Psychopath Love Obsession Novels & Stories

I'll say it bluntly, I'm not obligated to put up with these things, I know I said I wouldn't stress myself out, but damn, the bitch is hitting on Oliver in front of my face! The little smile that the bitch had on her face dies and she leaves the room without saying a peep. “Slutty little woman, I bet she’s like your ex-wife, I bet that bitch’s pussy was blinking at the sight of you, I should have stuck my hand in her face, these bitches only learn by being beaten,” I say irritated. “Calm down, let her go little one, you know I love you, you are more beautiful, fragrant, and delicious than any woman in this world, that shit doesn’t reach your feet.” He says and gives me a passionate kiss.

A completely reasonable desire, considering the money spent. “I’m satisfied with the terms of the contract,” Annel summed up, meeting the director’s eyes. - The last thing I would like to clarify before I sign... this is quite personal. Don't you think it's rude? “Are you afraid that you will have to deal with the consequences of my love affairs?” — he grinned cheekily. “I’m sorry to upset you, but I’m a devoted monogamist.” And the story of my unrequited love is full of tragedy.

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

His gaze moved over me slowly, taking in my condition, the blood, the way I was barely standing. And there was something wrong in the way he was looking at me. Something that made me feel disgusted. “You need help,” I said again, my voice colder now. “Because this is not normal behavior. You do not just take someone against their will and act like it is fine. That is not love, that is a psycho-obsession, and it is sick, you need to stop.” He did not deny it. That made it worse. “You can call it whatever you want,” he said quietly, “but it does not change anything.”

I tense against his form, feeling extremely uncomfortable and unsafe within his hold as Jack rests his head in the crook of my neck. "I love you." Jack whispers. I feel my breath get stuck in the back of my throat as I listen to him speak. I know Jack doesn't love me. He can't love me. Could a sociopath really be capable of expressing love? Or is this just some sort of sick obsession? Tears begin to well up in my eyes as I allow my dark thoughts to consume me. I release a small breath in preparation to speak as I feel the warm liquid slowly glide down my cheek.

I nodded. "Then why are you wanting to die for what you've done? Even in a psychopath's mind, dying isn't an equal reaction to screwing up." "And you would know a psychopath's mind?" I rolled my eyes at her. She swept her hand out. Slapped me across the face with brutal casualness. The same one she'd stabbed with her spiked fingernails. "I told you not to speak down to me like that. And yes, I do know a psychopath's mind. Being a psychopath doesn't mean you're incapable of love. It just means you don't really care enough about others to give it a shot. I love a grand total of two people in this world. Other than myself."

“No Darren do not say that. Do not ever say that. You are lying. You cannot love me and say you want them dead. You cannot. Love does not kill. Love does not destroy. Love does not punch until the person screams. Love does not make me bleed until I can barely breathe.” “You are not obsessed with me. You are obsessed with hurting me. You are obsessed with control. You are obsessed with power. You are obsessed with watching me crawl and break and shatter. That is not obsession. That is not love. That is sickness. You are sick. You are twisted. You are evil.” My tears poured so fast I could barely see him but I still saw that smile. That smile that made my stomach twist until I wanted to throw

"For the fun of it, Elena. I took you for the thrill. Your feistiness left an impression on me. Making your life miserable and witnessing you grovel before me is one of the few ways I'll feel fulfilled." Disbelief widened my eyes, leaving my jaws ajar. "Why would you do that? Why make my life miserable? Surely, slapping you is not reason enough for that," I stammered. "I told you, Elena, for the fun of it. Watching you flaunt your wings annoyed me. I love breaking women like you, Elena, and I'll relish in clipping your wings. What better way to make you feel defeat than by hopelessly making you mine? How does it feel being bound to the man you hate?" He asked maniacally, a crooked smile etch

"Leave now, I wouldn't want to say something to you I'll regret, please don't interfere in my business, I love you too much to see you cry, I wouldn't want to hurt you with my word, I want no emotional blackmail from you, please leave, I want to be alone" "I understand you "Her response showed her emotions making her voice unstable, she hurriedly walked out of the ward and I could hear the sound of her heels on the corridors as the sound faded slowly away, I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes once again Suddenly, I jerked off from the bed, bowing my head in frustration, pulling my black thick hair, like I wanted it off my head, her teary eyes hunted my imagination like I could see her

He wanted to see her blue eyes so closely. He had missed her. He so wanted to hug her badly. After almost loosing her, he vowed to never let her out of his sight. He vowed to protect her and put his life on the line for her. That's how much he loved her. He could be kind for her, he could kill for her. His love had madness in it. It had both passion and Obsession in it.