Sadistic Psychopaths Novels & Stories

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."

Tiodor Lison sat at his office desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Yesterday’s events had made one thing clear: his victory was assured. On the monitor, he once again reviewed the report on Libia Musso. It detailed every time the young woman had seen a psychologist. He had needed some money to dig deeper into her file, but it only confirmed what he had already suspected. “Depressive disorders, anxiety, all due to a disorganized attachment in childhood,” he read aloud.

Sadistic psychopath. That's what she just called me. No one has labeled me as sadistic before. This is a first. Evil, arrogant, cocky... yes. But sadistic? No. Nevertheless, I'm impressed. I let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking my head. Then I shrug nonchalantly as I look ahead. "If that's what you choose to call me, baby..." I meet her eyes again and clarify, "Well, psychopath? Maybe. But sadistic? Nah. I was just stating facts. After all, I major in psychology." I wink, and she visibly grimaces.

I grazed my teeth with my tongue as I pondered about the connection that the attackers has. I don’t know how to make sense with it all. I find that the similarity between them two, to be so strange and broad. It makes the whole even more harder too understand. The more I get this clues, the more clueless that I get. I feel like I’m getting farther and farther away from knowing who my real enemy was. The links between my attackers are simple… they are psychopaths. That is the only thing I could describe them. The way they attack is different. They really had this thirst to kill. It’s almost like they want to kill me because they have this animalistic urge within them. that they had to satiate

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.

"You've been using seduction as an excuse to cover up for your disrespectful habit. Scarlett, the next time you go this deep into my problem, and start telling me impossible things I can't do, I promise you that I would kill you. You're fortunate this time, all thanks to your seduction change of topic. I'll let it slide, because I told you to learn seduction, but next time, you'll witness with your two blue eyes the reason for which I'm called a psychotic Alpha." "I'm sorry –" "Just shut up and sorry for your seduction and yourself. Despite my detestation, I don't slap women, I kill. I'm not killing you right now, I said I'll let it slide, but don't mate me slap you, because you can't surviv

As I said that, his eyes widened in disbelief. Werewolves were too easy. Give them a little bit of what they crave and pretend to protect what they protect and you'll have easy access to their worlds, and minds. You can then prey on it, use it, and destroy their psyche with what you've learned. As a psychopath, this pattern was what was most evident to me, and I gained stimuli or shall i say… the same effect of orgasm when I control people?

- What is the essence of this disorder? “I won’t give you a definition from a textbook; for that, turn to the know-it-all, Neil.” But if we speak in our language - not very smart ones - then this is something like a manifestation of the behavior of a typical freak. For example, my dyed pink hair, complete with church clothes, which may offend someone's tender feelings, or the fact that I dropped out of school. In general, I don’t meet any made-up standards. - But Neil doesn’t seem to have a problem with this?

“Good, that's good, because I derive pleasure in pain. You could call me a sadist-masochist.” I'm stunned. “A sadist-masochist?” The word comes out frightfully. Psychopath would be more fitting. That's the right word to describe men like him who derive pleasure in causing harm. Right? Except when I look at him, I don't see a psychopath. An arrogant bastard, maybe. He chuckles, a rich sound that comes from somewhere deep inside him. “You make me sound dangerous like a sociopath.” He pauses, lowering himself to sit on the chair facing me, crossing his legs. “I'm just drawn to pain. Giving it, receiving it.”

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".