Psychopath Gf Novels & Stories

“And you're just like the rest of the other dirty bastards that think that they can come after my husband. It's not news that you stupidly teamed up against him and had Jefferson killed because he wanted nothing to do with your evil scheme. And then you blamed it on my husband.” From his eyes, I could see that he was a psychopath. The way he didn't blink when confronted, he didn't seem like he was scared, he maintained eye contact, his cold and expression less demeanour masking the evil underneath. “The fact that you know that and you still came to confront me…that says something. Your husband doesn't have as much audacity as you do. He just dragged his legs between his tails and ran home to

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

then guilt crept in; this was all his doing. "I will go get your phone and type for you.." Spencer said softly and she nodded. She went to her wardrobe and grabbed a T-shirt and trouser pajamas, she didn't want to dress provocatively. Spencer was a psycho, she was so sad. She felt like nothing ever goes right in her life. Her mother has never cared and now her father turned out to be a psychopath. Spencer could be lying but then why would he? She had seen it with her own eyes when he kept yelling 'I'm a good boy.'

I yelped, the mop stick falling out of my hand. He hugged me from behind, holding my hand in place. “Why do you have to be so stubborn? Why do you all always have to be so stubborn?” He hissed in my ear. ‘All’? I wasn't the first person he was doing this to? It's official; I'm a victim of a psychopath. “I love you; why can't you see that?” He pushed into me, and I felt something hard pressed on my butt cheek. This pervert was hard!

“Don’t fucking play with me, bitch. You probably only told him about it and made yourself a victim. But he’s still a man and when he sees them for himself, he’d realize just what a dick slut you are.” A lone tear slipped out of my eye and a sob broke out of me. This was what I’d been afraid of and it was happening much sooner than I’d expected. In a voice so small and defeated, I asked, “What do you want, Gasper?” A triumphant smirk spread across his devilish features. He might have that Hollywood movie star look going on for him but nothing could mask the cold, psychopathic cruelty that laid a layer beneath and was currently on display. He pulled away and straightened, his eyes boring down

“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.

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.

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.

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.