I'm Dating A Psychopath Novels & Stories

I raise my shoulders and let them fall, “Perhaps you go ask him as soon as he’s done cleaning the blood in his hands. Let’s hope he doesn’t have to re-clean because of your blood.” “Then why hasn’t he killed you?” she asks, swallowing hard. “Duh! Because he thinks it’d be more fun if he kills me when I begin to believe the absurdity that he wouldn’t,” I retort, pressing my lips together. Jane looks at me in disbelief, “Why do you think this way?” “I’m thinking in the perspective of a psychopath,” I say truthfully. I once read in a book that psychos think very differently. “A-Jun is no psychopath,” Jane argues, and I hiss.

I continued, my voice getting higher, "Niklaus Specter is clearly a PSYCHO! What kind of man asks for a second date after THAT disaster? He's probably a pervert! He's probably attracted to wild, crazy women because he has some weird fetish!" "Kels…" "What kind of man hears 'I smoke pot with children around' and thinks 'Yes, I'd like more of that'? A CRAZY man, that's who!" I was on a roll now. "He's probably dangerous. Unstable. Maybe he collects crazy women like some people collect stamps!" "You're being ridiculous…" "I'M being ridiculous? HE'S the one who wants a second date!" I pointed at nothing in particular. "Any normal person would have run screaming. But no, not Niklaus Specter. He p

He stared at me for two minutes straight like he couldn’t wrap his head around what I just said , he looked confused and concerned like he was already imagining what flowers he was going to bring to my funeral “ Its crazy “ he said finally cupping my face “ but you are right , as far as I’m concerned you are mine . I saw you first , and I staked my claim on you that very day , In all honesty I don’t want to let go of you either and now that you have put forth this deranged condition , I can’t do it anymore . Now , If that psychopath really comes in front of you and try to hurt you again , God forbid , she better get all her prayers stocked , because I’m so gonna ruin her life until she carve

AURORA “So tell me,” Andressa said, tilting her head slightly as she crossed one leg over the other on the table she had very comfortably claimed, “are you dating the professor or not?” I blinked at her frankness. “I hear he is hot,” Andressa added casually, like she was asking about the weather. “Not in this lifetime,” I said flatly, “or the next.” Her brows lifted slightly, clearly entertained. “He is a psychopath,” I added, my tone sharpening before I could stop myself. “And I really think he needs help.”

I asked with a chuckle titling my head to the side a little, I didn’t know if such a term Dominic was aware of but my chuckle seemed to snap him out of his angered trance and his eyes locked on the small smile which sat on my lips. “You could name such arrangement that yes but Angel, my time of handling my deepest desires with anybody else has faded, she was truly a means for me to get by and now I have found the one person who is made for me, not her or anybody else will take that place.” He first spoke with a smile watching my own smile before he pulled me a little closer as though he truly wanted me to listen and believe him, where I nodded understanding him. “I mean I’ve been there… some

A flicker of hesitation. And that was all I needed. But before I could call her out, she leaned in again, voice cold and sharp. "If I tell him it's his, then it's his." I stared at her, disgusted. "You're a psychopath," I hissed. She didn't deny it. Instead, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Two large men came barrelling into the room almost immediately. "Maybe," she said, still smiling. "But this psychopath's got a marriage to plan, and I won't let you ruin it."

‘She is not good enough’ he said between clenched teeth, and I could swear that I felt his hot breathe of fury brush my skin. ‘Boss, she looked just like the young ones on her-’ ‘Don’t I pay you enough to run background checks on every one of them?’ He gritted, still maintaining the space between us. And this time, I could feel his hands fingering my hair, and slowly running through every opening on my body. What is this? A test? Or is he a psychopath? I didn’t dare say a word, even though his hands brought back memories I didn’t want to remember. One that will hunt my nights for a long long time.

I yelped, the mop stick falling out of my hand. He hugged me from behind, holding my hand in place. “Why do you have to be so stubborn? Why do you all always have to be so stubborn?” He hissed in my ear. ‘All’? I wasn't the first person he was doing this to? It's official; I'm a victim of a psychopath. “I love you; why can't you see that?” He pushed into me, and I felt something hard pressed on my butt cheek. This pervert was hard!

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

Austin shrugged. “I should hope the hell not. Why would you install this? I may not have my wolf anymore, but I am not the sort to sleep around even wolfless.” I frowned at the app. “I’m not judging anyone who does. I’m just not that kind of man. And I’m going to be forty-six this year. I’m too old for dating.” I sighed. “I wouldn’t even know how to date. The only person I’ve ever been involved with was your mother. I don’t think it needs to change.” I shook my head.