Secrets Of A Psychopath Novels & Stories

I think I'm going crazy. His laptop from last night crossed my mind, I ran to the bedroom and rummaged through the closet to find it but made sure to put everything back where it was. I looked under the bed, in the drawers, everywhere he could've hidden it but then I found a safe behind one of the paintings in the room. I groaned in frustration, of course, he keeps his things in a safe behind a painting. A classic psychopath. Giving up, I opened the one last drawer and I found a screwdriver. I stared at it for a few moments, and thousands of thoughts and possibilities raced through my mind.

I said for the upteenth time since I got back from the trip. “Well, from the story you told me, he’s totally a psychopath. Trust me. What’s with him? Why do you suddenly mention him?” “I saw him today” I declared. “No way, where and how did you see him? When? Why didn’t you tell me? She asked excitedly. I would love to see the beautiful psychopath my sister wouldn’t stop talking about”. She kept ranting on and on. “Can you slow down a little bit, Pearl? Don’t get too excited. It’s actually bad news” I confessed. I can’t even imagine what will happen if my sister finally get to know what is going on exactly.

Everything was staged to get me to agree with this. Still speechless, my shaking hands found their way to cover my lips. Is it because I'm her property that she'll be able to do this to me? Fuck. This isn’t fair at all. This is not what a normal human does. She's a psychopath, a control freak, and a fucking sadist all rolled into one. I'm beginning to regret questioning her on that particular day. I should not have asked her; now I have no choice but to sign this contract. Shit. She’s a monster just like Nicholas. I can't believe I was duped. Cold sweats streamed down my brow as I clenched my fists to keep my hands from quivering. There’s no way I will fall in love with her. I will never fal

"And I'm supposed to be impressed?" He smiled again. "Well, aren't you? It's not every day that you meet a guy who can be sexy as well as handle the sight of guts and a severed head without throwing up." "I would say the men who are disgusted by the sight of it are actually normal, while you are quite the contrary," I said. Jackson laughed again. "Psychopaths are actually pretty normal." He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement."

I have a secret that seems to be turning me into a psychopath. It all started when someone contacted me who wanted to buy the old house my family lived in until I was five years old, before moving to the big city. Both of my parents had gone abroad to attend conferences, and I was reluctant to take the responsibility of showing people the house. I opened the gate, looked at the garden, hired a plumber to clean and decorate a bit first, it didn't look too bad.

He whispered making her gulp in fear, Her body was shivering badly. He grabs her hand and takes her upstairs, to his secret place. She had no choice rather than following the psychopath in front of her. When they reach a room, her eyes widen in pure shock, this is not what she expected. Every wall was filled with her pictures, her paintings. "I see, you finally unfolded all my secrets. So kitten, how do you like my surprise?" "So Dark, So deep, The secrets that you keep." Next will be updated soon!

Alexis Secrets have a way of coming out ; if you don't cover your tracks properly , trust the wrong people , or have a forgetful nature. If we all kept a diary full of every little thing we did and didn't want the world to know, it would be worth finding once you're gone from this world and moving on to the next. There is a rule with secrets. You have to come clean to the person you love about what you did and pray that they get that it was your past; you don't live there anymore, You have changed, and the same behavioral pattern wouldn't repeat itself because you learned your lesson. Some secrets you cannot tell . For the longest of times I had kept a childhood secret from my own blood . I

She had disobeyed him three times this night; going outside without his permission, bringing that damn cat in his house, and coming down to the basement. Madeline hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was far too terrified. Was this really who Matthew was? He hid he fact that he was a direwolf, he hid the fact that he was a cruel torturer who kept men chained up in his basement, what other secrets is he keeping from her? "Answer me." His gaze was menacing. She began scolding herself for coming down here. "You should've just stayed in bed, you idiot. Everything would've been fine."

I lifted my head as I looked into those amazing blue eyes of his. Mike and I have been doing all this sneaking around for about 2 months now. I have been waiting for the day that he broke up with that gold digger, Maryse. She did not love him like I did. All she cared about was money. I cared more about Mike than his money, plus he was amazing in bed and treated me like I was the only girl in the world. The only thing in our way was Maryse. “Mike how could you!?” I heard someone screech. Smirking, I knew exactly who it was. Peeking my head around the corner, I saw Maryse standing there with a scowl on her face.

Every night, deep in the dark, I had to take care of my own needs. This kind of life left me aching with desire. I even started to fantasize about being pinned down by a strong man and taken roughly. I knew these fantasies were wrong. After all, I was a married woman with a husband. However, the longer this went on, the more my ridiculous thoughts grew. I could not stop them. Hence, I threw myself into my work instead. Then, one day, I squeezed onto the morning rush hour subway as usual. The crowd pushed me into the corner. In all the chaos, I felt something hard press up against my backside from behind.