A Generation Of Sociopaths Novels & Stories

She thought about the incident that had shattered her trust in her uncle and the betrayal that had left scars that still burned with raw intensity. She wanted to scream. To tell her uncle to come back to the man he was so she could continue to hate him. How could she hate him now that he was barely human? Barely alive? Sophie’s eyes narrowed, her hand balled into her fist, and her countenance hardened. She wanted him to see the pain he had caused; she wanted to see the expression on his face when he learned he held power over her in any way.

"We have calluses. The Rot could not convince us that apathy was better, because we know exactly what the world looks like when no one cares." I looked back at the fire. "The Keepers of this generation do not have our calluses," I said. "They only know the founding ground. They only know the warmth." Zane was very still. He understood exactly what I was saying. The structural flaw in our perfect world. "A generation raised entirely in the repair," Zane said slowly, "has no immunity to the Rot." "None," I said. We returned to the founding ground on the sixth day. The silver lines in the grass flared to welcome us. The city that had grown around the thinking rock was humming with activity. The

Everything I didn’t even know I missed. I killed someone. Brutally. Yet they’re celebrating. Was it truly so important for me to shift? I knew it mattered to the pack, but this much? I’m starting to feel a little patronized. More than a little, in fact. Why isn’t anyone berating me, shouting at me, or forbidding me from ever doing something like that again? “And the next generation will be stronger and fiercer still,” one of the other lunas declares. “This is only the beginning. This pack will extend through generations to come.”

Sooo … This might be cheating as Six was written in 2016 and doing this is new to me, but here goes. If you’re reading this you’ve finished my sociopath. You made it to the end alive!! If you love him, that’s okay, it’s not a bad thing. Many others love him as well. You’re in good company.

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.

She is the gasoline! Just like Mike and Nick. Dolly said amazed at the familiarity of it all. The expression on Seth and his bikers faces when they realised what was happening amused her. Today is just a demonstration of what we can do if provoked. You see we have numbers on our side, you might not see us but we are everywhere. Importantly you should know that we handle your food, your young, sick and old, we handle your businesses. We are the generation that saw it all, felt it all and we lived with the physical and psychological scars. There is nowhere where you won’t find us, nowhere is beyond our reach. If you ever target another one of us again, these streets will be covered in blood an

Suddenly when she said that he remembered something. ........................... Flashback " I said every dirty one of you, give me your alpha's babies right now !" Gerald The Alpha's of Noren's pack said angrily to his pack. The women started to hand over their Alpha's babies. He started to kill any Alpha child and the mothers were screaming. That's what happens when you have a selfish cruel Alpha as a leader of your pack. He wants to rule forever, no one becomes The Alpha but him, He killed every alpha at his pack before they get bigger and took his rule.

She looked up at the camera with glassy, defeated eyes and whispered: “Thank you for watching me fall apart.” The stream broke every record they had. In the aftermath, Sophia crawled to her mother, shaking violently. “I can’t stop,” she whispered. “Every time the red light turns on… I want to be ruined more.” Lila held her close, but her expression was troubled. The digital monster they had created was now consuming the next generation faster than anyone had anticipated. And it was only getting started.

“My grandfather is the pakhan, father is a Don, I have basically been surrounded by psychopaths all my life.” “And you say it like it's nothing?"

The leaders of this pack are somewhat naive and don’t want to see the worst side of people. I've seen it. I've suffered torture. I’ve had my arms and legs dismembered and then reconnected. Hunters are unscrupulous people and the races have "forgotten" about them. Listening to Sophia talk about them was impressive. The way her mind works is brilliant, her reasoning quick, and she knows how to expect the worst of the worst and prepare for it. "Khalid," I hear Hyperion's voice calling me. His expression is serious. "Can we talk?"