All Chapters of Sociopath in Love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“It’s somehow strange.”The staircase leading to the second floor is located just opposite the entrance. And facing a crossroads: what to explore first - Leah began to rise again. If the house had a standard layout, then the living rooms were on the second floor, and in this case the first floor would have to wait.Five closed doors plunged her into a slight stupor, since from the outside the house looked much more modest, but the very next minute, remembering the bathrooms, storage rooms and dressing rooms, she exhaled with relief. Knowing her mother, Leah could already be preparing for the assignment: cleaning the entire floor herself. However, there is a significant difference between five rooms and two or three.Opening the nearest door, she saw a narrow staircase, apparently leading to a lonely turret. The dark corridor ended with another closed door.Succumbing to curiosity, Leah climbed the groaning steps and pulled the handle.Closed.She squatted down, leaned forward, touchin

For some time, Leah wandered around the shelves, looking at the used book books full of multi-colored spines: some pretty shabby, with wrinkled or even torn corners, others practically new. And there were even ones that had never been opened, with a crunchy sound pleasant to the ear, as soon as she tried to leaf through one of these.“Your coffee,” Yuna announced in a playfully formal tone, lowering a tall glass goblet onto a special wooden stand. — I hope you like the latte?“Cappuccino, mochaccino, latte, glace - yes, I’m practically omnivorous in the coffee variety,” she walked up to the table and, trying not to make noise, carefully pushed back the chair. The seat turned out to be really soft, and the freshly brewed coffee was so aromatic that it instantly stupefied her.—Where did you move from?- Is it written on my face: “not from here”?— Не совсем, — коротко усмехнулась Юна. — Я живу в доме напротив, поэтому видела, как вы въезжали.— Так мы соседи... Ты дочь Хьюго Бьёрка?—

“The main cultural center of our region,” Neil straightened up and placed a couple of cans of soda and a large bar of milk chocolate with berry crumbs on the tabletop. He looked at Leah and explained with a playful smile: “Roughly speaking, the first four floors are divided into two huge halls: on the right is the theater, on the left is the opera.” Are any of these things of interest?- Not really. Have you worked here before?- Yeah, I worked part-time in the summer.- And no one cares that you steal from the local cafe? And anyway, no locks... You must have very lenient laws.- How to say. Compared to other countries, our crime rate is much lower. Robberies are so rare that many people, especially in the provinces, don't even lock their front doors. Violence and murder are also infrequent phenomena. True, sometimes people go missing, but you saw it yourself - around the forest, the sea. Either they drowned or were chewed up by wild animals. Usually someone finds the remains of bodi

The weekend has arrived. Since early morning, Kayla had been working hard in the kitchen with such desperation, as if she were organizing a dinner party and not one of the invited guests. First I prepared a meat terrine with liver, bacon and pistachios - hoping to surprise with my knowledge and exquisite taste, and now I was fiddling with a sponge cake topped with curd and sour cream. And when she got to decorating the lush top, she suddenly realized that she desperately needed whipped cream.Leah also followed Marcus as he headed to the nearest store, wanting to escape from under the yoke of the domestic tyrant-exploiter for at least half an hour. The excessively fussy mother did not allow her to sit quietly for five minutes, either running on small errands, or needing ears to listen to her and a mouth to assent to every word.A new department has opened in the shopping center under a rather catchy name: “Desperate Prankster”. Scary masks and toy plastic knives with blades extending

— I graduated from school as an external student at the age of fourteen and university in four years.For some time, silence reigned in the dining room: everyone stopped eating and, as a result, making noise with cutlery; the Lagvuri family looked at him with admiration, like some kind of museum exhibit, but of course, not all of them - Leah continued to be in her thoughts, indifferently picking at her food with a fork.- No I do not understand! God, Martisha, how could you not say anything about your son? Kayla howled, turning to his mother. - Yes, you should be proud of him, everyone you meet will comment on how handsome and smart he is.“You shouldn’t attack mom like that,” Neil gently besieged her and, reaching for the pepper shaker, added: “I myself ask her not to talk too much about my successes.” Sometimes the reaction of others is very confusing. And she obviously wanted to introduce me to you at dinner. Am I right, mom?“Yes, of course,” she stretched her lips in confusion an