Loving A Psychopath Novels & Stories

“There are a million men in the world. Go find one that you actually like and stick with him. Why are you so obsessed with a man who is in love with another woman?” “In love? Please. He’s not in love with you because he’s not capable of having any feelings. His father told me that immediately after we got married. He is a clinically diagnosed psychopath. He’s not capable of having any emotions or comprehending them at all. His mother was the one who taught him how to react and act accordingly. If it wasn’t for her, he would be rotting in prison right now.” I didn’t want to argue with her, so I started to leave, but she stopped me. She blocked my path and shook her head no. I was prepared to

Alora It never ceases to amaze me how stupid some people are. I mean, really, he’s a serial killer and you expect him to fall madly in love with you and the two of you to ride off into the sunset or something? He’s a psychopath, and they don’t love anyone. So, it just goes right over my head. So, when some woman thinks she’s found the man of her dreams, in the psych unit of a prison, it just doesn’t compute with me. That’s not a location that screams love and romance to me.

—For someone who stayed up all night partying, she doesn't look drunk at all, 'she's careful with her image. Nat can seem cool, she can treat you well, but 'there's always a but, huh,' if you mess with something important to her, the nice girl disappears. In other words, she's a psychopath. We are all differently the same anyway, why do I say that? It's easy: every family member on my mother's side is like that. There are also some sociopaths. Not everyone enjoys hurting people, they don't like it, they know how to handle it, but I don't. When someone demands "perfection" from me, torture or killing is my stress relief, better than cocaine, I'd say.

“So it was both fear and ambition. Not loyalty. Not love.” “Yes,” Sophia said, her voice trembling slightly now. “I regret it, Lilian. More than I can say. Because I realized… he’s a psychopath. He doesn’t care about control. He doesn’t care about threats. He enjoys fear. He enjoys hurting people. And now… you’re here. And I… I brought you.” Lilian’s hands rested on her lap, her expression controlled. “You underestimated him. But at least now, you see what you’ve done.”

I let out a nervous laugh, and she shot me a dull look. "Are you sh*tting me? He'll become worse. Michael won't let her go, especially if she keeps resisting. Love lets go; obsession holds on tight. The poor soul will run mad trying to escape him, which she won't." Oh, what f*cking good news. I had somehow gotten the attention of an actual psychopath that won't let me go because of his twisted obsession. Isn’t my life so f*cking great? "I'm sure you're just exaggerating. I doubt someone like Michael is even capable of caring for a woman." I snorted, but it seemed like I was trying to convince myself.

He instantly shook his head and kept his head on my thighs again, "No, no, we won't get rid of the baby! I can't live without you!" One thing I have realised by now is that his traumatic childhood had made him like this. I partially felt pity for this man. The reason he lost his mother gave him a life-long mental issue and he was scared of having children through his loved ones. In that sense, that loved one was me. So, it's safe to say that he would not hurt me, not at least when I am obliging him. However, still I needed to maintain my guard around him because no matter what, he was a psychopath and there was no logical way his brain could function.

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

Thought so too , so in this book titled I love you am gonna put down all of my experiences , and note its gonna be in a detailed version. Question to ask : why was I sad and depressed Answer : I was brutally raped at age ten by my one and only uncle ( Fred ) who happened to be my dad's younger brother , sad right? , but that's the truth really. But you know , am not sad anymore why because, the sad incident made me meet the love of my life " Steven Damien " he is not only a good husband but also an amazing and loving father to our kids " Daniel and Daniella " i must say , they are the best things that ever happened to me and am really proud of them.

he asked. “Yeah, you are right. But…” she stopped there because she doesn’t want to take Damien’s side which might anger Hector. “I know. If that has happened to me I would also want to take revenge on people who did that to my loved ones but I can’t kill their son. I won’t do that. This is psychopathic,” he said. “Do you think he will listen to my words and stop this revenge? No! He will come back again and again,” Hector said when he looked at Ashley’s hostile face.

His features hardened. "Exactly. I felt the same when you said those rubbish things," I said, before letting out a sigh. "You are the best thing that happened to me, Sy. If you were not in my life, I would be left alone in my darkness forever. It was you who gave me strength to fight my demons, gave me hope. If I have to deal with a thousand enemies like them to be with you, I would do it without a second thought. So don't you dare say you're not good enough for me. Yes, you're a psychopath who is obsessed with me. But you're my psychopath," I whispered, brushing my lips against him. A shaky breath left him. "I love you more than anything in this entire world. Always know that. And about the