Obsessive Psychopath Novels & Stories

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

"Ejakpa bridge? Hmm. That area is filled with gangsters. I know most of them." "Is he a new person in the area? Or do i know him?" "I don't think you know him boss." "I see." Sammy interrupted. "Boss, you haven't said anything yet about that stuff." "Which?" "Odeshi." "Oh! Yeah. That's true. Odeshi needs to take place. We can't trust anyone. Don't even trust your self because no one can be trusted. Understand?" "Yes, boss." They all replied. "One of these days, we would travel to odejim jim. He would activate odeshi on us."

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER. She loved things to be done perfectly. Everything must be precise. Jacob collected the keys and came back home. Once Sarah finished packing, it was after 6pm and she hadn't had the time to cook. They nibbled junk food throughout the day. Alex and Andrea were stoked about that. She decided to go to their new home to prepare before they moved in. Sarah called Nash and Nat to join them, to be apart of their special moment.

The server almost ran away from him. Suddenly a sharp pain hit my thighs..He squeezed so hard making me gasp in pain and shock..His eyes showed rage making me panic..What the hell ..He changed so sudden that I don't understand anything..Is he bipolar or what ..I tried freeing myself from the pain.but no! His strong hands made it tough and he squeezed even more harder.. "Please !" I said hating me for being so weak. He looked straight in my eyes."How dare you smile at him like that ?" He asked stressing every word..

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa. “What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me. “I can’t stop myself from stalking someone” “Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem. “And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

If I managed to get free from him, I don't think that I would ever be able to trust any other man. Suddenly, the expression on his face shifted from that of softness to anger. He grabbed the bedsheets tightly, his eyes bored into mine with chilling intensity. "Don't think about any other male when I am with you! Only I possess your thoughts, your soul, your heart, your eyes, your breath, your body—everything" He breathed "You are my possession, my Tesoro" He surely has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and I am scared of that. Unable to stand the wrath that was emanating from his body, I tilted my head away from him, not wanting to see him anymore. He reminds me of the pain of my brother.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

“Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.” I spat out as his vision started to clear and I was able to see him better and even though my words were harsh and cruel; he didn’t react. So I threw my head back and cackled crazily. “Between all the people in here, Sergey, you are the closest one to me. You are the most fucked up person after me in here. You should know how I feel, but again you are just a cold, walking dead corpse, aren’t you? An alexithymics.”

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.