Psychopath Gf Novels & Stories

architect—stayed in my mind like a splinter. I sat at the mahogany desk, the one that had once belonged to my father, and began to go through the final digital files Sophie had pulled from Daniel’s encrypted drive. There was a folder at the very bottom, hidden behind a firewall that required a biometric scan. Scan: Accepted. The file opened. It wasn’t about money. It wasn’t about the trust. It was a series of psychiatric reports from the Gilded Grove, dated from before I was sent there. “Patient X: Female. Identical DNA markers to Victoria Vermon. Condition: Acute Psychopathy. Recommendation: Permanent containment in the sub-level wing. Sponsor: Rita Blackwood.”

"Gregorio Gild is a psychopath and a sadist. I don't give a shit that you fell for him, I give a shit that you escaped him." She shakes her head snivelling lightly in effort to keep from falling apart. "I didn't. I never fell for him." She lowers her gaze. Light brown lashes flutter against her smooth skin. "He was convenient. Charming, kind, at least in the beginning. But most of all he could offer me protection. Better the devil you know than the many you don't." She mutters darkly. "It happened slowly. He stripped me of my life. Isolated me from everyone. Before I knew it, I had nothing and no one but the cage he built for me."

I shouted, glaring at her but she just laugh. " Buried me? I don't think so, Dwight! You buried someone else, not me! That psychopath is really dead, thank goodness you help me dispatch her." She smiled wickedly. I frowned what is she talking about? "Confused baby! That's my lovely twin! She really a psychopath who just came out of the hospital or should I say escaped when I visited her. Because of her, I was locked in a mental hospital losing my chance to be your wife! That bitch take away my life! Our parents cast her away for good. Unfortunately, she pulls me with her!" She elaborated sending shivers down my body not just surprised but exasperated. Are we dealing with a double psychopath

“He… he didn’t want to send me to the asylum, but… but I—” He cut her off. “Because you’re a sick fuck. I still remember the headline. Though, I’ll say, that headline wasn’t even fully true, because they forgot to mention that the psychopath Emma Johnson—who tried to kill the upcoming pro hockey player’s girlfriend, Rhea Tate—wasn’t just some fling of Rhett’s. She was also his submissive. They were in a BDSM relationship. Disgusting.”

“You heard me. I told you, you’re mine. The day you let me have a taste of your pussy was when you handed your body to me. It’s mine now. Mine to worship, torture, punish, and satisfy. I’m tired of waiting for you to come to terms with the fact that you want me to fuck you.” I blushed due to all the dirty words he was saying to me. But I also couldn’t forget he was a psychopath—literally. That wasn’t me throwing a word around. He told me himself that he had been diagnosed. If I slept with him and caught feelings, I would be in trouble. “You’re a bad person. Just because you’re a free man doesn’t change that.” “I’m not claiming to be a good man. I am saying that I want that cunt all to myself

I came here thinking it’s be yet another gilded cage. Another place where my silence would be all I had to give. But as things were tuning out, I had the best luck. My fiancé was a psychopath but he adored me. I hadn’t thought too deeply about it but it stayed heavy in my mind, the realization of how I’d felt meeting him. Aside from his handsome face, I never felt any kind of fear or worry that he would hurt me. Maybe it could be owed to how animate and smiling he hooked for the first time.

I have to be beautiful, so that people are moved to see my cute face and willing to help. Indeed, my husband. Selling me to the mafia or the masher. My eyes are fixed on Gerald's cellphone placed on the dashboard. It's time, ask for help and see my children. For fun, I checked Gerald's cellphone, something was suspicious. But, nothing! I opened the gallery, in case he had an agreement with other psychopathic women. But, it contains all my photos. I know, my husband is obsessed with me. By adding to Gerald's photo collection, I took a selfie. I pursed my lips, Selena Gomez style. However, unfortunately the results are more disgusting than Selena Gomez's underarm hair.

“You don't understand how obsessed I am with you, Sophie,” “It's your fault for being too perfect,” Now between that psychopath and Lucas, who was the bigger psychopath?

BRITTANY'S POV “You idiot!” Ria scolded, as she hit me playfully on the arm. “It's not going to change if you don't admit it. You like the guy, what's so wrong about that?” She asked. I scoffed, “Everything! Why would any sane woman be interested in a psychopathic, misogynistic, narcissistic, infuriating man like him? How? Just thinking about it makes my stomach churn.” Penny reached out and took my hands in hers, while Ria folded her arms across her chest, as she gave me a look that said she was fed up with my bullshit.