High Functioning Sociopath Novels & Stories

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

That was this morning; let me forget it. As I approached Lev after he beat the poor senator. He looked even angrier because he was again in his 'no touch' mode. There was a problem with Lev when he got mad; he wanted to kill for no reason. I'm not like that; I only kill when I know I should dispose of a person because he's a nuisance to the security of the Foedus group. But I understood Lev's situation; he's a sociopath but most of the time psychotic too. Aside from that, Lev is my best friend, so I am always on his side, no matter what.

He had no interest in hearing what close playmates Shawn and Zoey had been. "Do you still like Sarah?" Shawn questioned. He wasn't a good person, and under the influence of the Zuckman family, his dark and twisted side rose to the surface, shaping him into a violent psychopath. He felt no remorse for destroying beautiful things and had an unhealthy obsession with destruction. He always used underhanded tactics and never considered the consequences of his actions. He did not care if his actions hurt anyone else. If he were thrown into hell, he would drag someone else along with him.

And you? “Lucius Bernhard,” he introduced himself. His light blue eyes scanned her from head to toe and back again before his thin lips curled into a condescending smirk. — The potential is there. I think we'll work well together. He was short, stocky, with thinning wheat-colored hair, with receding patches stretching from his narrow forehead to the top of his head. Here he is - an example of a biased, self-confident alpha male. One should not expect rationality in actions or self-criticism in thoughts from such characters.

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

He looked up to see, if Sia was following through and he found her attentively listening to him, just like what was expected of her. “ He was arrested right on spot and convicted of three murders...The only thing, that didn't add up, was his lack of any statement. He neither denied the allegation nor confessed to them...He is in Central Jail now! ” Sighing for the nth time, Professor closed the file and slided it towards Sia, giving her a thorough observing look. “ What disorder do you think he has? ” Professor relaxed back in his seat and crossed his hands together. “ Maybe he is a sociopath...I can't say for sure before meeting him personally! ” Shrugging her shoulders, Sia stated honestly

Tiodor Lison sat at his office desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Yesterday’s events had made one thing clear: his victory was assured. On the monitor, he once again reviewed the report on Libia Musso. It detailed every time the young woman had seen a psychologist. He had needed some money to dig deeper into her file, but it only confirmed what he had already suspected. “Depressive disorders, anxiety, all due to a disorganized attachment in childhood,” he read aloud.

‘A game to be savored. The phrase sends chills up and down my spine. Other than that, though, the profile isn’t particularly revelatory. Male, 40’s, rich. Cultured, refined, educated. Megalomaniac. Narcissistic and sociopathic qualities. It could have been describing any number of CEO’s, Wall Street hedge fund managers, politicians, or surgeons – all professions that tend to attract sociopaths and people with God complexes. Of course, I don’t know of any CEO’s, hedge fund managers, politicians, or surgeons who go around stalking billionaires.

“If they were trying to kill me, yes.” “And when you looked down at their body, bleeding and lifeless, how would you feel?” My stomach dropped at the image he painted. No matter what, the body was a person with family and friends that would never see them again. “Guilty.” He pointed his finger toward me. “That’s the difference between everyone else and me. I have no guilt.” “You’re a sociopath.” “And more. The added defect in not seeing that killing is bad. My brain knows it is, but I don’t care. One less creature roaming the earth. Thinning out the herd.”

he says and I looked at him confused. "What?! Dante this is Isabella. You two loved each other. You adored her" I tell him. It is his drunk mind talking. "I can't love anyone. I am a sociopath,I am mentally ill,I have ASPD. I was diagnosed with this as child. I hate people, people make me sick, that is how I programmed to be. I am not a good person,I don't deserve love" he says taking another swing of the whiskey. "Okay that is enough " I tell him and take it from his hand.