Can A Psychopath Love Novels & Stories

But I quickly looked away so I won't feel anything about him again. I admit that I'm still in love with him again. And it's the very reason why despite him cheating on me, I choose to stay rather than breaking up with him. Being the topic of the gossip was just an excuse. Hell, I don't even care about other people's opinions! Call me a fool and whatever, but I thought it was better to just let him hurt me until I become exhausted and drained that every piece of me will be the one to complain, and give up than let him go while I knew my heart was still aching for him. I was a hypocrite for saying I was no masochist. Because, clearly, I was.

he makes a mocking face as if disgusted by the idea of a mate. “He didn’t give a shit about her.” I challenge him. I don’t care how many times people try to convince me my father cared about my mother. You don’t treat someone you love the way he treated her. It’s not some messed-up form of love, it’s a psychopath with a mate bond. And the only reason her death affected him was because she was the only proof that he had ever had a soul. And it died with her.

"She is a wisp of smoke in the fires of eternity, not a slow burning ember as I" Child or not, he felt joy for the first time since he'd lost Sil, and it felt strangely like infidelity. How dare he even dream of another woman, even entertain the inkling of the possibility of companionship. His soulmate, his dear, perfect girl had disappeared without a trace. He was to blame, he and his his misguided, naive decisions to work magic he did not understand. It had seemed so innocent, so perfect. He had greatly underestimated its power, how its tendrils would infect the very core of his being. He had lost everything. Even his Immortal soul, safely contained outside his body, had become foreign t

“If the person who committed such an atrocity suffers the same fate, will it make you feel better?” “Such inhumanity... cruelty,” she continued to whisper through sobs, turning away from the outside world. - I hate people... God, how I hate them... “Lia,” placing his hot palms on her shoulders again, he moved her away and looked into her eyes. “I promise you, he will get what he deserves.” ***

He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement." "Guess you forgot to add that they are also pathological liars and lack empathy." I watched his jaw tighten and his dark chocolate brown eyes staring at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expressions but I sure as hell knew I'd said the right thing to tick him off. And why exactly was I finding pleasure by stepping on his foot? Just when I thought things had taken the wrong turn, his expressions mellowed. I decided to tease him further. "So which type of psychopath are you? Hannibal Lecter or Patr

But Lolita was just like her. “When you’ve completely lost touch with your own self-worth, your very identity, he convinces you that he’s the only one who could ever love someone so wretched. The love he first gave you is a high you remember, and like a junkie you keep doing the drug, waiting for that first rush again. But it never comes. Unfortunately, though, it’s too late. You’re hooked.” “He loved me,” I say pathetically. My doctor gives a sad, slow shake of his head. “Lolita, he was a psychopath. They don’t love.”

I nodded. "Then why are you wanting to die for what you've done? Even in a psychopath's mind, dying isn't an equal reaction to screwing up." "And you would know a psychopath's mind?" I rolled my eyes at her. She swept her hand out. Slapped me across the face with brutal casualness. The same one she'd stabbed with her spiked fingernails. "I told you not to speak down to me like that. And yes, I do know a psychopath's mind. Being a psychopath doesn't mean you're incapable of love. It just means you don't really care enough about others to give it a shot. I love a grand total of two people in this world. Other than myself."

How could she have persuaded him to do such a horrid thing? Sadly, she began to believe that it was love, something her dysphoria couldn't compete with. When he spoke about her, his eyes would light up like a full moon. Jade wished that she could convince him of the truth, that she'd never love him back. A sociopath isn't capable of loving other people.

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

She loved him. I knew she did. That’s what made everything worse. She was so in love with him that she took all the ill treatments for 4 whole years. Completely blind to reason, rather did more to make him like her too. When it was all impossible. Could a sociopath fall in love? Could he? Eliot was a sociopath. Diagnosed as early as 8 years old. A stupid crazy bastard that used everything and everyone to his advantage! He was unfit for anything. Unfit for her. For her love and attention!