Obsessive Psychopath Novels & Stories

The other slipped under her blouse, thumb circling her nipple until she whimpered into his mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with obsession. “You can lie to them about the perfect family. You can lie to yourself about how much you hated every second of my cock inside you.” His hand moved lower, palming her through her skirt, rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit. “But your body knows the truth. You’re already wet again, aren’t you?” Lila bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, hips rocking once against his hand before she caught herself. “Someone could walk in—”

“Pervert! Sicko! Molester!” “Pervert? Sicko? Molester? Hey! You’re the one who grabbed onto me suddenly like that! I’m the one who should be screaming!” His voice becomes louder. As a popular idol on the rise, he was used to crazy fans jumping on to him all the time, or at least they tried to, but was stopped on time by his bodyguards. This was the first time a girl had managed to grab onto him like she had. It was sudden, and he didn’t get the chance to react to it.

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

He took a few steps forward, I took a few steps backward until I fell to the ground He knelt in front of me and held my face in his arm " Listen to me Olivia and listen real good I love you, and I want you, so stop fighting it. ' You call this love, this is obsession, not love, I only had a one-night stand with you and now you are holding me here against my will, let me go " " If don't, what will you do " " Call the cops " " Hahaha ..his laughter echoed in the dark room, suddenly his smile disappeared and he whispered into my ears. "You are mine, Olivia !!!

He said with a soft voice and sympathy that I was sure was not even there. “You doubt me? You could just ignore him like he doesn’t even exist. I am the one who will take care of him.” He said it out loud, purposely for Leo to hear him. “And if he made you uncomfortable. Just tell me. I’ll dig his eyes out, maybe just one. I hate the fact he can’t see our happy life together…” Now I know. Why do people call him ruthless. Now I know, why people call him a psychopath. I walked out of the house as soon as Alex loosen his grip on my waist. Oh my god, what I just witness earlier.

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

After being in therapy most of my life, I have a great understanding of my own mind and my problems. Mommy issues to the max, some light daddy issues, antisocial personality disorder, borderline personality disorder and obsessive personality traits. Basically, I'm an obsessive sociopath who can't control his emotions or compulsions that much... although, I've been getting better with age. But because of my antisocial personality diagnosis (people like me are often called either sociopaths or psychopaths), I'm obligated by the fucking state to continue a consistent schedule in therapy. Forever. Even if my diagnosis is a secret between me, my shrink, my father and the state.

Then he turned back to the footage and gulped, it was a footage of him losing control, it was a footage of Rio rather than him. Oliver Harrison is the second child of Barry Harrison, a divorced and broken billionaire who hides behind his business casual smile, a wound he was afraid of mending, he was a man of few secrets and one of those secrets include his medical condition, he had a split personality disorder, a condition his father and him had spent years hiding from the public, it was even kept from his sister but how? How did she find out? That room where they locked him the moment he switched, had no camera…it was the freaking basement how, how did Laura know? His heart raced in his ch

She turned to look at him and she could still feel his eyes on her. She turned away quickly and began to wave her hair backwards. "Oops, I hope I don't spoil this whole thing" she said nervously to herself. Derrick was about to send for her when he saw his clients walking Into the chamber. His guess was right, their boss was probably a young man, he thought as he scanned the gentleman with an afro hair. He looked quite naive and somewhat destitute. He smiled mischievously to himself knowing this would be a perfect and easy dog to catch.