Obsessive Psychopath Novels & Stories

"I know how guys think and those three were just too suggestive. I don't want anyone saying this was some sort of orgy or something." Satisfied with the day's work, the group went to get dressed for the trip back to Sparta. Meanwhile, in a rented house a few miles away from the house with the pool, six men gathered around an old wooden table. "We have almost all of the pieces in place. Soon you will change the course of history. We have only to select a target and determine the best day to strike. These Americans are lazy and soft. We shall have no obstacles in attaining our goals. You will be famous for all time, My Brothers." "Fame is not my goal," replied a large man with a swarthy beard

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

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..

Olivia yalled “...” “What about our relationship!” Olivia continued. “That was in the past” Jeremy said letting out a growl his wolf was getting out of control. Mark was a Gamma who listened and obeyed his alpha but at this point he stood and watched speechlessly he was never aware of any sort of relationship between them. “Including the times we kissed and had sex!” Olivia cried,she fell to the ground and cried her heart out. ==========

His high pitched maniacal giggles occasionally filled the air in a pealing tone. Bernard’s mind was running in a chaotic loop of unhinged, delusionary, obsessive images that all ended with him doing unimaginable grotesque things that had pleasure running through him like he hadn’t felt since his first kill. The euphoric feeling rushed through him until he could no longer contain himself. He dumped the pictures all over a table in front of the couch. Threw every picture that wasn’t the woman that reminded him of his failure to break her on the floor. As he stood staring at her picture he began to unbuckle his belt. His member was hard at the images that filled his mind. He would do to this

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.