Loving A Psychopath Novels & Stories

I grumbled, laughing and crying at the same time. He scooped me up, “You shouldn't be moving around” I rested my head on his sturdy chest, “if you hadn't left I wouldn't have.” “Alright, sorry, besides I was going to come back. You didn't really think I was going to leave did you?” He gave me an amused look. “psychopath.” “Your personal Psychopath love”

He seems to be no older than eighteen, and I can’t help but wonder what must have gone wrong in his life for him to end up working for a psychopath like Nikolai. A psychopath I had just let kiss me. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Not only did I allow my husband to kiss me and practically dry-humped him against the wall, but I also enjoyed it—and worse, I wanted it to happen again. This was so wrong. So fucked up on so many levels. What kind of person kisses a man who forced her into marriage and wants to kill her father and enjoys it? Certainly not a sane person that’s for sure.

I was too angry to talk to anyone at that point of time and just prayed to God to make me disappear from this selfish world. The anger that was bottling up inside me from yesterday’s evening left me thinking if something was left in my life or if everything had just faded away. It's already been a week since I broke up with my boyfriend. He started to frame me for things I never did. A PERFECT PSYCOPATH. What I find the most interesting is how much people prefer rumors above the bond they share with someone and the same happened to me. The most heartbreaking moment in someone’s life is when their most trusted relations just fade away when you need them the most, and I suppose that’s how life

her voice was shaky, the tears wouldn’t stop rolling down and her body shook with sobs. “You stabbed him so many times in front of me! You monster! I hate you!” Her voice was filled with strong emotions. “Get away from me! Get away from me!! I hate you!!” “But I love you.” I reached my hands down to hold her trembling hands but it made her tremble even more. “You…” “I love you, Caily and I was only waiting till you become an adult before I’d tell you about how much I fucking love you and…” I was a psychopath. I just killed her father and I was confessing my feelings to her right in the room where her father’s body still laid all battered up and bloodied.

He only felt heartbroken knowing that she had suffered mental pain, and at the same time, he hated himself for having… “You don’t understand, Kyle. It’s just a temporary pity that you have for me. I will always be stuck in the memory of that rape, and gradually, you will see me as a psychopath and gradually hate me. By then, the little love you have will also gradually dry up.” Lysia ruffled her messy hair and burst into tears. This was the few times she cried in front of Kyle. She raised her bloodshot eyes to look at Kyle, “I’m dirty, aren’t I Kyle?”

he said "he cheated on me" the accusation even though he didn't have a close affair with another man at all and he wasn't loyal to me but why are you still afraid that he's cheating? Has the love I had turned into an obsession? I don't know that, what's clear is that I really don't want Lia to be with another man. If that happens, I'll just kill Lia so that no man can have her. Lia is only for me and will always be mine forever.

The idea of a different life, one where she could have been loved and cherished, seemed like a distant dream. She had walked out of there after that, but only because she wanted to pounder more about it all. The pain inflicted upon her by her ex-husband had scarred her both physically and emotionally. It had shattered her self-esteem, leaving her questioning her worth and doubting her own judgment. She had once believed she had found solace in him, mistaking his possessiveness for love. But now, she saw the truth: he was a psychopath, someone who reveled in causing pain and suffering.

I didn't flinch or anything, at this moment I wanted to fight for my rights. "You made me struggle to find you! You made me struggle to find you for a year and I deserve a reward for finding such a goddess beautiful woman like you!" He cupped my face while still holding the gun. "You are a rare item, Nieva. You are precious and I shall treasure you," he said deliriously. Despair hit me. He's crazy, he's a psychopath. How can I escape from him? "You're crazy.." I said quietly.

Ronan's POV Being a psychopath was never my plan, it was just a reaction to my life and how it has treated me so far. I always used to get punished when I saw someone care for one another because I thought it was all a pretense to get some sort of satisfaction from the other person. Whether it be physical, financial, or political. I never thought one day I would become that person. I will feel so passionate about someone that even my own downfall doesn't seem like much for them.

I wouldn’t tell her that he was a fucking rapist who had gotten away with a lot of horrible things and he possibly planned on luring her into his trap with the sweet talk because she is too perfect and she caught the attention of a monster. I was a monster too, but she was made for me. I was her monster, and she was my Darling. As for Aaron… His psychopathic personal life held no interest to me before. He could go ahead and fuck whomever he wanted, hurt whomever he liked as long as he didn’t set his dirty eyes on my innocent Darling. Better idea was that…I should also pluck his eyes out. But how was he going to see himself bleed if I took his eyes out?