Novel & Cerita Can A Psychopath Love

“I’m not justifying anything. I’m reminding you of what we had. What we could have again if you’d just let yourself feel it. All this anger, this hatred—it’s passion, Kiara. And passion doesn’t just disappear.” Kiara stepped closer to the table, her hands trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. “You think this is passion?” she hissed. “You think threatening my life, manipulating me, and destroying my trust is some twisted form of love?” He didn’t flinch. “I think it’s proof that I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.” “You’re disgusting,” she spat. “And you’re stunning,” he countered, his voice low and smooth. “Even now, with fire in your eyes and venom in your voice, you’re the most

He instantly shook his head and kept his head on my thighs again, "No, no, we won't get rid of the baby! I can't live without you!" One thing I have realised by now is that his traumatic childhood had made him like this. I partially felt pity for this man. The reason he lost his mother gave him a life-long mental issue and he was scared of having children through his loved ones. In that sense, that loved one was me. So, it's safe to say that he would not hurt me, not at least when I am obliging him. However, still I needed to maintain my guard around him because no matter what, he was a psychopath and there was no logical way his brain could function.

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed. The End.

I stood up from the bed and faced him. "What you said is a psychological illness not love. It is called Stockholm syndrome. It is a disease. It happens when a hostage starts to feel a bond with the kidnapper and feels like it is love. I have seen few cases like this but you know what the truth is, they all got cured after treatment. And their abusers went to jail and they stopped feeling the love as well. And I am not that weak." I said and he raised an eyebrow asking if I am challenging him or what?

I hugged my knees tighter and whispered, barely audible: “…I want to go home. If you truly care about me like you say you do, you’ll choose my happiness, right? I love Mitch… you don’t understand. I don’t fully understand it either. I may be hurt, but somewhere deep down, I know he still loves me.” “Lena!!!” He yelled so loudly I flinched. He paused, then sighed in exhaustion. His face suddenly went blank. I regretted it instantly. *He’s a psychopath. What if he kills me now and rapes my corpse?*

“The only thing that man loves more than himself is this pack and the power. He woudnt let her destroy that.” “Maybe she’ll kill him after he does what she wants.” I muttered, my mind completely blank. This is what happens when you’re dealing with a psychopath. I can’t believe I ever thought I was anything like her. I’m not a saint. But I’m definitely not a psychotic killer like her either.

This is a living nightmare. Liam has no idea how much I’m starting to hate him. He's a sociopath, so obsessed with power and control to the point that he really believes he owns me body and soul. God, how did I ever fall in love with a man like this? But to be fair, he warned me. He told me not to fall in love with him, that he wasn’t built for it, that he’d only end up hurting me. I didn’t listen, though. I thought I could handle it. I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d be the exception, the one to change him.

She shook the ice inside it for a bit, before she drowned down everything in one gulp and slammed the glass back on the table. “Let’s not make this about me. No matter what happens, he’d never consider me as a wife.” “And I hear psychopaths can fall in love too. It may be rare but it’s not toally impossible.” “I say we should try this to find out. If it doesn’t work, I’ll just be getting rid of my sister and it’d cost you nothing since he wouldn’t know who did it.” “If it does work, then we’d both be gaining something out of it. It’s worth a try, don’t you think so?”

he said "he cheated on me" the accusation even though he didn't have a close affair with another man at all and he wasn't loyal to me but why are you still afraid that he's cheating? Has the love I had turned into an obsession? I don't know that, what's clear is that I really don't want Lia to be with another man. If that happens, I'll just kill Lia so that no man can have her. Lia is only for me and will always be mine forever.

Victim . . . . She was beginning to feel like a victim once again at the hands of Shehryaar. She couldn't believe how much Shehryaar displayed such heartlessness. Did the man hold no sense of empathy or a moral compass? He was proving to be every bit the psychopath that Anissa thought. For Anissa, love wasn't one of the criteria for marriage—she always thought that marriage should be based on honesty and mutual understanding and what Shehryaar was offering were only lies and deceit.