure, and make him smile wider, so I parted my already champ lips, and said the roght thing that popped into my head "Tell me, is being a fucking psychopath something you like, or something you do?" I asked him with a mixture of fear, anger and frustration in my voice, hoping it would make the damn smile disappear, but damnit, he only chuckled out as if to tell me that

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

Dylan shrugged, looking at Lucas contemptuously: "Why should I get out of this, I'm not like you Lucas. I feel very uncomfortable when I see your provocative eyes, and so I just want to immediately torture you and see the pain you have to endure.” When Lucas saw Dylan's menacing demeanor, he couldn't help but shiver because he was aware that Dylan was a psychopath capable of murder. He won't give up until he's satisfied with what he's accomplished for himself. Lucas had no intention of turning into a piece of meat and allowing Dylan to shape him in any way he saw fit.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

This man did unspeakable things to my wife…the woman I loved…the mother of my child. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands, rip out his eyeballs, and shove them up his ass. The longer I stared at him, the less I could resist the urge. Damien and I were outnumbered and we needed to use logic to talk ourselves out of this mess, but all I wanted to do was rip out Maddox’s throat and step on it. I continued to move toward him, lost in the blood lust that had taken control of my body. Maddox smiled like this was exactly what he wanted. His blue eyes were charismatic, and his boyish smile made him look innocent. He was a psychopath, using my hatred as fuel for his amusement. “You clean up good,

“But if it’s you doing it yourself, yes.” Shocked, I blinked at his answer. Now what, stupid? “Did you intentionally put the camera to record us?” “No. Why would I do that?” He breathed deeply and cleared his throat. “Look, I know it was a mess, and it looked dark and immoral. I was tempted by my weakness, and I watched it, but I never enjoyed watching us in that position while I was hurting you. Yes, maybe I’m a psycho, but it doesn’t give me satisfaction or pleasure to watch someone inflicting pain. In fact, it horrified me. I’m not into sadism. I don’t have a sadistic personality disorder. In fact, I just talked to my therapist, asking her if I’m that person.”

“ Spare that nonsense, old man. You and I know that is less that ten percent of why you did what you have done in the past few months since you entered into our lives.” “ You kmow, I have always heard of people who were tagged as sadists. I didn't think I would eventually have one in the cloak of a grandfather in-law.” “ You are self-centered, self absorbed and merciless. You, Michael Don Salvatore El, are one hell of a joy killer. You can't accept people having what you don't. It kills you. And you are the last person I want anywhere around me.” “ You either leave us alone, or I will make you.”

“Venum… shit.” Victor looked and cursed under his breath. “Fucking hell” Marcus shook his head in disbelief. “I never knew Geret would be this reckless. He’s been coming at you for years, but kidnapping your woman? I never thought he’d be stupid enough to try this route” Hunter’s eyes flashed dangerously. “He wants to get back at me for fucking his woman” he muttered, voice dripping with venom. The anger inside him was boiling uncontrollably. He felt it rise so sharply his fingertips trembled.

he actually started believing her words because they sounded very much true. "He also suffered from depression though he has recovered but still some deep scars are there on his mind ..... Sadistic personality disorder, it starts developing because of unfavorable events and in intention of seeking pleasure person can go to any extent while venting out his aggression so it's harmful for others ..... Because person can be really harmful and in case of Manik, his anger gets magnified with his pleasure".