Romans & histoires Psychopaths Charming

“What is it then?” The flickering light played across her hanging boobs, but with inhuman effort I resisted the urge to bury my face in them. “It’s when people like you and do what you tell them?” “Why? Why would someone do what you tell them?” “Because you’re charming and likeable and all alpha.” “No,” said Jenny. “That’s not charisma. You don’t have to persuade people to do what you want. It’s more than that. There’s this movie, Fight Club, have you seen it?”

“That’s okay with me, now I understand why you're known as the charming gentleman.” His face was engulfed in confusion to what he remarked, “Charming gentlemen? Who gave me that nickname?” he inquired. “You don’t know? your employees gave you that nickname, I just overheard it a few days ago.” “I’m not sure about the gentleman part, even my mother tells me that I’m a bit apathetic and harsh once I open my mouth.” Dion affirmed.

"I guess I'm narcissistic, I'm not a man either." He stared. "You being a woman has nothing to do with it." "You should treat me like anyone else who happens to look at you in a wrong way." "I find your sacrificial lamb mentality nauseating." "I'm sure selflessness is hard for you to stomach," I said in understanding. "You think you have me all figured out, don't you?" "Charismatic gangster, who's an introvert at heart? Sexual deviant? A villain with a sad past I refuse to sympathize with? Check, check, check. If you were a subject on my SATs, I'd ace it."

Jasmine sighed, the weariness etched deeper in her face, her gaze shifting to the window, as if searching for answers in the indifferent cityscape. “That’s the thing about BPD, Agatha,” she said, her voice a low rumble, her words a mix of explanation and regret. “It’s like a… chameleon. It changes, adapts, disguises itself to fit into the world, to present a mask of normalcy to those around it.” “Charles has… perfected that mask,” she continued, her gaze returning to mine, a flicker of something like… pity in her eyes. “He’s spent years studying people, analyzing their behavior, learning how to manipulate them, to get what he wants. He is incredibly intelligent, and he uses that skill to get

But everything that Evans has done to me so far, I've enjoyed very thoroughly, so even though he's talking about this as a 'punishment,' I have a feeling I'll like it in the end. Besides, I trust him. There's something so strong and solid about Evans, something that makes me feel safe in a way I rarely have before, and it makes it easy to give myself over to him. "No," I whisper. "But I want to try." His smile widens. "Look at my bad girl, being so good."

It felt like he was ticking off items from a list made by someone who'd never experienced a date firsthand. I stayed on edge the entire time, watching him and picking out as many mannerisms as I could and maybe even a clue or two. He laughed. Smiled. Played the part of a charming man behind expensive sunglasses, and somehow—he seemed normal. Unlike Dante's disregarding persona, Mr. Wentworth looked like someone you'd follow willingly because of how nice he acted. He asked if I was comfortable more than once despite knowing the answer, and he even noticed the little things. Still, I had once watched a documentary about psychopaths and how they mimicked normal human behaviour.

The same man that was in the car during our drive here. He looked friendlier now that he was smiling. Though it was a sinister kind of smile. I couldn’t forget how merciless he had been at the camp. And while he didn’t look as scary as his brother. He had more of a charming and welcoming aura. He seemed like the type of person that would draw you in, make you comfortable with him. You won’t even realize when you’ll let your guard down. But he is always calculating and his attention is on you. When he is sure all your defences are down, he’ll attack you. And you’ll be so lost in the web he has wrapped around you, you won’t know where to start fixing the problem from.

“We will have something to eat first, and then we can see a movie afterwards.” He was quite thoughtful… didn’t they say he was a psychopath. No, how could I forget. He is indeed a psychopath, this is one of their characteristics, they are quite charming, and they only do it when they are out to gain something. Which begs the question. What is Theron trying to gain from this marriage, he had no reason to be married to me, no reason to agree. He could get any woman of his choice, so why me?

"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." I held my cheek as fire raced through my face. "And they would be?" I tongued my cheek from the inside. At least she hadn't gone all the way through. She shook her head. "You don't get to know that yet. Not caring about other people, about the good of humanity, about the state of the human race...it makes you odd. Probably puts you on the psychopathy scale that everyone likes to blabber about. You're selfis

When I see the Congressman, I bite down my repine and grab my wrists to will calmness to myself and wear a blank expression. Christian steps towards me as soon as he enters beside Caleb. I stiffen and meet his unreadable gaze as he inquires interrogatively, "Where's he? Is he feeling any better?" I can't seem to place a finger on this guy's personality at all. He's vile and cunning, yet, how does he manipulate his tone to sound so sincere in one moment and void in another? He's bittersweet with Charles and it irks me. Is it some personality disorder or something?