Explosive Personality Novels & Stories

It was true that he looked at her in a strange and distant way. Jennie continued. “Liam was diagnosed with it two years ago. But his condition has subsequently worsened during this period. Liam was grown up in an unhealthy environment. He witnessed his ex-girlfriend in a gang-bang, betraying him. His mother often fooled around with other men behind his father’s back. His other personality did not emerge out of the blue. Rather, it has been lying low in his body all along. This personality is violent and abhors women.”

space because he literally has bought most of it Personality Traits: Brilliant but impatient with incompetence Calculated risk-taker (sometimes to a fault) Genuinely curious about people if they're interesting Terrible at small talk; would rather sit in silence Dark humor that makes people uncomfortable Protective of people he loves, to the point of obsessiveness Struggles with emotional expression (shows love through action, not words)

“It’s just a little … intense.” I snort. But get it. “He can be a little overwhelming.” I pause, then add — because loyalty runs deep — “But underneath that tough-boy act is a real softy. He’d burn the world down for the people he loves.” Jesse lifts his milkshake in a lazy toast. “It’s always the hot ones that come with an arson-level personality disorder.” Hot ones? Something clicks into place with an audible thunk.

He said finally, his eyebrows ceased together in confusion. My eyes widened in shock, "I remember reading about it. It's short for Intermittent Explosive Disorder, if I remember correctly. It's a behavioral disorder; where a person tends to lose control of themselves when they're angry. People with IED tend to be really violent and dangerous and can be triggered easily. If Ethan has such severe anger management issues then he's definitely capable of murder." We were both lost in thought, absorbing the new information we'd come across when suddenly an angry voice interrupted us.

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”

He had been paying attention to every one of his darling’s reactions, so by now, he could tell exactly how to stroke to placate his ruffled kitten. Sure enough, his kitten unconsciously laid back down docilely, blinking up at him with his blank limpid eyes. Understanding his baby’s unspoken question, Levi elaborated, “Enforcers are known for being overly stubborn and inflexible. Known for… being unable to see eye to eye with people... unable to be reasoned with...” After all this talking in circles, Noah finally understood what this silly-cute brother-in-law was worrying about. He thought that the personality trait that made one into an Enforcer was a negative trait and was worried that peop

the professor's words embedded inside her head which made Ezrene raise her hand to ask something to her professor. “Yes, Ms. Soler,” The professor uttered to her. “Can the aggressive personality harm that person who matters a lot to the calmer one?” she questioned her professor this time. “It might be a possibility because those two personalities might be completely different from each other but there are also possible chances that those two personalities can be attached to a same thing or person in their own ways, so it depends on the situation,” Ezrene received her answer but this encouraged her to ask her professor another question.

“This is illogical, Anthony is used to killing, because he would have no control now. What is happening?" “He has Hulk syndrome,” he said. "Explain better." ask. “Better said…” I had no idea what it meant. “Intermittent explosive disorder.” “Anthony needs you, I’m afraid he’ll do something stupid, hurting everyone,” he concluded. “I had to come here, I’m afraid for my life too.” Part of me was displeased by his clear concern for him, but something bigger inside me screamed. “Help me get out of here,” she said, determined to go and see him.

He sounded very peremptory, turning to me as he plastered the words on my face. "Didn't you say you had no time for me?" I couldn't contain his attitude anymore. "Well, that loud heartbeat of yours is irritating my ears. Control it." He snapped and continued walking. Fuck you. I wanted to slap his head, to reset his memory and make him know he shouldn't treat people like crap. He obviously doesn't look much older than me and he's too fucking arrogant and annoying. His character and personality is so messed up. He has zero human sympathy and is labeled an imperious sociopath, maybe a complete psychopath even.