Novel & Cerita Can A Psychopath Love

“We're deviating from the original topic here. Why won't you do it?” “I already told you, I don't want to be the reason why someone's family suffers or cries. I can't kill anyone. If I did, I won't be able to control my appetite again. I might go on a blood-sucking spree and you won't be safe around me. I'm sorry, but I can't. Case closed!” He said in a tone that indicated that he wasn't going to change his mind. Hadassah was quiet for a while, trying to think of a way to bypass him going on a ‘blood-sucking spree’

"Well..its simple..real love is indescribable... Psychologist say that once you're inlove, the things that mattered to you no longer make sense. And you can never pinpoint any actual reason why you actually love her. You fall more and more with everything and anything they do. When it's love, or infatuation, you'll have favourite things about them, perhaps body, money, physic, interaction or personality. True love doesent happen over night, its not deciecive and violent, its patient. Inhumanly patient. But that happens to be quite difficult to find in a generation filled with sex and money. Where morals have been raided and repaced with social standards. Where body count is more important

he said from the other end. “Can psychopaths even love?” I asked tiredly. “No, but Interestingly, psychopaths may still want to be loved even if they are almost incapable of truly loving another.An individual high on psychopathy could feel triggered in many social settings where their expectations go unmet. Like a casual gesture could be misunderstood by them, and this thing psychopath called love is not love, for them they just want to have people in their possession,” Mark said from the other end. “That's crazy,” I said. “Of course it is, that's why they are called psychopath, why are we even talking about it? It's creepy,” He said from the other end, and I smiled.

“Or even to last night. If you can love, is there anyone you love?” He didn’t flinch, didn’t break, his expression as blank as before. “I’ve loved and I’ve lost, but it doesn’t change who I am.” He could love. He had loved. But at the end of the day, he was still a sociopath. “You don’t miss that love?” I asked. I knew I did. “Don’t you ever crave affection? Have that skin crawling need to snuggle into the arms of someone you love?”

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.

“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—"

It happened often when we were younger, he would blatantly tell anyone who gets close to me that I was a psychopath, and then curious kids will come with questions… disturbing ones. It annoyed me a lot back then, because controlling myself was difficult, but now I have come to terms with things, and people’s mockery don’t bother me anymore. “You are right, I don’t have the ability to feel love or love someone.” I confessed. “But isn’t that the same for you, hopping from one girl to another, fucking a different one each time—I mean even I could do that. But it’s such a pity you couldn’t make it in for my wedding.”

She only sobs harder. “You should have been on my side!” Blake yells, pointing a shaky finger at her and I’m blown away when a tear tracks down his right cheek. He swipes at it angrily with the back of the hand holding the gun. “You should have fought for me but you didn’t.” His smile is bitter. “It was always him. You loved him more than you loved me and it was plain as fucking day.” A knot forms in my stomach. He’s a psychopath, I repeat to myself over and over again. I do not want to feel anything for him, least of all pity, but I can’t help it. Not when he looks too much like a hurt little boy.

Kai stepped aside, looking out the roof to floor window at nothing in particular. Kemi spoke carefully. “Elara, Kai shows many traits consistent with psychopathy. High on the checklist. He’s functional—very high-functioning—but the risks are real. Obsessive attachment, emotional detachment, impulsivity. I strongly suggest a specialist for proper evaluation and support, especially before the baby arrives.” Elara’s face paled. Her hand instinctively went to her bump. “I’m… married to a psychopath?” Her voice trembled. “What does that mean for me? For our child?”

He says with so much seriousness that my heart forgets to beat. He shuts his eyes and opens them. He looks weak and crowded with lots of emotions. " You know I will never hurt you. I love you too much to try." He says with lots of emotions. " Don't you care about your father? Is it even worth it?" I inquire. " Yes and yes." Jesus , he's obviously a psychopath. He needs to visit a therapist. I turn around and cross my arms. " I need a break , Gray." I bite my lip to stop me from crying. I made sure my voice doesn't fail me.