A Generation Of Sociopaths Novels & Stories

The witnesses who had been assembled felt visceral revulsion as empathic projection revealed the scope of atrocities which had been perpetrated not through expansion but through personality which had been systematically distorted through choice which had excluded empathic connection to pack members whose suffering had been entertainment rather than incentive for protection. "Speeding up improvement," Master Willem observed when technical analysis indicated that artificial might had merely built upon existing antisocial tendencies rather than creating them, corruption already having acquired consciousness that was bereft of natural pack bond foundation that would have provided immunity agains

This became a right of passage passed from generation to generation. After a few generations, the packs forgot they were part human. They figured after breeding within the race, they were cleansed. There is no room in the new world for humanity. Since the war, there have been six generations. Eight hundred years of a controlled peace. A peace established by fear.

“You think some damn locks can keep that obsessive, psychopath ex of yours out?! He nearly killed you, Maeve! All because you broke up with him! And till now not even the police could give you justice.” “He's a coward, hiding behind the connections of his mafia family. He's the damn fourth son, a complete loser.” I tried not to let the trauma bubble out. “I don't want you to get hurt. If that bastard couldn't kill me once, he can't do it again. So, go back to bed, Anya, I'm okay.” “I hate it when you're right. Please keep your phone close, and call me at the slightest sound.” I glanced at the red scratches on my palm, “Okay.”

I asked her when I saw her face pale I took my knife from my boots and then looked at her "What else did you say to my kids?" I asked murderously "I'm so sorry," she muttered making me laugh Her hands were still on the table and I turned to my dad and asked, "We can get rid of the table and the carpet right?" "Yeah," he said I smirked and stabbed my knife through her hand and into the table and said, "you should have never said anything to my sons because you see I'm a sociopath and I will kill anyone who dares tell my kids that or touch them,"

“You down-right pissed me off with that move, and if you ever disobey me like that again, you will wish I had disavowed you when I’m done. I may be an old, fat bastard now, but I still remember how to make a woman . . . suffer, and would love nothing more than to revisit some of my old memories from before I ‘retired’ and founded this little organization. Are we clear?” It takes a lot to unnerve me—being a sociopathic bitch has its perks, after all. But Zeke somehow always manages to creep under my skin. I do not doubt for a second his sincerity at this moment. “Yes, we’re clear,” I manage to croak out, furious at myself for how weak I know my voice sounds, knowing I am just feeding into his

“It’s not that big a deal.” “Not that big a deal?! Connor, your dad’s a psychopath!” “I think you mean a ‘sociopath.’ And… yeah… probably. He definitely has sociopathic tendencies, that’s for sure. Love of power for power’s sake, and lording it over other people. Total lack of empathy for others. But… no matter how horrible all this sounds, I learned some of the most valuable business lessons of my life from those games with my father.” “Like what?!”

No evidence no crime and therefore it did look like harrasment and profiling. They’re ran by a man they call ‘ Carnage’ real name Daniel Walters , his father ran the club before him and his father before that. But he was more ruthless , more destructive; he was exactly what his nickname described him as. But he was also fucking smart under his watch. Not one of his guys has ever fucked up. Not one of them ever convicted or sloppy enough to leave a trace of evidence behind under his rule they had become untouchable. I remember seeing his picture in the station , they were all up on the wall. They wanted every cop to know their names , memorise every detail about them. They were just waiting t

She was written as a sociopath for a reason. “I’d thought that Easthaven would have learnt it’s lesson after justice was enacted on their Alpha,” he continued. “I’d entrusted the pack temporarily to the younger brother of Alpha James in the hopes that he would nurture Liam to be better than his father was. Clearly, that was not the case. It was not my intention that the children of that generation would be raised to feel the same hatred and prejudice as their parents.”

Flashback : Sebastian My life is built on well-drawn lines and impeccably connected patterns. I'm a man of reason, strategy, and, most importantly, control. This is often accompanied by a seductive sense of manic fixation. Some might say I'm just... a sociopath. A perfect representation of plot holes and uncertain outcomes. A little too black to be grey. Too grey to be black.

"And do not blame me for your actions, you killed yourself while I died fighting. You took the coward's way out." Sophia kept on walking. Apparently the only thing she felt was rage. It was the only emotion that kept her burning. "I wanted to change the world, Sophia," The voice said. "Well, you did, father, you turned the world into a fucking hell scape." Sophia retorted. Anyone who came across her would think she was insane and talking to herself. She was insane but she was not really talking to herself. Her father's ghost had been an unwanted companion throughout her journey. Mason Laurent was a self proclaimed visionary who believed that he could change the world by infecting it with a v