Loving A Psychopath Novels & Stories

He is nowhere in sight and my phone dings again. “You’ll come crawling back to me though- they always do. No one can fuck you like I did. No one will love you like I do. You are a worthless whore but I still love you.” Tears form in my eyes as the texts keep coming. “I’ll forgive you, but you’ll need to work for it. You are so good with your tongue- it shouldn’t be an issue, though. That’s what why they pay you the big bucks, right?” Not only is he calling me worthless, but he’s also humiliating me and trying to make me come back by calling me names. He’s the only one who will ever love me? How did I not realize he was such a psychopath before?

He had no interest in hearing what close playmates Shawn and Zoey had been. "Do you still like Sarah?" Shawn questioned. He wasn't a good person, and under the influence of the Zuckman family, his dark and twisted side rose to the surface, shaping him into a violent psychopath. He felt no remorse for destroying beautiful things and had an unhealthy obsession with destruction. He always used underhanded tactics and never considered the consequences of his actions. He did not care if his actions hurt anyone else. If he were thrown into hell, he would drag someone else along with him.

I shook my head in desperation. "Don't worry, I won't become like Hitler." He chuckled, I hope he will become the person he is to the people. If he's acting like Hitler, I would break up with him. I can't love a psychopath or a serial killer, it would feel like I'm dating a demon. "Rumours said that he became horrible to Jewish people because he fell in love with a Jewish woman, but she rejected him." I stated the horrible fact, I can't believe he treated those poor Jewish awfully.

Mathew said. "What if he hurts my mother?" She asked. "He won't just hurt your mother, he will hurt you. He will make sure that you suffer and if you love him, then you have to think twice or else, you will become another fool to fall in love with a psychopath." These words were like arrows thrown into Clara's chest. How could she be in love with someone who hated her mother? It was impossible for her to imagine the kind of thoughts Philip had been breeding in his mind toward her yet, he didn't make it obvious.

That sounds stupid. It's like a lion storing its food for tomorrow. I turned my body to him. Making sure that I catch his full attention. "Listen. People entrust their safety to people whom they can trust..." The two corners of his lips lifted. "...and I don't trust you obviously. Not now. Not never. Not a chance," I said brutally. I didn't mind hurting his feelings. He's a serial killer. A literally sober psychopath. People like him don't understand human emotions. I don't even think he knows what the word remorse means.

There can never be anything between you and her. But he knew that already, she was only a child and he was a withered old soul. He saw her as a child because compared to him, he had lived miserably for a thousands years and is looking for a way out. He was incapable of emotions and has not felt a thing for anyone since he lost the only woman he's ever loved. Beautiful Sil, with her plum red lips and her bubbly giggles that I couldn't seem to get enough of.

“If the person who committed such an atrocity suffers the same fate, will it make you feel better?” “Such inhumanity... cruelty,” she continued to whisper through sobs, turning away from the outside world. - I hate people... God, how I hate them... “Lia,” placing his hot palms on her shoulders again, he moved her away and looked into her eyes. “I promise you, he will get what he deserves.” ***

Will she ever be in love knowing that she is not capable of it? Can he tame the psychopath?

“I know you hate me and that hatred won’t just go away today, but we don’t have to be miserable together.” Yeah, that means we have to still act like we love each other according to him. I don’t think I can forgive him. “Acknowledge, do you want me to clap for you or something? You did a good deed and that should be it.” I snickered why am I the one giving out the consideration when I am not even getting anything myself. “At least people will think of you as less of a psychopath.” “I never cared what anyone saw me as.” He muttered getting up, once again towering over me.

“To make my wolf as strong and brutal as possible. Wolves born too soon are often feral, psychopaths. Couple that with a psychopathic human and you have the perfect killing machine.” “You’re not a psychopath.” “Do you think so? I have killed many people. More than I can even count…and I don’t feel guilty about a single one of them.” “But you can feel love, can’t you? You love Sebastian, you were sad about Mario dying.” Mute he just nodded at me. “I don’t know much about these things, but as I understand it, psychopaths don’t really have deep emotions.” He smiled at me. “Glover and Missus Lowry tried to…minimise the damage my father did. They loved me, practically raised me. They’re the only