A Generation Of Sociopaths Novels & Stories

So, Miron, what I understand from you is that Sarah actually could not endure the big hole in her family and she kidnapped Rita's mother. You understood correctly. I am sure there are a lot of families like Sarah's as she could have turned to professional help. Sociopaths don't do that. What do you mean when you say, sociopath. I have heard this word before and even connected it with Sarah. I know the meaning but how do you think it applies to her.?

And yet, according to Millie, they turned out to be failed products of Organization V. "I'm only half a generation ahead of them. Strictly speaking, I'm also a failed product. However, I'm good enough to kill you. Besides, the latest generation of cyborgs are about to be born. Once that's done, nobody can stop us! We will take over the world!" Millie said, her eyes gleaming maniacally. "You lunatics!" Frederic yelled angrily, throwing a punch at Millie. A glimmer appeared in Millie's eyes as she returned the punch. The huge force sent Frederick flying.

I killed my mother and her boyfriend with no remorse and even today I feel nothing. After months of testing, sociopath was the diagnosis. Today they call it antisocial personality disorder. What a crock of shit. The original diagnosis is what attracted Victor. He needed a killer and he found one. I remember checking his bedroom door one night a few months after they brought me into their lives. It was unlocked. How he and Cindy slept with me, the child killer, down the hall is a mystery. The fact is, they never gave me a reason to kill them. Victor knew what I was and provided people for me to kill a year after he brought me into his home. It feeds a need inside me and he knew it.

DON VINCENZO’S POV~ “It wasn't always like this, but this generation mafia's birth ruined the brotherhood's real meaning and the greatness of the old ways. You have all softened over time you have never felt the sweetness, the raw power of the mafia, now everyone is a fucking rat, greedy bastard’s everywhere, the mafia where I was a young boy is what I will instil in Tomas but the bitches I married and bore are hell-bent on making my boy! My only boy! Turn soft.

“Right, Stematography.” “You’re not even sure of the concept,” I parrot. “Tristan… sorry, he-who’s-dead to me is unstable. He’s a sociopath with antisocial disorder. Of course, he has a pattern. Even Dahmer had a pattern.” “We’ve searched every hidden place,” Damon completely ignores my protests and ambles to the center of the room. “What do you see in plain sight?” “I see your stupidity.” “No, I mean plain sight,” he says, popping the ‘P.’

With a better feel for who I am, what I like, and the types that would be open to my regimen, it’s ninety, ten on my end. I may never believe that numbers and letters go together, but I’m not some dumb grunt incapable of math. I know when shit adds and shit tracks, just like I know the world revolves around numbers, and we’re more or less walking, talking, statistics. There’s something for everyone. Otherwise, the world wouldn’t spin. And this is where the key distinctions of sociopath versus psychopath come in. My ego is as big as I am, and couldn’t be if it weren’t fed. Long and short, I need to be needed.

"I'm thinking about legacy. About what my parents started and where it's going. Little Sera represents sixth generation of integration. Six iterations of genetic and cultural mixing. She's so far removed from pure vampire or pure witch that those categories barely apply to her." "That bothers you?" "No. But it's strange. My mother fought for right to bond with vampire. I fought for hybrid children's rights. Nora fought for synthesis recognition. And now little Sera will fight for... what? What's next after synthesis?" "Maybe nothing. Maybe synthesis generation doesn't have to fight. Maybe they just get to exist." "Social justice doesn't work that way. There's always next fight." But Marcus h

“It’s a good thing the psychopath of ya’lls group is sterile. Can’t psychopathy be hereditary?” “I don’t share the same sentiment. I wanted a Carley/Ransom blend. Regardless, to answer your question, yes, psychopathy can be hereditary,” Jase replies. I think he is insane for wanting Ransom to procreate. “To avoid becoming like Ransom and Camden, individuals need a stable upbringing and firm foundation. They can become valuable members of society. They are very good at excelling in the business world, especially as executives.” Jase informs me. “Do read the same books Weston has to study for fun or what?”

"You're disgusting." He laughed, the sound causing me to flinch. "Am I? I've always had a problem with it, you know? Keeping the balance, understanding emotions, and finding out what is the proper thing to do and what is not." His gaze slowly fell to my chest. "I grew up restrained by moral values I couldn't fully comprehend." Then his eyes returned to my face, and his mouth stretched into a grim smile. "It's called sociopathy, or so I heard." I moved back, almost leaning against the wall. My heart thundered, but I knew I couldn't let him see my fear. I curled my hands into balls. "You didn't answer my question. What do you want from me?"

Crap. Her quiet, mousy assistant slapped her across the face. “Liar! You think I don’t know what you are?” She resisted the reflex to press her palm to her burning cheek. The slap felt and sounded odd, not quite skin-on-skin. She stared at Mandy’s hand and frowned. Her assistant wore thin latex gloves. Nausea swirled as she digested the significance of that information. No fingerprints. “W-what am I?” “You’re a sociopath. You have no concern for the effects of your behavior on others. People are nothing but tools to you, and if they can’t help you further your own agenda, then you don’t even see them. Knowing that made everything easy for me.”