Loving A Psychopath Mga Nobela at Kwento

Love him, and do whatever he wants because the love I have is my first death. He will be happy and pleased when he sees me submit and surrender under him, when he sees that, in the end, I did whatever he wanted. He's just obsessed with the fantasy he's created in his head about me. But then he would get tired of me, and do other horrible things just to get me out of his life. Maybe he'll let me go when the little pieces of me crack, or maybe he'll kill me for it. And the possibility of that unsettles me. I couldn't think of any good or beautifull possibilities from him like a fairytales or other dark romance, because in reality .. only bad things could come from a psychopath. I want to get o

“He will not. Trust me, he is Sophie's father, and the only man who loves me.” “No, Blair, that’s not love, it’s the kind of deranged obsession that rots a man from the inside out. Don’t let that psychopath manipulate you. He has a wife and a child, and still fixates on you like you’re something he owns. Please, tell me where Sophie is. Let me take you both home. Choose me, Blair. I love you.” He cradles my face, and before I can react, his lips are on mine.

Maybe even understanding. “Pity,” he repeated. I nodded. “I can stand anger. I can stand indifference. But pity? It makes you small. Makes you feel like you’ve already lost before you’ve even had a chance to fight.” I glanced at him, his eyes hadn’t softened — but something inside them shifted. The man everyone said was cold, ruthless, untouchable… he looked at me like he knew exactly what I meant. “I understand,” he said quietly. “No one here would ever dare pity you.”

“I think you’re a psychopath.” “Oh, Demian. You’ve said that so many times. It doesn’t bother me to be one. The word doesn’t offend me. Did you know that psychopaths usually don’t have compassion? I’ve been too compassionate with you. I’ve even been compassionate with Dana, Jeremy, and even Thomas. By the way, my second victim will be Thomas for getting in my way. The last will be Dana and you. But I won’t kill you until you see her die. That way, you’ll understand how I feel inside because of your decision to choose her. This is a consequence of your decision. Do you know how much I would like you to do the same for me? I would love for you to be capable of doing everything I did to be with

"If I were you, I'd forget about her. You're a werewolf and she is human." I laughed hilariously. "I've dated many humans before." Paul eyed me. "But this one is different. You love her. And you know what happens when a werewolf loves a human. They become too protective. And even kill ruthlessly." "I won't do those things to her. I love her. Owning her is something else." "Owning something is a part of our instincts. It cannot be escaped it is who we are!" Paul pressed in a sharp tone. "Your father won't choose her, you know that he won't." He added

“You’re just like him, your father. Created in his fucking image and likeness.” I roll my eyes, already tired of this conversation. Same shit, different day. “Why do you love me, then?” I ask, genuinely curious. “Why are you still fighting for us?” She lets out a breathless laugh. “To be honest?” Her lips quiver. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m in love with a sociopath.” She rubs her temples. “It’s a fucking conundrum.” I smirk. “Oh, so now you’re being indecisive?”

“You don't have to worry about anything because Mr. Valcarcel treasures you very much. There's no way that he would kill you or do something that could harm you.” “Yes, yes, I got it.” I let out a sigh as I waved my hand at him, but on my face, it was clearly saying that I didn't believe what Angus was saying about Mr. Valcarcel. Treasure? Won't kill me? Does that psychopath villain treasure me? It only happens if the world would end. You haven't read the plot of the novel yet. That psychopath villain can't love someone or fall in love with someone. He's like a robot who doesn't have any emotions. He doesn't even care about others' lives, how much more is her life?

He shouted as he stood up and walked near the window. “That’s not called love, he is a psychopath.” She hissed. “And you think that American jerk loves her? She gave herself to him. Is it okay for you that she dated a stranger?” He hissed back. “How many times should I tell you that your daughter loves that guy, and he loves her so much too?” She said desperately as she exaggerated with her arms gestures.

She is his to break, his to hate, and to love. "Love." a smirk tugs on his lips as he leans down giving her a last lingering kiss on her lips. What would a psychopath’s love be called? More ever it will drag you to the depth of hells and make you wish you'd never met him. His hands gently caressing her waist relishing in the softness of her skin, the irony of those same hands killing people's life with cruelty making them bankrupt, destroying their reputations until they are on streets. He likes to see their eyes dead, hollow, with no emotions just a heart pumping blood in the veins.