Psychopaths Charming Novels & Stories

I've been such a fool! Those psychos! They deceive me with their looks and unique characteristics! Reality is so much weirder than fantasy on so many levels. I can't help to mentally slap myself because of my cringe and dark history. But why did I stand and support those crazy, obsessed bastards? I thought it was because it was cute and charming. Like you know, cold guys are crazy to others but tamed by you or in other circumstances, cold to others but sweet to you, those like that.

Well, I believed him and I hated that I believed him. Because suddenly the situation became more complicated than simple fear. That was always the problem with dangerous men who occasionally showed restraint. It confused survival instincts and made you start questioning which parts were real. Huge mistake. Never trust charming psychopaths, especially beautiful ones with emotional damage and murder eyes. Asher’s gaze dropped briefly toward my stomach and something unreadable crossed his face. “The pup is calling me,” he murmured. My body instantly tensed and his eyes lifted back to mine immediately, catching the reaction.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

Then I would leave, permanently. “So what happens now?” I had to ask. Charlie leaned back on the couch and grinned like this was the beginning of a fun little rom-com. He was charming, I had to give him that. With his golden blond hair, dimples, and soft warm eyes, he looked like he’d walked out of a Disney movie –like a Prince Charming. He was the exact opposite of Maverick Russo, who gave off the energy of a fallen angel –beautiful, yes, but dangerous in all the wrong ways. I couldn’t help but wonder how the two of them even became friends in the first place.

I commented, in complete shock by what I was hearing. “Sociopaths can’t be trusted. Ever. They don’t care about you. They’ll walk all over you and not even bat an eye. They’ll lie, cheat, manipulate and not even think twice about it. Some sociopaths learn how to manage this. But Laura? She’s never been diagnosed so there’s nothing to keep her in check.” I let Lisa’s words run through my mind. A complete disregard for right or wrong, or the feelings of others. No sense of remorse or guilt. The ability to charm and use charisma to get what they want.

I could smell plastic people. "A manipulator may use charm to get power. Charm comes easily to manipulators because they are ruthless and have no qualms about hurting anyone," she said emphatically. "So, you kids, it's not because a man is handsome or a beautiful person, he is already trustworthy. Sometimes the ugliest could be the most trusted." Whew! That's very lengthy explanation. And in fairness, she didn't seem to be much of a beast mode right now. I wonder if she's a manipulator too.

he pick up the pillow that I threw to him and harshly smack it to the bed, then he yells and suddenly laughed. What's happening? Why's his attitude became like this. It looks like he don't have conscience. What kind of person don't have conscience?… A psycho. Yeah. He's a psycho. Bullet is a psycho. That's why he's acting like this. There's no normal people would stalked someone they just knew and pretend to be kind. Just Bullet. Bullet is a psycho. Now my questions was answered by my own too. That's why he can hurt me now because he don't have to hide his real identity.

He grabbed my fist as he pulled me closer to him, hugging me tighter. "Asshole," I whispered sarcastically. "Do I look like someone who kills?" I stared on his sandbar eyes. It was hella captivating. He was like a predator that could easily catch his prey. "Might be." I shrugged. "Serial killers are charismatic." "I'm charismatic, huh." He smirked as he wiped his thumb on my lips. I gulped, my throat felt dry. "As if it's your first time getting that word." "It's the first time I heard it from you. It sounded a lot better from your voice."

Charm said before flashing a smile full of her whitened teeth. “Right, let’s go with that,” Reiner replied without hesitation. “What is she like?” Charm asked. “She’s…very hard to handle. She’s very unique and full of contradictions. She’s very selfish but very kind at the same time. She knows what she wants and isn’t scared of going after it. She’s very smart but she can be very ruthless and do stupid things at times. She’s very beautiful…” Reiner said before trailing off. “No buts for that last one, huh? I’m quite amazed that you can say all that with a straight face,” Charm said, clearly impressed as she nodded her head.

And that made him even more dangerous. His power wasn’t just in muscle. It was in charisma. The way he spoke. The way he owned every room he entered. He didn’t dominate with force—he didn’t need to. He manipulated the air, the mood, and the expectations. And in the process, made everyone else feel smaller. If we were in the human world, Damien could be seen as a Casanova mafia, while Alpha Martin would be seen as a serial killer, charming and handsome in an evil way. I felt Alpha Martin’s gaze fall on me.