Am I Psychopath Mga Nobela at Kwento

He attacks me suddenly as he glares at me. "Help what?" I ask. "Speak? Some people call me a talking parrot." "You provoke every man who crosses your path", he cuts me off, "you tempt him, you come on to him and that, dear Leah, is not right." "I'm not your darling", I object annoyed. "And in the first place, I have done what you have asked me to!" "Did you enjoy dancing for him?" he asks angrily. "Tell me!" "But what the hell is wrong with you?", I huff skeptically and completely bewildered. "In addition to being a psychopath, do you also suffer from a personality disorder?"

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

Not a laugh exactly, it was more like his brain genuinely didn’t know which emotion to pick anymore. “You’re insulting me?” he asked incredulously. “I’m surviving.” That finally made something crack. A sharp snort escaped him before he caught it and honestly the surprise on his own face almost made me laugh too. Oh my God. The psychopath was malfunctioning. I kept going immediately before he recovered. “And another thing,” I added while gesturing vaguely toward him, “you’re ruining your intimidation factor.” His brows lifted slowly. “How?” “Too much chaos,” I answered seriously. “You need mystery. Emotional restraint. Dangerous silence. Right now you’re acting like a horny Disney villain wit

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

She replied pretending to be ignorant of what Carolina meant. "Elena, he is a fucking psychopath. A deadly criminal for that matter. He is dangerous." Carolina stated almost as if checking if Elena had probably forgotten those facts about the guy. "Yes, and he has psychological issues. He is still a patient and he deserves to be treated." Elena just earned a dead stare from Carolina who looked at her as if she was missing her head.

Richard slept on the couch while Temi and Esther had gone up to Temi's room. “What about your condition?” Ire asked in a gentle tone. He had told no one else but studied everything that had to do with psychopaths with Alpha and Dr Adams. “There is no cure. It is the way I am and I will have to live this way. I will consciously do the right thing even if I'm tempted to make wrong right.” “Sounds recited.” “It is.” They sat beside each other with a wide smile. The peaceful state of the house was soothing. “Ire?”

"Where do you think you are? Do you think this is a place of constructive criticism and golden stars for participation? I'm not a good man, Six. It would serve you well to remember that." He went back to eating as my stomach twisted and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. Yes, I had my violent side, but it was never that bad. Was it? I shook my head. No, no damn way. Amadeo was a psychopath. I'm going to die if I stay with him. "Six?” I stared up at him. Amadeo had that look in his eyes again, like he could pounce at any moment and I'd be done for. Instead of answering him, I just waited.

I turned away from him and was about to leave when he spoke again. "Are your claims regarding Sierra true?" When I turned to face him, he had a sad expression on his face. But I doubt he's truly experiencing it; he's a psychopath as well as a schizo. I sighed. "You already know the truth, Archer." The final things I said to him before leaving

I shut my eyes, moaning at the delicious sensation his fingertips were offering. “Trust me, pet. I have no reason to. I mean, why would I?” he continued gently, making perfect sense. “Why on earth would I take out an entire pack and cover it up like nothing happened? I don't go around killing people for no just cause. I'm not a menace.” “But you're a psychopath. You don't need a reason to do bad things. The world is practically in your fingertips, and you don't care about what is right.”

“If he hadn’t had that plan I wouldn't find out the kind of person you are , I wouldn’t know what you are.” “And what’s that?” “I don’t know, What do you call a person who can’t feel? Who fakes it? A psychopath? A sociopath?” I shrug, He blinks, his expression unchanged. Ice shoots down my veins. I stumbled on it, but I think I’m right. I’ve had a lot of time to think. A man who used me and put me away when he was done, neatly, like any of his games. A man with no close relationships, no friends, no interactions except for business.