I'm Dating A Psychopath Novels & Stories

My senior told me earlier that I need to have this contract or else our big investor, which is her company, is pulling off their share which is supposedly the funds that we’re using in our research if we didn’t present another psychology Doctor to handle his son. My hard work will go to waste if that would happen so I immediately agreed, that there is nothing to lose. After all, I can consider my client as one of my test subjects. And I can be with her, sounds illegal because I’m already in a knot, but who knows when affection strikes at a man’s, manhood. I came to DV’s fashion company to meet the parent of my client excitedly. According to my information paper, my client is a six-year-old b

“A hint? It could be posted on a billboard, and he still wouldn’t read it.” She smirked as she grabbed the produce and assembled it on the pizzas before she added a sprinkling of different cheeses. “What did he say?” “Threatened me to leave Theo. Said it would be worse if I didn’t. You know, a bunch of bullshit.” “Don’t stress about it,” she said. “Theo will handle it.” “I know. I just wish he didn’t have to.” It was my problem. I’d fallen in love with a psychopath. His good looks and the sex masked the truth. When I’d signed our marriage certificate, I didn’t realize I’d signed a deal with the devil.

I asked, smiling as I twirled my hair. “No. If you had, I’d have been disappointed. I mean, someone Dante went above and beyond not to kill? I’d have hated it if you were mediocre,” he replied, and I smiled, winking at him. “Well, I mean, I am a psychopath.” I was going to own it. It was who I was, anyway. There was silence on the other end, and the man didn’t say anything. He’d probably left the room. He didn’t turn off the light, so maybe he was just watching me. Either way, I didn’t care. I was fine with that.

For some reason, I thought he actually cared about the way I felt or how worried he was because I was stabbed but this Psychopath was busy thinking of having his child with me! "Are we still facing on this issue Tyson? I'm not getting you a child!" I slammed heavily and my head pounded in pains. I'm still trying to recover but this psychopath won't let me breath. "We are not dancing Zenevieva, I'm judging on who takes this dance and that's my final conclusion. We are having a baby soon, shut the fuck up; get better faster and give me what I want!" I slapped him so hard across the cheeks and he scoffed.

If someone asked me for advice, I would first tell them never to date a guy with a psycho possessive ex. Second, I would tell them not to let their best friend date their brother. It’s just gross. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them that they’ve found love, but the displays of affection are starting to seriously disgust me.

"What if he turns out to be a psychopath?" Tension grew in the room as Céline didn't want to continue with the conversation anymore. She was sure Damien was not a psychopath and would not turn out to be one. Yes, he had a few mood swings once in a while but it was not a big deal. He loved her and would never hurt her. "You met him aunt, did he look like a psychopath to you?" Céline said through clenched teeth. "Céline you never know how much a person changes when they are in a marriage."

"Rebecca, talk to me. You're not dumb!" "I meant, I don't want you to take me right here. I'm already feeling cold and uncomfortable. I'd like to just bath. We can do it on the bed, please don't hurt me." I said, struggling to keep my voice from breaking. He took in a deep breath, his expression softened again. Adam had officially turned into a psychopath. "Why would I hurt you? You're my wife and I love you. I shouldn't have done what I did earlier but, please don't keep thinking about me like that. Erase what had happened from your memory. I'll never hurt you. I've just been stressed lately."

“I bet your bitch can call you by your first name. Let me guess, she’s a beta female too and probably high-ranking as well.” “No, she can’t. You are overreacting.” He states, crossing his chest. “I’m overreacting? Are you serious right now? You went on a date with another she-wolf when you have a fated mate. I get you don’t want me. I know you are stuck with me. I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry I didn’t turn out to be a typical breeder you can fuck, get pregnant, and discard. However, that doesn't mean you can go around on dates and fucking whoever you want. I’m not a fucking breeder. I’m your fated mate.”

I said, genuinely admitting to my confusion. "What am I saying is that I am not a fucking psychopath. Maya is carrying my child and she is my mate, I have no reason to treat her badly" he said and I understood what he was saying now. He wasn't the psychopath, Alpha Felix was.

He looked me over, his eyes lingering on my now half-exposed breasts. "Don't worry though, if you end up bleeding to death, I'll just throw your body into the sea. Of course, after I fuck your perfect gorgeous body." I winced at the crudeness of his words. He really was a psychopath. Who talked about raping a dead body like it was a recipe they were discussing? "You're sick in the head," I spat, and the man just grinned. "You're not the first one to tell me that, sweetness. I've always been sick in the head. Tell me something new," he shrugged nonchalantly.