Secrets Of A Psychopath Novels & Stories

She locked the door and leaned against it, violent sobs racking her body. After a while, her sobs slowly subsided and were replaced by a simmering rage. Memories began flooding her mind – Luke's gentle coaxing to share her company's 'secrets' and the reason for her 'success' in the business. His smile, his laughter, his eyes gleaming with interest. Everything was all a ruse. She recalled the day he'd asked about how she does it and how she'd openly shared every one of her strategies and plans. He'd given the same information to George in the video and pledged his loyalty.

Matteo Rodriguez I KNOW THINGS I don't want to know. Things that doesn't faze me anymore since I was six. Things that doesn't even scare me after it happened right in front of me. Things about different killers that I really don't want to know. A true psychopathic killer is not your ordinary garden-variety murderer. Not like a random guy who unloads his gun into a scared hapless liquor store clerk. Not like an insecure wife who murders her husband in cold-blood over a real or imagined affair. Not like a jealous man who bursts into his boss's office and blows his little head off.

She pressed some passcode somewhere around it, she could tell that she was pressing some passcode because of the sound it was making. “Do you want to know what is here? ‘Heather, 'she asked, emphasizing on the name. “It contains the list of all the crimes Oliver had committed and evidence. The asshole loves to keep a memo in order to give a pat on the back of his narcissistic self.” The woman said. “After you die, he is going to keep something on you as a memo that he succeeded in ruining you, he is a psychopathic bastard.” She was already feeling too dizzy, she was losing a lot of blood and the damn woman just kept on going on and on, she should keep shut and let her go to the other side in

"And why are your brothers psychopaths?" "Random facts on the internet, one day I read that most successful CEOs are psychopaths, just because they have the impulse to do what's necessary even if they hurt people along the way, also they're very good blending in with society." I laughed and give a deep demanding kiss, "So, your brothers can catch my stalker? Do you really believe it?" She was breathless when she answer my questions, "They're freakishly good at anything they set their mind to. Yeah, I think they can find your stalker."

I always thought and told myself, Father was exaggerating when it came to his younger brother but little did I know it was because he was despicable and totally crazy in the head. "Now, Lin my boy, I guess I could let you in on a little secret, eh? As it turns out, I got your kids too. Emily and Ethan yes?" "Why are you telling me this? I had guessed as much." "Well, there is fun to be had to see you squirm and worry while being absolutely helpless to stop their death," the psychopath replied, a twisted grin appearing on his already scarred face. "What are you talking about?" I asked through gritted teeth, my gaze sharpening.

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.

I stare back down at the single strip of paper and the pencil between my fingers as I tap the eraser against my chin. In my own experience, the word psychopath means I’m cursed. One that has no escape. When I first saw the word, my thoughts immediately went to my father. A man who mastered the art of disguise, becoming a wolf in sheep's clothing. Tears prick at my eyes, and I quickly blink them away. I can't show weakness; not here, not now. It will only fuel them more.

God, it would be so fucking pathetic, and the hunter (me), would become the crushed prey Damnit, why didn't I secretly recorded him last night, so that I can blackmail him if he rejects me I thought to myself, and rubbed my forehead with my right palm, but when I think it through again, it made my eyes widen, cause I actually sounded like some kind of real psychopath for thinking that, a real psychopath that he always calls me, but why should I even care about being a psychopath or not, cause I literally don't know what to do anymore

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.

My chest bounced with the motion. His eyes locked on me, and the front of his pants had formed an unmistakable bulge. He cleared his throat, trying to hide it, but his heavy breathing and unrelenting stare betrayed him. I felt a flush of embarrassment, but underneath it was a guilty thrill: even after years of marriage, my body still held the power to tempt—just like before. I dared not imagine what it would feel like if he were to claim me with that wild, overwhelming intensity…