Psychopath Gf Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You really need to let it go, Case. It’s done. We need to move on.” He stopped filling out his paperwork and stared at the table before he turned to meet my gaze. He dropped the pencil, sat back, and gave me a glare so terrifying, it reminded me of my father—haunting me from the grave. “It’s done? We need to move on? You’re married to a psychopath—” “He’s not that bad.” “You’re defending him now?” “Not at all. But he’s not a psychopath. He treats me well.” “He forced you to marry him. How does that not make him a psychopath? He was obsessed with you and wanted to collect you like a trophy or a piece of jewelry.”

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.

The news said that a naked woman's body was found in her apartment room, but unfortunately her cause of death was not known. Sunggyu's father needs a psychiatrist to treat him so that he will stop hurting other people for his pleasure, I know that father is a murderer and he is like a psychopath since being abandoned by his ex-girlfriend, and according to what I heard that my name is the name of the ex-fatherreally dad has the heart to name me after the woman he loves, don't you think if mom knows for sure she will be very hurt, I don't know how beautiful that woman is to make dad like this I really want to meet that woman and see her in person.

"Yeah even though he said he's drawn to my scent and he doesn't know why." I smiled when I remembered those words. "That's another way of saying I'm starting to like you." "Carly, let's not get ahead of ourselves, I should get back to reality, he has a psychopath as his girlfriend." "More like a vicious dog that's ready to attack whoever comes near her man.." "Carly!." She rolled her eyes dramatically, "What?!, It's the truth." "Can we just have lunch?." I diverted the topic and I pulled her to the cafeteria.

“So all of these? This marriage? The affection, the love and everything are all fake? It's all part of the of the plan?” “You read through the file and you confirmed it is, so what?” “I am project eleven, you kidnap girls, sleep with them, force them to do what they want and then you break them. Does that seem right to you?” “I don't know, does that seem wrong to you?” He asked with a shrug and Audrey shook her head in tears. “You are a fucking psychopath.” “I know, I get that a lot.” He replied and laughed, he slowly walked towards her and she moved away from him in fear.

“Blake. You’re not seriously thinking of going.” I held up my phone. “He wasn’t bluffing.” I pulled up G****e. And just like that, there he was. Ethan Blackwood. Beautiful. Rich. Dangerous. Photographed in tailored suits, arm in arm with senators and Silicon Valley royalty. A few articles mentioned a breakup two years ago. But no photos of her. Like she never existed. Amelia frowned at my screen. “That’s… creepy.” “Right?” “Still. You can’t go there alone. You don’t know what kind of psycho he is.”

“Of course, Doctor. I’m listening.” He adjusted his glasses, leaning forward slightly. “You seemed a bit distant. Tell me, are there any other problems you’ve been facing? Anything specific that brought you in today?” I swallowed hard, the humming between my legs making it difficult to think straight. “Actually... I’m really starting to feel like a psychopath,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “I’ve been following my crush everywhere. It’s getting... unhealthy.” Doc Tim offered a small, reassuring smile. He looked so professional, so calm, which only made the secret thrumming inside me feel more illicit.

She would do the same plan that she always did. A month had passed, and she had done the same thing over and over again. It was at night-time and Lexie and Adrianna had come to her room. "That cafe must be that good." Adrianna said. "Yeah, I like the food." As she lied. She didn't want them to know that she went there for a guy that she hadn't even seen for a whole month or that she would never see. Alissa went back to the cafe the next afternoon. She felt despondent, even the girl who served there knew who she was now. She had become a regular customer.

"Anna, now is not the time for an argument with me... You don't know that man, but I have a good deal of familiarity with him. That man is a psychopath, and you don't have to believe whatever he says to you. He did something horrible to you in the past, and he is the reason why you don't remember anything. Believe me when I say that what happened was a tragedy, and I don't want to dwell on it any longer." After all, Miguel was entirely right, and I needed to take a moment to compose myself. It's possible that the individual I met today does not hold a favorable opinion of me in any capacity. But whenever I think about him again, I can't help but picture his striking good looks and ripped phy

Ethan was a psychopath, and egging him on with that question was not a good idea. "Then someone is going to get hurt, Joye, really hurt." With that he ended the call and drifted away into the darkness leaving me to glare at the now empty floor. My bones had lost their strength, and I had to struggle to get back into bed while praying that all of this was a horrible nightmare. But it wasn't, this was reality, and the painful truth was that a psychopath was after me and my husband.