Obsessive Psychopath Novels & Stories

I turned to the back of the car trying to reach the bag where my laptop was when all of a sudden… A screeching sound and a huge thud were heard after I stepped on the break abruptly. I looked at the window in front of me where there seems to be no one but I was pretty sure that I hit someone. "Can I just tell you directly over the phone? Because I'm pretty busy and I have to go. It was not you or Mr. Harris was the father. I couldn't believe how she concluded that when she had sex to more than two guys though. So I kinda dug up more of her medical records and I found out that she has OPD or Obsessive Personality Disorder. Be careful Mr. Howards, this kind of PD can get extremely dangerous, e

"But, as usual, Scott was an idiot. He liked his best friend's wife, Helen." I widened my eyes, unable to speak. "John was a good man, but he got manipulated by Scott. Scott forced him to take a bet. At the time, John was to inherit billions of dollars from maybe his dad, but Scott forced him to use all of it for a bet. Not only did Scott manipulate him that much, but he also let him bet on his wife." I dropped my jaw. "Helen?" He nodded weakly. "Scott has a mental illness, Obsessive Love Disorder. Even though he's had kids, even after years, he still feels only attracted to Helen. The doctors said his condition is rare, and he might have to undergo extra treatment, but Scott refused."

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

Daniel walked into the room and he couldn't figure out what was going on with him. He couldn't put his finger on it and it frustrated him. He paced the room, feeling restless and agitated. In a fit of anger, he slammed his hand on the expensive glass table and made his way to the mirror. He stared at his reflection, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. "This is not like me. What is happening? I don't understand." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself.

“He's a psychopath.” “That might actually help their argument.” I stared at him. “What does that mean?” Lucas shifted his weight slightly. “They're going to claim he has an obsessive disorder.” My stomach tightened. “Obsessive with what?” Lucas didn't answer right away. I already knew. “Mia.” I said quietly. “They're building a case that his actions were driven by psychological fixation. That's enough to set him free from any repercussions that would require jail time, I'm sorry.”

Hailey stood up and he stretched his palm towards her. "Hold me so you won't fall," he said. Hailey laughed softly before placing her hand on his. They both left the living room. **** DEL ROSA'S MANSION*** Alberto sat in his study room, working on his laptop. He frowned deeply when he saw Charles had gotten almost all the businessmen to invest in his company. Charles has been his greatest rival in the business world. Yes, he's also rich and he's got some influential men around him, but he feels like Charles is a great obstacle to him. More reason why he's meeting him tomorrow.

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

Jared hissed, looking like he wanted to put his fist through a wall. Beck’s pacing stopped abruptly. He turned toward the detectives, eyes flashing. “What the hell does this guy want?” Carolanne closed her notebook. “Obsession leads to control. That’s what men like him always want, and when women fight back…. they don’t take it well.” “He is mentally unstable,” Ben muttered, pacing now. “Obsessive. Before, he probably wanted you out of the picture so he could play savior, but now that she fought back? He’s going to spiral.”

“You were born to be mine. You’re going to be my plaything, my weakness, my obsession. And one day, you’ll accept it. Whether you want to or not.” Her heart pounded. “I don't accept…” He cut her off with a sharp laugh, but his voice grew darker, harsher, every word dripping with his obsession. “Do you think I spend my time like this for just anyone? Do you think I waste nights touching, teasing, playing with some pussy like I have with you? I don’t. I never do. But with you…” his eyes swept over her, heated and hungry “—I’ve been preparing you for me. For my manhood. For what will be yours to take. When I finally have you, it won’t be in some cheap room. It’ll be under my roof. In my bed. An

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.