Are Psychopaths Capable Of Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She is his to break, his to hate, and to love. "Love." a smirk tugs on his lips as he leans down giving her a last lingering kiss on her lips. What would a psychopath’s love be called? More ever it will drag you to the depth of hells and make you wish you'd never met him. His hands gently caressing her waist relishing in the softness of her skin, the irony of those same hands killing people's life with cruelty making them bankrupt, destroying their reputations until they are on streets. He likes to see their eyes dead, hollow, with no emotions just a heart pumping blood in the veins.

I still have too much curiosity for my own good. Kohl looks at me for a few extended moments before saying, "So... it's true that you cannot feel good emotion? That you cannot love?" He then gives a headshake. We cannot feel emotional pain, and that is all related to our inability to love. You are correct that we are incapable of feeling love; the idea is alien to us, which is why we are unable to mate and why we are capable of such ruthlessness. I have never felt love, either toward my parents or any other girl, and I never will. It is what makes us such excellent rulers.

Because I’m most certainly the last person on earth she could ever fall for. On one hand she despises my very soul after everything I’ve just put her through; and I have a feeling that I will keep screwing with her because I know myself too damn much, and on the other hand I’m not the kind of man that a girl like her should ever think about falling in love with. Because I will only end up breaking her heart and hurting her more than anyone else in this world. It’s just who I am. And no matter how much I claim I can change, one thing remains. I’m still a psychopath and that is a characteristic I can never get rid of.

"But can an artificial being like myself truly experience such a profound emotion?" Dr. Westwood's voice carried a tenderness that mirrored his affection for his creation. "Love knows no boundaries, Aurora. Your ability to feel, to empathize, and to forge meaningful connections makes you capable of experiencing love in its purest form. It is a testament to the profound nature of your existence." The realization filled Aurora's synthesized heart with a warmth she couldn't explain. As she gazed into Dr. Westwood's eyes, she understood that love was not limited to the organic.

“Oh sweetheart… let me clear something up. I'm the one who tipped off the cops, so it's actually very funny you thinking I love you.” My stomach twisted. His expression didn’t change. Then he smirked. Everything stopped. My heart ached painfully at his words. "What… Brad, what are you talking about? Please tell me it's a joke." He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You didn’t honestly think I could fall in love with a psychopath like you." My legs instantly felt weak. I was crying uncontrollably. "Brad, no… why… why would you do this to me? I thought—"

What is wrong in loving Shayne? Is it because she has extra-ordinary power no other women have? What is wrong in having extra-ordinary power? Did she used her power in evil? Is she bad? Some men even used to love prostitute and drug addicts. Some men fall in love with vampires and werewolves. His mother loved his father who is lazy, alcoholic and punch her once drunk Then why he cannot love Shayne no matter what or who she is?

he mocks. “You do realise that sounds exactly like something she’d do, right?” I deadpan. He stiffens as his eyes blow wide, “She fucking well better not, I don’t want an animai. I learned the hard way; love is a load of shit. It’s like that drug humans take for cancer, what is it called? Chamo… chemotherapy! That’s it. You take this drug that’s meant to save your life, but while it’s supposedly doing that it’s eating away at every good cell and making you sicker and sicker until you either die or miraculously, manage to survive. Love is a poison and slowly it’s just going to eat away at you until there’s nothing left,” he says bitterly. You don’t become this bitter unless you truly were in

There can never be anything between you and her. But he knew that already, she was only a child and he was a withered old soul. He saw her as a child because compared to him, he had lived miserably for a thousands years and is looking for a way out. He was incapable of emotions and has not felt a thing for anyone since he lost the only woman he's ever loved. Beautiful Sil, with her plum red lips and her bubbly giggles that I couldn't seem to get enough of.

I asked with a raised eyebrow. Stupid Cara, he killed his sister, how you expect him to be able to love. Ugh - I am just trying to read him. If i have to escape his trap, i have to understand him, which is apparently so damn hard. I don't think he even understands himself. He shook his head, his tone taking a more serious shade as he talked, "Love is a weakness - a liability, and i can't accept that in my life." "You see that's the difference between me and you." He added, "Love is why you are here, love is what's going to destroy you, that love you have is what gives me power over you, what's going to help me get what i want."

he ordered, choosing to sit on the chair next to the bed so he could watch me eyeball to eyeball. "Do you have feelings for the psychopath?" he started. "Tell me the truth. It's going to be disastrous if I find out myself." "I don't know who you are referring to," I lied to him. Why would he label Damon as a psychopath when he was much worse than that? "I'll let this slide. I'm talking about Damon. Answer the question and don't avert your gaze," he commanded. Rolling my eyes in my head, I gave him the most honest answer. "I think I still do. The first love never fades away from the heart, does it?"