I'm Dating A Psychopath Novels & Stories

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

SOLANA Roman looked away with a tired sigh, his damp hair falling over his face. "Why would they—no, you wouldn't do that. You're not that kind of person," I blurted, and a soft smile tugged at his lips. "Really? You really think I can't be the culprit?" He asked, and I nodded quickly, a frown creasing my brows. He cupped my face with a cold hand, brushing his thumb along my cheek. "You don't know everything about me. I might be a psychopath," he said, and my frown deepened.

she asked in a tiny voice, looking at me for the first time. "Yes, my love; with you. And now she sees you as an obstacle to be overcome... Ella will do everything to keep you away from me," I said, brushing a lock of hair from her oval face. "That is why I am asking you, do you still want to date me even knowing we have a crazy psychopath on our tail? I will understand if you do not want anything, and I will keep my distance."

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.

“You’re angry right now, but if I slip my hands into those pants of yours, I’d still find you wet, wouldn’t I? It doesn’t matter that your mother wants this to be real. You’re still turned on by her husband at the end of the day.” My cheeks went red out of embarrassment. Tristan might be annoying, but he was always right, which was why I took another step backward. “Whether I’m turned on or not doesn’t matter.” I spat out. “What matters is that we’re done.” I didn’t wait to hear his response before I rushed out of his office before I ended up making another bad decision. Tristan was a verified psychopath and I was going to lose myself if I kept up with him.

Ethan was a psychopath, and egging him on with that question was not a good idea. "Then someone is going to get hurt, Joye, really hurt." With that he ended the call and drifted away into the darkness leaving me to glare at the now empty floor. My bones had lost their strength, and I had to struggle to get back into bed while praying that all of this was a horrible nightmare. But it wasn't, this was reality, and the painful truth was that a psychopath was after me and my husband.

She shook the ice inside it for a bit, before she drowned down everything in one gulp and slammed the glass back on the table. “Let’s not make this about me. No matter what happens, he’d never consider me as a wife.” “And I hear psychopaths can fall in love too. It may be rare but it’s not toally impossible.” “I say we should try this to find out. If it doesn’t work, I’ll just be getting rid of my sister and it’d cost you nothing since he wouldn’t know who did it.” “If it does work, then we’d both be gaining something out of it. It’s worth a try, don’t you think so?”

Guys always seemed to care more about getting their own satisfaction, and maybe that’s because I have a horrible habit of dating narcissists. The first narcissist I dated was in high school—classic story. He was a drug addict too, the guy who took my virginity. I dumped him right after because, honestly, I was terrified I'd get too attached to someone like him. Then there was the college boyfriend. Nice, sweet, gentle... but, surprise surprise, another narcissist. Not exactly the winning combo, if you ask me. And the third one? Let’s just say I’d rather forget he even existed.

He was a fast driver and I was grateful to him for the first time. I stared at Stephanie, head resting on my body. Her eyes were swollen and she looked exhausted. I was sorry, but it would not have been great to forgive her easily. I did a background check on this ex-boyfriend of hers, and he was a psychopath. He sold drugs secretly and was part of a gang. I was surprised how Stephanie would have ended up with someone like that. I guessed she didn't know because she didn't look like anyone with a dark past or was trying to hide how crooked she was.

In resignation, I retreated into a toilet stall, knowing it was a futile attempt to escape. Locking the door behind me offered only a temporary reprieve. I knew it would only delay the inevitable. "Daisy, don't run away from me," he called out. "You know it's pointless, don't you?" I shivered at his words, paralyzed with fear. "Just let me kill you," he continued, his tone twisted and sadistic. "But don't worry, I won't let a beautiful body like yours go to waste. I'll rape it until it's nothing but a lifeless shell." His words sent chills down my spine, and I realized I was dealing with a psychopath.