Novel & Cerita Can A Psychopath Love

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“To make my wolf as strong and brutal as possible. Wolves born too soon are often feral, psychopaths. Couple that with a psychopathic human and you have the perfect killing machine.” “You’re not a psychopath.” “Do you think so? I have killed many people. More than I can even count…and I don’t feel guilty about a single one of them.” “But you can feel love, can’t you? You love Sebastian, you were sad about Mario dying.” Mute he just nodded at me. “I don’t know much about these things, but as I understand it, psychopaths don’t really have deep emotions.” He smiled at me. “Glover and Missus Lowry tried to…minimise the damage my father did. They loved me, practically raised me. They’re the only

Jace tried to comfort her. "You are sick! This is not love. Love is all about choice, consent, and respect, but that is different from what you are doing! You can't force someone to be with you, Jace. Ethan is the only man that I have ever loved and will continue to," she suddenly raged at him again, hating that he was acting so nice when he just slapped her. 'What a psychopath.'

“My girlfriend? Do you believe in love?” The question caught me off guard. Strange hearing someone like him speak so casually about feelings that pure. “Aren’t you a psychiatrist? We’re the people who believe in love the most. That invisible glowing thread connecting two hearts.” A quiet sigh left him as his head tilted slightly. “We believe in it. We also believe most psychological disorders are caused by love.” Something bitter lingered beneath his tone. Like love had wrecked him once. And no, I didn’t think Sarah was the reason. Not even his ex-wife.

Czar suggested. "I don't feel any emotional attachment to him for being my captor. At least not as far as I know." She caught her mouth. "What if I'm exhibiting signs of psychopathy?" "That's too much, considering your behavior I've observed so far." "Sociopathy then?" "I'm not a psychiatrist. But I can call one." "Thank you. I'm worried about my own behavior." "I'm sure it's not either of that."

Or else why would she share something that she has not shared with anyone else? I wish I could see her tomorrow 13 November 2010 ‘What do you do when the person you love the most loves someone else? Do you stop loving that person? Or do you love that person even more? It’s the latter for me.’ Ragini called me yesterday. I wish she hadn’t and I wish yesterday didn’t exist. I have never been inclined to meet any of Ragini’s friends and she had never asked. But when she called me and pestered me to meet a friend of hers, I knew I had competition. The person had to be really special. Even before I met him, I had only contempt in my heart for him.

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.

Or if it is all an act to appear human. I think that’s a very important fact to know about a man. And what a relationship to him would entail. I mean, I know he can be a controlling bastard and overwhelmingly aggressive and hostile. He dishes out punishments and biting, wounding words without a thought. I know nothing about the psyche or behaviours of such people or what is normal for them. I may have to g****e ‘how do I know if my lover is a psychopath?’ to get some sort of clue on this.

“Perhaps he fucked up and being stranded naked out in the middle of nowhere was a way to kill him off.” I realized that I didn’t like the thought of him being in danger. Although he didn’t seem worried… “Perhaps he’s a sociopath,” I wondered out loud. “They have a hard time relating to other peoples’ feelings, but unlike psychopaths, they do have the ability to make deep, meaningful connections, meaning they can feel love and sympathy and stuff like that.” And I was telling myself this, because---? Well, I wasn’t quite sure. Did Zane strike me as a sociopath? Like someone who could jump me and slice my throat without missing a single night’s sleep over it?

“You’re just like him, your father. Created in his fucking image and likeness.” I roll my eyes, already tired of this conversation. Same shit, different day. “Why do you love me, then?” I ask, genuinely curious. “Why are you still fighting for us?” She lets out a breathless laugh. “To be honest?” Her lips quiver. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m in love with a sociopath.” She rubs her temples. “It’s a fucking conundrum.” I smirk. “Oh, so now you’re being indecisive?”