A Generation Of Sociopaths Mga Nobela at Kwento

Yes, he was a sociopath, but he was a high functioning sociopath. From the outside, everyone could hear the cries and scream of the woman, but they were hopeless, none of them said or did anything. All of them were hopeless, and all they could do was to hope, that one day someone would stop this monster. Would that day ever come?

sorry. Like I've said before, Hitoshi is only the product of this world's rotten society. When scum rule, more scum is born. What do you get when a traumatized and grieving man crosses a society that abandons him and treats him like trash? I'll tell you what! You get what you fucking deserve-... oh, sorry for the reference. "Miles, now you've seen me in such a pathetic state, but I beg of you... I need everything right now."

" Xanthus asked as he leaned back in his seat. He thought about his family's situation. Maybe it was really like what Jepherson said. If he had the ability, perhaps Raeleigh would not have been kidnapped. "Should you kill others, it would be an eye for an eye. You might be able to protect this generation, but not the next." "There is only so much I can care. If this generation was eliminated, there would not be a next generation. My father did not like dealing with officials because they were ruthless and unforgiving. They only care about their personal gain and are usually overpowered by greed. They are willing play dirty in order to get to the top. In the end, they become corrupted.

I will keep this one. The children born here do not rot the way we rot. The grandchildren less still. I have been watching long enough now to see the pattern hold across generations — the further the blood gets from what we did that night in the ash, the more stable it becomes. They breed with each other. They form something coherent, something that holds together without consuming itself. A species. Something that will outlast us. It is only the original six who are dying. The working lives cleanly in everything born after us. It is only in us — in the men who made it, who fed it with what we fed it — that it turns inward.

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

“As if the world doesn’t already have enough suffering, those two clowns wanted to mass- produce fentanyl and distribute it across the city.” I inhale sharply. “That’s insane.” “Not just insane, but needlessly cruel. The two of them checked off all three boxes for the Dark Triad – narcissism, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism. You get a lot of psychopathy in the Bratva, a bit of narcissism, but rarely all three at once. Yes, Vanya and Feliks are real pieces of work, but once I found out their little plan to separate from our Family, I made quick work of Feliks. Vanya fled the state, and I thought that might be the end of it.”

“Scare tactics don’t work with me. I don’t have the disposition for them to have an effect on me. I have no intention of threatening your wife in the future. I think a truce between the Famiglia and the D’Angelo is the logical solution to our problem with the Outfit, and for truce to work, we will have to agree not to threaten or kill each other for the time being.” Phoenix regarded me for several seconds, a sneer on his face. “Are any of you Greco brothers sane?” “What is your definition of sanity?” I asked. “Society regards neither you nor I as sane. We are psychopaths because we enjoy killing. Or are you trying to tell me you feel guilty when you torture and kill?” Phoenix shrugged. “Mayb

by "Experience." "It’s a 'Vulnerability-Check', Avery," Dominic growled, his voice a "Low-Frequency-Vibration" of "Primal-Truth." "The 'New-Standard' is 'Too-Perfect' for them. They think the 'Spring' is a 'Simulation.' They’re looking for the 'Scars' of the $1,000,000 'Contract' to prove that the 'Resonance' is 'Real.' If we don't 'Share' the 'Pain' of the 'Beginning,' they’ll never 'Trust' the 'Infinite'." The Anatomy of the Generational-Audit

The rule is that there is no rule, only the law of the strongest and nothing else. Just like heaven, hell has several floors and the further you go down, the more you lose your humanity and assert your strength. These kinds of people do not consider today's society as their own. No, they created their own world and the police and any authority figures have no business getting involved and they don't. In truth, the worst criminals in the world have never set foot in prison. In the Dark World there are no weaklings, they die even before the start. There are just hyenas, bears, wolves, tigers, panthers and lions.

“Yeah, with my grandfather's shotgun.” “Damn girl. Who was the unlucky bloke?” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down my bottom lip to stop it from quivering. I was a liar when it came to other things, but when it comes to things related to murders, I wasn't a full blown psychopath. I am a high functioning sociopath. Opening my eyes, I saw North’s eyes hovering over my face. “It happened recently at a party in block 24. Promise me you won't call the cops on me.”