Sadistic Psychopath Novels & Stories

he says and I looked at him confused. "What?! Dante this is Isabella. You two loved each other. You adored her" I tell him. It is his drunk mind talking. "I can't love anyone. I am a sociopath,I am mentally ill,I have ASPD. I was diagnosed with this as child. I hate people, people make me sick, that is how I programmed to be. I am not a good person,I don't deserve love" he says taking another swing of the whiskey. "Okay that is enough " I tell him and take it from his hand.

His body was bleeding, and the photos were very bloody. “F*ck!” Jack’s gaze became very cold. However, all the torturers had to have a sin value of more than 60, such as thieves, fighting, and so on. These people usually did not have a sin value of more than 60. For this kind of abuse of a tramp, the sin value would rarely exceed 60. Of course, if the cruelty was extreme and the psychopathy was extreme, it would be different.

He asked as he leaned away from the wall. I caught sight of the pendant hanging off his neck and wanted to ask what it meant to him, but I refrained from doing so. "For someone who can have any woman he wants, you really do stress yourself over me." He sighed. "I don't know why, Balia." "You do," I replied, moving close to him. "You are a psychopath, and you derive pleasure in seeing me go through pain." "I have always identified as a sadist, you know?"

The estate gates disappear behind us as we merge onto the highway. "Have you ever heard of psychopaths?" His voice is low, dangerous. I roll my eyes. "Obviously." "And do you know what they do?" I hesitate, narrowing my eyes at him. "What’s your point?" "The worst of them will make you wish you’d ended up with a rogue," he murmurs. "Creative sadistic fuckers, those ones." A chill runs down my spine, though I refuse to show it. I don’t know what it is in his tone—the certainty, the calmness—but it unsettles me.

Successful psychopaths are not entirely good or bad, so you can get along with them as long as you have mental fortitude, this type tends to cause mental stress if you know what I mean. Erica Blanchet, has a specific trait of a charismatic psychopath, which is an egoistic personal style of self-promotion and prioritizing one's needs, she basically loves to put herself on a pedestal like most morally capable people, don't deny it, you were once a kid dreaming to be a superhero, a princess… or perhaps a comet (I'm particularly guilty of this one, don't ask why) if that was a viable option. The only difference is that you didn't force others to believe that you are indeed 'that' thing, or did y

I loved her, but she was crazy after you and that old hag give you that position which only I deserved. Aiden : ohh I didn't know, you should have told me that before at the time, you were my friend I would have given it to you but you. And about his daughter she was a psycho, she only knows how to give pain to others, she was a fucking sadistic person. Man : oh shut up you fucker, you are always there to fuck her, how can she be a sadist? Aiden : you don't know anything, so keep quiet. Just get the fuck away from my way.

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”

“Are you saying she’s a result from an experiment?” “Damien is a psychopath...all those bad guys. That’s what he is. He wanted to create the perfect and powerful mission. For decades, centuries even, we thought he wanted slaves for blood. But, no, it was more than just blood that he wanted. He wanted subjects. I’ve read every case file we had on him. The victims were either covered in scars, burns and all sorts of injuries. But we thought it was normal. We thought he tortured them. But by what means?”

For reasons I did not understand, reasons I was not ready for, I was laughing with this person. He was the most maddening person in the world. And being in here, he has made me tell him how I was feeling, and laugh with him. Ridiculous! This must be the second time I was laughing with him. As I realized this, I looked at him again, and I thought, 'What’s up with this one? Is he a psychopath? Is he... Like, what is it about him that can be so maddening and makes you laugh at the same time? Is he a psychopath? A narcissist? A master manipulator?

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?