I'm Dating A Psychopath Novels & Stories

“You’re insane. That’s not normal human behavior.” “Going on a date with someone when you only know their first name isn’t normal behavior either,” I said evenly. She gaped at me. “That is exactly what normal behavior is. That’s how normal people meet new people, you psychopath.” I shrugged. “I just think it’s counterproductive and they’re setting themselves up for disappointment.” She stared at me like I grew a second head. “You were literally hooking up with a girl last night when I saw you. Tell me you know her name and her background.”

Casual. But his eyes… They were watching me too closely. "So, Iris, are you sure you wanna go on this date?" Felix’s voice was light, but there was something lurking underneath it. My fingers twitched in my lap. "Why? Is that bad? I have never been on a date," I said, forcing a smile, trying to sound normal. Felix opened his mouth, but Su cut in first, her voice flat, matter-of-fact. "Well, what he means is that you’re going on a date with a man who kills people for fun and is a psychopath."

He stops walking and turns to face me. “Didn’t you like the date?” he asks, and I clear my throat and shake my head. “I did. It was nice,” I lie through my teeth, desperate to avoid any further conflict. The date was going well until I realized he was a psychopath. “Then you wouldn’t mind if we go back to my place for some after-drinks,” he suggests, and I shake my head. “I can’t... my friend probably needs me,” I stammer, looking at my phone, trying to come up with any excuse to get away.

I switched off my phone and covered myself with the duvet. Be his girl? Gross, and not even because he might be my stepbrother. If he weren't, it still wouldn't have changed how I felt about him. I could never date a psychopath like Michael.

"Does his cock reach deeper than mine ever could? I bet you moan like a bitch in heat for him now.” My stomach turned. This psychopath was actually getting aroused by this. I could hear the sick excitement in his voice. “Jasper...” “Tell me,” he cut in, voice dropping into something darker and nastier. “Does he knot you? Does he fill that pregnant pussy until you’re leaking his cum for days?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. This man needed professional help and possibly holy water.

“You of all people know how gossip spreads like wildfire in our office, true or not.” He smiles awkwardly. “I know. But, you still haven’t said whether this is true or not.” “I didn’t think I needed to!” I say, really trying to sell my outrage. “Of course it’s not true, are you insane? Why would I ever want anything to do with a psychopathic criminal who probably murders people?” “Okay, okay!” he says apologetically. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to offend you or anything. I just know I’ve also seen you spending a lot of time working directly with him.”

I said again to convince him, and he finally decided to say something. “I'm not stopping you from going home. Rather, I'm thinking of ways I can get you to come live with me. After all, you are mine now, and I can't bear to see you apart from me one second.” He said clearly with no shame at all. What is wrong with this psychopath? He can't bear to see me away from him? What kind of sick, twisted mindset does he have? That he think I'm an item that he owns? Blame this on the fact that I don't have my wolf. I can't even find out who my mate is. Is my life not miserable enough?

Successful psychopaths are not entirely good or bad, so you can get along with them as long as you have mental fortitude, this type tends to cause mental stress if you know what I mean. Erica Blanchet, has a specific trait of a charismatic psychopath, which is an egoistic personal style of self-promotion and prioritizing one's needs, she basically loves to put herself on a pedestal like most morally capable people, don't deny it, you were once a kid dreaming to be a superhero, a princess… or perhaps a comet (I'm particularly guilty of this one, don't ask why) if that was a viable option. The only difference is that you didn't force others to believe that you are indeed 'that' thing, or did y

I wanted to scream out loud but I was just there sitting down on the chair and nodding like a puppy. “And seriously you really need to see these two together, they are a perfect match!” Now I wished I could slam his face on the table. “B..but he is dating someone currently.” I managed to say, I don't know why I was afraid to talk about myself and him together. Maybe it's because we were never in an actual relationship, I was more like a Fuckmate to him. My heart squeezed at the thought. “I don't care because obviously that person is a useless and irresponsible person and it's even impossible, to find my son in a relationship, maybe he was messing with your minds.” The man chuckled as if the

I coughed as I chased for oxygen, having inhaled most of the smoke. My phone rang. With a huff, I smirked and tapped the green button. “Indigo, I won.” “Well, thank you for keeping my night eventful. Aren’t you happy? The feeling of all that adrenaline crawling through your veins… Isn’t it exciting?” “You’re a psychopath.” “At least, I’m not so different from you… sociopath.” I might have clenched my hand tightly around my phone that the call ended upon the sudden click of the power button.