Psychopaths Charming Novels & Stories

she smiled and walked straight to the oven and let out a delightful sigh when she saw the grilled cheese sandwich. I was about to leave her to enjoy her dinner when she told me to stay. "Come on, I don't have anything to do. I can't work since Nero still forbids me to go out and the man can be very persuasive in his ways." She winked and I couldn't contain my blank expression. This little human can pull out anyone's humorous expression whenever she's around. It was strange. Considering that she's a psychopath, though I do think she was bordering on sociopath. But still, her blood lust was probably what made her fit perfectly with us. The woman didn't even flinch when I poured the warm blood

I refused to look at him. Whatever he was trying to do, I wasn't going to fall for it. Psychopaths like him were experts at charming anyone and getting them to do whatever they wanted. I knew that…I wouldn't let him do that to me. “Are you hungry?” He asked, almost softly. I turned to him, my eyes wide with surprise. What the hell was he trying to pull? Why did he sound like he actually cared? He was waiting for me to answer. I swallowed. “Whatever.” I mumbled, and looked away from him. “Tell me, I'll make it myself.” He said absolutely shocking the hell out of me.

I scoff when I remember, "He would say things like: 'you're so pretty I almost forget how fucking boring you are, but hey that's why I love you so much'. So I would just take the two compliments. And then it stopped being a sandwich and it was just the bad things." "The fucking psychopath was very careful and charming in public, though," Celeste adds, arms crossed and a pissed look in her eyes, "He worked really hard until he won us over, even our dad. And we never realized how he treated Annie in private because he knew exactly how to play it outside.”

I trailed off for a moment before continuing, "Chiseled muscles that I really want to caress. If other methods didn't work, why not try a succubus' charm? "Most important…" I purred alluringly, "I can feel the endless charm that you carry." Even as the Darkness began to shudder, I brushed my finger over my lips as I spoke calmly, "As for my wish… I wish to be conquered by a truly powerful Entity, dominated from soul to flesh, and to die in pure ecstasy." I could hear the other Players gasping behind me, but I kept going, every word I spoke a poison seeping into his consciousness. "That includes hyperventilation, shudders, and blanked eyes as I lose myself again and again as I climax."

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

He smiled. "I saw the bruises on your body. I saw how you looked at the prisoner transfer. No decent man could see what was done to you and not harbor anger at those rogues." He paused. "I like to think I'm a decent man. Even in pain, your personality shone brightly. You charmed all of my men. Many asked for extra assignments to help capture more rogues because of you. I am charmed by you as well. You are feisty and tough." He chuckled. "You are just the kind of shewolf I like to date."

But I wasn't that stupid. During high school, I read research journals by renowned psychologists that generally, psychopaths have difficulty conveying emotion. They tend to be flat. Their gazes are blank. They are worse than animals. Because animals kill to survive, while psychopathic humans take lives by choice and with perfect reason, it's said that there's a far worse level: the manipulative psychopath. There are only two possibilities. "Could it be Tiger…? "You're lying," I blurted out, trying to get an answer.

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?

"What's the next type?” "Charmer. The Charmer is someone who knows how to charm others without arguing or complaining," he explained. "Instead, they listen and are lightheartedly helpful. They know how to flatter well while working towards their own agenda. However, there's often a dark side to charm, as it's usually based on some form of lying. So, charming someone you don't actually like can be a bad decision, as everyone will start doubting everything else you do." "Do you think I'm charming?" I asked, feeling a bit unsure.