Psychopath Romance Books Novels & Stories

After all, he's teaching psychopaths how to run their criminal empires. Alexander' eyes move to me and then back to Oak, and he smirks. "I've had Natalya Gurin in similar holds while you walked by without a word, and yet, this beautiful Irish girl comes along, and you are defending her." He strokes his chin as if thinking. "Interesting, Byrne." His eyes move to me. "It would appear you have a secret admirer," Alexander says. I feel my cheeks heat but say nothing in return. Oak merely glares at him with his arms crossed over his chest and legs wide apart, waiting for him to do as he's told.

She asked when I released my grip on her neck. "You're a despicable person, Katrina. You ruined my life by turning me into a vampire and killing Sofia. Now you're back again. Why can't you leave me alone?" I growled at her, my fist clenched. I fell in love with Sofia when I was still a human, but Katrina killed her and turned me into a vampire. Since that day, I have been trying to kill her, but she is stronger than me. After Sofia, I never felt a connection with another woman until I met you. You brought me back to life. Your presence brought me joy, and I never expected to love someone again.

Also Read my other books here: The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery) Conuering the Bad Boy (Teen Romance) The Ugly One (Romantic Comedy) Stalking Aaron (Contemporary Romance and the sequel of The Ugly One) Excuse Me, I Quit! (Teen Romance)

I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l

Leya had arranged things so that her life would continue like this forever — alone, unencumbered, secure. Destiny otherwise. --- Harrison had just emerged from the office of his psychologist a block from where he resided. He did not drive by car but on foot. It was nearby. Two years of torture-filled sessions had seeped the life out of him and re-shaped him into a gorgon barely recognizable. His sadism was dulled now but not the welts. He had learned his devils — treachery of Maya, cruelty of father, cruelty — and forgiven, inch by throbbing inch, screaming, the boy he used to be.

Because he's nothing but a cold-blooded serial killer, attached to some illegal business and works under a psychopath's command. "What a rare beauty!" My prey, whose name's Landon as far as I know, speaks through the blasting music. "Thank you, handsome." I blatter my eyelashes and sit beside him, a bit more closer than needed. "The pleasure is all mine. Let me buy a drink for the rare beauty of tonight." The man smirks abominably, directly looking at my bare cleavage. "Why don't we find a better place? This place is so... noisy." I force out a seductive smile, slightly leaning forward and brushing my fingers on his clothed chest.

“So, I need you to look at me.” “Sandy, just go straight to the fucking point.” I scoffed. “Fine then… Someone close to us is trying to hurt us. They are the one who was responsible for me losing the baby and lying about me having cancer. They are also the same person that paid doctor Collins to lie about me having cancer and–” “Enough,” he said and finally looked at me. “Can you please not start with this?” Anthony rose to his feet and towered over me. He looked pissed. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were dark and a snarl on his lips. He looked dangerous.

“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.”

“What gives you the right to snoop around and dig up info on my friends and family?” “What friends?” he laughed darkly. “I’m just trying to figure out how someone like you ends up with someone like him.” “And what exactly do you mean by ‘someone like me?'" He grinned wickedly. “A firecracker like you? With a fire extinguisher like him? Opposites don’t attract, April. What you need is passion. Someone that challenges you.” “And you’re the expert on romance?” “As a matter of fact,” he climbed into the front seat, much to my annoyance. “I am not an expert on love but I know it shouldn't feel forced and it most definitely should not feel like a trap."

There aren’t any sticks around here I could poke her with and I don’t care how sad someone is; I will not ruin a good pair of shoes by standing in puke. “Alissa … do you need medication or something? Is that why you’re here? Are you diabetic? Do I need to shoot you up with something?” “No,” she whispers. “Just shoot me, period. With a gun and a bullet.” “Mmmm … no. Not today. I’m fresh out of murdering thoughts at the current time. Try me tomorrow, though, because you never know when they’ll crop up again.” I think of Mick and how badly I screwed up last night and decide maybe I could work up a good murdering rage without a lot of effort.