Novel & Cerita Secrets Of A Psychopath

"By making deals with psychopaths? By keeping secrets that put you in danger? We're supposed to be partners, Muna. We face everything together. That's what partnership fucking means!" "I know—" "Do you?" He stood abruptly, pacing like a caged wolf even as they needed to stay hidden. "Because it sure as hell doesn't seem like it. You traded yourself for my freedom. You walked into a trap alone. You've been carrying this secret while some sick fuck threatens you, and you thought lying was the solution?" "I was scared!" The confession exploded from her chest. "I was terrified of losing you. Every second you were in that cell, I was dying inside. And when he said he could get you out—"

And in this case, my own step-sister. It's not like I'm ever going to give him another chance anyway, once a cheater always a cheater. And once bitten, twice shy. It is said that the one who has been bitten by a snake is scared of worms. According to me, the sting of betrayal is as poisonous as a snake bite. Eva is a conniving arse bitch and Ryan is a snake. A deadly python.

When she heard me recounting the incident I had gone through with reddened eyes, her eyes turned red as well. "Oh god… Thank goodness you're back, Roxy! Otherwise, I don't think I'll be able to continue living in this world without you! I can't believe that Parson bastard broke up with that poor woman in this way back then! What a monster! I'm going to file for a divorce with him right away!" Only then did my mom tell me about the incident she had kept a secret for more than 20 years. Back then, she had found out about my dad cheating on her with another woman when she was pregnant with me. In fact, my dad had been cheating on her for a few years by then. The mistress got pregnant at an earl

“It’s not hard to give the police a scapegoat so they don’t look further than we want them to.” Violet stared at him, understanding the full magnitude of what he was saying. “So this is done often?” He cringed again. “Not exactly, but sometimes we’ve had to… paint a narrative to keep our secret safe. It’s not something I or the alpha like to do. He doesn’t like unnecessary killing. Life is precious after all.” “Right,” Violet said, though part of her stomach remain knotted at the implications. “So why is this odd. Maybe he thought a clean-up was better than a break-in.”

The kind that could make them dangerous. Leila leaned back, skepticism gnawing at her. Could her family be involved in something this strange? A secret society? The more she uncovered, the more it felt like the world she thought she knew was a cover for something much darker. Something hidden just beneath the surface of her life. As the hours dragged on and the first light of dawn broke through the window, Leila kept digging. Every click led to more questions. If she was right—if her family had connections to Grossman—this was going to be one hell of a ride.

I got up, adjusted my shirt, and then walked to the living room with Ethan following behind me. “Hey Mrs Donovan, we understand that the shooters who came around left you this piece of paper,” one of the cops said, showing me the paper from earlier. I nodded in response. “Do you have anyone in mind who would do such?” “Or anyone that you told a certain secret to.” I couldn’t think of anyone because the only people who knew my secret wouldn’t send shooters after me. “There’s no one,” I answered. I could feel myself shaking, because what if something had happened to her? I would never be able to live with myself, and tears began to stream down my face again.

“So while my status gives you a career boost, I get to act like a responsible caring man in front of the public, which will help ease the minds of the board and I can get my company back. “Wait, so not only do I have to pretend to be your fiancé, but I also have to be pregnant too, this is crazy. What if you are just doing this because you are a serial killer, and I am your next target “What? do I look like a killer to you” “What you went to prison for a reason, don’t blame me for trying to be curious” “OK, I get where you're coming from with it, but not only does your career get boosted, but you will receive of a hundred thousand dollars every month during the two-year contract and five mil

“Well, to put simply, yes, I do but there is more. My team and I think they maybe into some shady business and it's my responsibility to bring them down.” “Your team?” I asked in confusion. “I am not just a nurse, I am a detective.” .I blinked at her. Just who was I getting myself involved with? All I wanted was revenge on my ex husband and sister and while joining forces with her made sense, this wasn't how I had imagined things to go. The Palmersons were not the greatest people alive but they were still my parents and had raised me. The were the people I trusted with my entire life. They weren't perfect but they were the only ones that treated me with respect when all Celia did was be a bi

Not a laugh exactly, it was more like his brain genuinely didn’t know which emotion to pick anymore. “You’re insulting me?” he asked incredulously. “I’m surviving.” That finally made something crack. A sharp snort escaped him before he caught it and honestly the surprise on his own face almost made me laugh too. Oh my God. The psychopath was malfunctioning. I kept going immediately before he recovered. “And another thing,” I added while gesturing vaguely toward him, “you’re ruining your intimidation factor.” His brows lifted slowly. “How?” “Too much chaos,” I answered seriously. “You need mystery. Emotional restraint. Dangerous silence. Right now you’re acting like a horny Disney villain wit

“You see, Naina… everything started when someone came up with a genius plan. A plan so beautiful, so intricate… and that someone? They are the real evil.” She stepped closer, her voice lowering to a whisper as her words curled around me like poison. “Have you ever heard the word psychopath ? Do you know their traits? I bet you don’t.” Here we go again. Her cryptic nonsense. Her evasive dance around truth. But something about her tone was different this time. A little less taunting. A little more… unhinged. Then suddenly, something sparked in my mind. “The disc.” The words left my lips before I could stop them, and the moment I said it, I saw it, her expression shift.