Novel & Cerita Are Psychopaths Capable Of Love

dead leaves rolling across the cobblestones were the only sounds to break the heavy silence that descended upon the square. Eleanorfeltherheartslowslightlybuttheadrenalinecontinuedtopulsethroughherveinsgivinghertheimpressionthattheworldaroundhervibratedwithastrangeenergy. Still frozen in place she gazed at the stranger like a statue etched in the shadows. She wanted to say something to thank him to ask questions but her voice was dry and her words stumbled between gratitude and fear. She was finally able to mutter a barely audible Thank you her voice shaking as she revealed the emotion that was consuming her. The man slowly turned his head in her direction and for the first time a portion o

Though there is no white that is not black and there is no black without white. We are too busy to follow the stigma, forget ourselves, wear masks to be accepted and deny all our feelings and in the end we forget ourselves and be shackled in pseudo happiness. Even though we will be happy if we can be ourselves and accept who we are. Love is very mysterious and difficult to understand. It came and went arbitrarily without our permission. Love turns us into dolls that are controlled arbitrarily. We cry and laugh because of it and sometimes we change into others just because of love.

He was interrogated. "No ... you don't love me ... I knew ..." He was answering himself. At her constant silence, he became angry again. He jerked off and started selling rumors and then her silence was finally broken. "Yes, no, I love you ... you know why??? Let me tell you? Why are you not capable of this? You are a savage beast that can be bitten and sold. But you are not a human being, I will never love you, I will never ... When I get a chance, I will run away, I will go away forever ... You heard ... I will run away from here, I will run away again and again. I will never accept your imprisonment ... "

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.

I spent so much time here with love and care and now it's going to be for them, it's just the matter of the time. Can't help but feel hatred toward our new partners. If they weren't so greedy so eager to buy my shares or if they didn't give an offer to my father wouldn't sell my share. Soon they left I was about to leave when my father calls me. I shiver at his tune. I stay where I was. Closing my eyes hoping it will end soon. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanks me back and then slaps me across my face. "I told you to behave but what did you do? You pretend to be sad and lost in your world all over again. How much attention do you need?" He punches me in my stomach and pushes me on t

“I just came across the article online….I’m sorry” I adjusted myself in my seat before asking carefully, “So… you think people like that aren’t capable of love?” “Yeah,” she answered honestly. “I think they’re just wild, pleasure driven people. They don’t really know how to love anyone only how to satisfy lust. To them, everyone eventually becomes an object.”

I hate you for what you've done to our family, but I still love you. "I love you, too," she admitted. When he shook his head, silently denying her words, she added, "I still have feelings. I may be a... what did you call me... a sociopathic serial killer, but I can still feel love. You were the son I always wanted and never had." He stared down at her. His face was set in stony lines, but his eyes were brittle. They shone with unshed tears. Tears for her. It moved her. She felt responding tears pool in her eyes and trickle down her face.

“Oh really? Men like you can't love people. You posseses, murder and take but you never love.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Yes, I was a monster and yes I was a killer but that didn't mean I wasn't capable of loving anyone. I didn't understand my feelings either but I knew it was definitely love. I had never felt this way before. “Then tell me what it is," I challenged, my voice rough with emotion. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again. “I don't know,” she whispered. “I just know you aren't capable of it,”

Damnit, and I know am so stupid, but I wished he could touch me for much longer, even if it meant I should get myself injured again. Does it sounds psychopathic, maybe, but I can't help craving more of his touch, even though I don't still know exactly why, but the reality was that no matter how much I craved I don't think he would ever touch me again if it wasn't necessary, so in the kinda sad end, all I could enjoy was the little smile he had on his face.