Psychopath Gf Novels & Stories

“Change of plans. It came to my attention that Craig was not sticking to the rules I had laid out for him to follow.” “I’m not sleeping with the man, but we are partners. Of course he was going to be around me, and you knew all of this before I left Denver.” “You are a mated woman.” His eyes flicked up to mine and shined. “I never chose to be.” “But you are and you are mine to have and mine to protect.” “The only thing I need protection from is you. Do you not realize how very psychopath-like you are?” I knew that telling an easily angered psychopath he was a psychopath was a bad idea. But the man was working on my last nerve. He had no right to be here.

Eleanor asked and Beatrice had a small smile on her lips, watching me with curiosity. Of course, I have never gotten angry because of a client but there was just something about X. I just didn't like the fact that he saw me as a whore. Beatrice gave me a weird look before taking my hand. "I was told he is hot," She said and I scoffed in anger. Who even told them that when no one had seen his face? The psychopath always wears this annoying silver mask which only made me suspect him more. "If I tell you what he asked me to do, you won't call him hot," I replied Beatrice and continued. "He is sex deprived which probably led to his anger," I said and wiped off my makeup, looking at my reflection

He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement." "Guess you forgot to add that they are also pathological liars and lack empathy." I watched his jaw tighten and his dark chocolate brown eyes staring at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expressions but I sure as hell knew I'd said the right thing to tick him off. And why exactly was I finding pleasure by stepping on his foot? Just when I thought things had taken the wrong turn, his expressions mellowed. I decided to tease him further. "So which type of psychopath are you? Hannibal Lecter or Patr

He dangerously leaned closer to her as he threw her on bed instantly, and she jumped a little after colliding with the mattress. "Shut your fucking mouth! And don't dare to disrespect me with this dirty mouth of yours or I will slice off your tongue!" His dangerous words made her gulp down her own saliva as she couldn't help thinking who he really was? Which man on earth can easily kill people without fear of being caught? A psychopath, police and mafia! He was either one of them. And the closest was mafia because a psychopath and police cannot own tons of money. She pressed her head down on the pillow to maintain as much distance between his face as she could.

He was obsessive, petty, and selfish, he would not want her around any guy or any female friend which was why she and Georgia never had the relationship they wanted as friends. “When I found out he was a psychopath and that it was beyond control I left the relationship though it was not easy, he stalked me, call me so many times beat up whichever guy he saw with me even after he and I were not longer together. He would come to my workplace, and make issues with whichever guy he saw with me, he beat up my boss once and I got fired for it and he was also arrested but due to his connection he got bailed out and my boss made sure no company hired me, he said one person had to pay for what Max di

Sophia Censatio "Well, just so you know, lots of girls are dying to be his woman. And mom, she's been pestering him lately to get married but yet, he kept on refusing her. He doesn't want any commitment for now." "That's because he knows how crazy he is. That man isn't any woman's dream. He's a psychopath." Lies! " I don't think so. I think, you're only saying this because of what has transpired between you two. He's a nice man, Sophia, believe me when I said that."

“You’re angry right now, but if I slip my hands into those pants of yours, I’d still find you wet, wouldn’t I? It doesn’t matter that your mother wants this to be real. You’re still turned on by her husband at the end of the day.” My cheeks went red out of embarrassment. Tristan might be annoying, but he was always right, which was why I took another step backward. “Whether I’m turned on or not doesn’t matter.” I spat out. “What matters is that we’re done.” I didn’t wait to hear his response before I rushed out of his office before I ended up making another bad decision. Tristan was a verified psychopath and I was going to lose myself if I kept up with him.

"Ignacio was right you're such a whore. Now come here because I'm going to fuck you until I break your cervix.. whether you like it or not.. you will remember me for life and guess what.. once I rip you apart.. not even Andre will want you.." "I'm going to tell my father.." Della cried. Spencer only laughed. "News flash Adela, Garreth is a freaking psychopath. He attends therapy sessions every other week and is on medication.. you really think he will help you.." He shook his head. "You're so naive.." Della was shocked, she let out a gasp. This was all happening too fast. It was just all too much, her boyfriend was manhandling her and she just found out her father is not stable.

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

He stated firmly, and before I could reply, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the sofa area, where the lady had dropped the food on the coffee table. “Eat. Now!” He groaned authoritatively, forcing me to sit. “You think you’re crazy, but I’d show you that I’m crazier!” I yelled and quickly reached for the tray, smashing everything to pieces on the wall. He stared at me, then glanced at the shattered plates and food before looking back at me. “Fierce. I like it.” He said, a face-splitting grin tugging his lips apart. “I never liked easy women.” My eyes narrowed as I stared at him in disbelief. He was truly a psychopath. When I first met him, I thought he was smart and sensible, but I was al