Can A Psychopath Love Novels & Stories

The man huffs a humorless laugh. “The family I work for … there is … eh … was three boys.” The pause on ‘was’ prickles goosebumps along my arms, leaving me wondering what happened. Another sigh rattles out of him, heavy enough to shake the glass. “Brothers,” the man insists. His voice grows colder, heavier. “Living proof that psychopathy is genetic.” He’s got me all curious. “The youngest one … he was a real good guy. Straight shooter. A lover, not a fighter.” His mouth twitches, as though the memory still tastes sweet and sour at the same time.

But I have those scars, in my heart. “Why are you telling me this?” He managed to speak. “Because no matter how big of a monster you are… no one was ever scared of you.” I smiled looking at him, however he wasn’t smiling. “The next day, I came back to you… with a happy smile on my face, like my mother treated me as a princess…” And he was dumb enough to believe that smile. “I have forever been the kind to hurt you, but it won’t subside the love I have for you…” He is a psychopath, but guess what I am, the greater evil, I took it from my mother.

"I love her. I would never—" "Love?" Alex laughs, and it sounds half-crazed. His eyes are wide now, almost feverish. "Cade, you're a psychopath. You literally just murdered two people and you're about to murder me, and you think you're capable of love? The only thing you feel is possession. Ownership. You don't love Quinn. You want to own her. Control her. Keep her like a toy you're afraid someone else will take." "No." I'm backing away now, shaking my head. "No, that's not—I feel everything for her. Everything."

I knew she wanted me away from her sweetheart, but that was a far play. "What do you mean?" "Nice question; he has ASPD and he isn't capable of empathy, love, or remorse. A master manipulator at its call, he will stop at nothing to get what he wants, and that is to break you. Who knows if you have been rude to him in the past?"

"I don't need to. That person who took care of me, that person who spoke to me. Everything he does is a sign he isn't a psychopath! A psychopath lacks empathy and doesn't feel remorse. They lack conscience and guilt and refuse to take responsibility for their actions. That is no Jax." He's not a psychopath. I wouldn't blame him for turning into one if everyone throughout his life labelled him as one. "So you're saying the doctors his parents paid for were wrong?" Chase laughs. "Let me give you a scenario." I think about it and try to find one that shows that Jax isn't that. "A psychopath is the sort to want something, demand it is given to them. Then, when it's not, they will hurt the person

The excitement from earlier faded, replaced by something sharper, something more thoughtful, like he was finally looking past the surface of what I had said. Then he leaned back slowly and let out a breath. “You’re a psychopath, son.” I almost smiled. “That’s a bit dramatic,” I replied calmly. “No,” he said, shaking his head, his tone firm now, “what’s dramatic is thinking this… whatever this is… will earn you her love.” That made me pause for a second, not because I didn’t expect it, but because of how directly he said it. Most people would circle around it, soften it, pretend this was something else.

“If you’re sorry, just let me go.” “You know I can’t do that. You know I’ll never let you go. You know I’ll do terrible things to you—because I know it’ll hurt him the most. Your husband is my greatest adversary. We have a love-hate relationship. He encroaches on my turf, kills my brother, and doesn’t keep his word…but I also respect him. He’s a good opponent. I suspect he’ll be an even better opponent now that this is happening.” This guy was a psychopath. “I’m sure Hades will give you whatever you want if you let me go.”

“He will not. Trust me, he is Sophie's father, and the only man who loves me.” “No, Blair, that’s not love, it’s the kind of deranged obsession that rots a man from the inside out. Don’t let that psychopath manipulate you. He has a wife and a child, and still fixates on you like you’re something he owns. Please, tell me where Sophie is. Let me take you both home. Choose me, Blair. I love you.” He cradles my face, and before I can react, his lips are on mine.

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

His emotions just changed like silence and the storm. A lunatic laughter echoed in the whole room as I just remained shocked watching his sudden change in emotions. I knew he is a psychopath... but to this extent!!! ' HE DOESN'T KNOW LIMITS... he is an assasin. he can't see or feel anything other than pure contentment after killing innocent lives!!? ' An inner voice boomed inside my head. yeah true. "I loved my WH*RE fiesty.... so are you now!!!" he bent till my level and tried to lent me his hand so that I could stand up and balance myself.