Psychopath Romance Books Novels & Stories

"This is my fault, I shouldn't have came here. I brought him to you." "It's anything but your fault, okay? We can handle him," they tried to reassure me. They didn't know him like I did. "You don't understand, Angelo is a sociopath. He gets off on the pain of others. He will not stop trying to get me back. Even if it kills him." Lucian's knuckles were white. "How could you be so stupid?" I gasped. "You dated him? You willingly dated a psycho?" I scoffed, "I didn't know he was a FUCKING PSYCHO!" I stood up out of the chair and walked to the door. "Don't bother waiting up for me."

She instantly picked up her phone and began typing speedily; I looked from her phone to her face. “What are you doing?” “Texting the group.” She replied, following me as I walked into the room. “The Group?” I rose an eyebrow, and she rolled her eyes, not taking it off her phone, her hands still actively going over her keyboard. “Big book energy, Hello, the Smuthood, and spicybooktok; it’s like a group for readers on F******k, I’m telling them I just saw a dark romance stalker character in real life.” “Well, aren’t you being delusional?” I held out two outfits, weighing them on the mirror. “Yes, he might be attractive to you, but he is a psychopath; there’s nothing romantic about it.”

He'd truly made me realize that I was defenseless and at his mercy. "You made me start giving shit about people's emotions—your emotions. So, don't you see? You really are a witch." He brushed the hair away from the left side of my neck, his touch lingering on my skin like a brand. Slowly, he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot. "A Pretty Witch." A sob rose in my throat and escaped before I could stop it. The reality of my situation was truly beginning to set in. This guy was a psychopath. A very dangerous man. And he was... infatuated with me.

When she was only two years old, the girl appeared in front of her mother, who was sitting on the couch reading a novel, with a mouth full of blood - any mother would think that her child had been hurt, but she was not, Before getting scared, she investigated and realized that her daughter had found a nest of rats in a tree in the countryside and one by one, she ripped their heads off with her mouth, because she did not yet know how to handle knives, then eventually they had to move to another province because these attitudes frightened everyone. She was never taken to a school institution, because when they tried, in initial, the four year old girl, cut the neck of a classmate with a glass

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

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.

"Does his cock reach deeper than mine ever could? I bet you moan like a bitch in heat for him now.” My stomach turned. This psychopath was actually getting aroused by this. I could hear the sick excitement in his voice. “Jasper...” “Tell me,” he cut in, voice dropping into something darker and nastier. “Does he knot you? Does he fill that pregnant pussy until you’re leaking his cum for days?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. This man needed professional help and possibly holy water.

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But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.