Psychopath Gf Novels & Stories

Her hair looked like she had just stepped out into a storm. “And I’ll stay for a week or two.” She gave a slight nod in acknowledgment. I didn’t see what benefit Andrew would get, having me in his life. I was a dangerous man who did dangerous things for money. My partner was a psychopath who was completely unpredictable. I would only be around once in a while, and when Sofia eventually remarried, her new husband would be more of a father than I ever could. I would have to sit there and watch some new guy replace me in every way imaginable.

“When he lived in the United States, he was briefly in foster care, but they could never find a family that would keep him because he was extremely aggressive and violent. The kids called him ‘Aggresso,’ which was eventually shortened to Gresso.” Yrah started to shake her head but stopped. She was staring into the cold, dead eyes of the man on the screen in front of her. A man who looked nothing like her Gresso. Maybe there was some mistake… No, this Gresso had no emotion on his face at all, just utter blankness. A void. A sociopath. No conscience. A metal hand reached into Yrah’s chest, crushed her heart, and put it back in. That’s how she felt as she read the long list of Gresso’s convicti

I notice his shoulders tense up as he says with a pretentious, saddened face, “This isn't fair, Elly. I want to give you everything you desire, but you're pushing me away. You and I are meant to be, you said it yourself back when we were dating” I spit back angrily “Yeah, little did I know you were a psycho. You and I are done, Kristen, so let me be. I'm happy with my married life” I find myself settling into the lie. Kristen’s brows crease in rage and he sneers, his grip tightening even more. “That fucking stranger's got nothing on me. I bet he wants your body just as much as you want his money” I stare at him with disdain “Fuck you”

“We’ll make sure to brief the security at the wedding.” “He’s slippery. He can disguise himself as one of the guests.” The stable came into view while I still felt something unsettling inside me. “I never thought I would say this, but I can’t believe I was so blind that I’d been living with a psychopath for years. I mean, he slept at my parents’ house, in my penthouse, in my house. He could have slit my throat in my sleep.” That thought alone gave me goosebumps. “That wasn’t his plan. You’re right, he’s dangerous, determined, and patient. He didn’t want to kill you. He enjoys watching you suffer.”

“A hint? It could be posted on a billboard, and he still wouldn’t read it.” She smirked as she grabbed the produce and assembled it on the pizzas before she added a sprinkling of different cheeses. “What did he say?” “Threatened me to leave Theo. Said it would be worse if I didn’t. You know, a bunch of bullshit.” “Don’t stress about it,” she said. “Theo will handle it.” “I know. I just wish he didn’t have to.” It was my problem. I’d fallen in love with a psychopath. His good looks and the sex masked the truth. When I’d signed our marriage certificate, I didn’t realize I’d signed a deal with the devil.

"Like it's meant to be." "And do you believe it is?" "Is what?" "Meant to be." "I'm sure it is," I sighed. "I've never felt this way about anyone, so I'm sure he's the right one, and the almost marriage with Fernando doesn't count." "I thought we already established that Fernando is a potential psychopath and it won't be long before he ends up in prison," my friend spoke with a rough voice. "He was." "What?" "He was a potential psychopath, past tense.”

His eyes were as serious as his strong words and I nodded. "Not from my lips though," I looked away when he arched one brow. "He always knows my… whereabouts." God! It was a lot harder to admit that. I was burning with shame. Finally hearing myself for the first time and I must say, Oliver is a psychopath that I need to run away from. I couldn’t believe I once found that attitude cute and possessive. "I've seen similar cases. Please tell me you've contacted the cops after you two broke up."

She also looked like she was a member of the mafia which made them a good match. Aside that, we already broke up for a long time now and I don’t see myself going back to him. He was a murderer and a psychopath, i just couldn’t deal with him but I was still hurt. All those months when we broke up, it was like the worst days of my life and i swear i didn’t know how I got through those days. Asher kept asking me about him and even my mother will not stop bugging me coupled with the fact that I kept tabs on him and i knew when he left the church.

“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

His voice carried a deliberate, barely restrained emotion — thick with grief. "Your Honor, I admit that I made mistakes in this marriage. That I hurt Serena." "But I — I suffer from a serious mental illness. Dissociative identity disorder." "This is something my wife — Serena — has always known about." "For these five years, she sacrificed so much for me. Not a day has gone by that I haven't felt grateful — and guilty." He paused, sniffling, his eyes going red right on cue. "The alter — Axel — he's violent, extreme, completely out of my control."