High Functioning Sociopath Novels & Stories

"You...you said you want to be normal...you had the chance...why didn't you?" Talking is becoming more and more effort, but I focus on communicating with him as a forn of defense. Kellan is a sociopath. He's able to differentiate right and wrong, to function in a society, and to develop bonds with others. He loved his mother. He has a conscience that I've witnessed several times, and I need to...no. I have to appeal to that. "I never had a chance. You have no clue what I've been through, or what you are talking about."

In his small, off the map, hick town full of imbreds and idiots, as he refered to them, he was the smartest one around. Combine his above average intelligence with his unsual choice of hobbies, and he might be considered a sociopath. Nate knows this, because he has a book on mental disorders and behaviors that he has read cover to cover many times. If ever asked, he would be comfortable classifying himelf as a sociopath. After memorizing the contents of the book, he feels confident in make a diagnosis for bother himself and his father, concerning their mental statuses. He knows that what the things that he does is wrong, but he does these things anyways, because he enjoys them. He feels no r

“Luca?” Maria signed that he put the phone on speaker and he did. “Damian,” Luca began, his tone grim, “I’ve done some digging. It’s worse than I thought.” Damian’s grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?” “These men,” Luca said, his voice laced with urgency, “they’re not just ordinary criminals." They’re part of a cartel—a syndicate that doesn’t play by any rules. They don’t negotiate, and they don’t bluff. If they’ve taken Kiara, it’s because they know they can force your hand. They’ll kill her without hesitation if they suspect even the slightest betrayal.”

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.”

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 why are your brothers psychopaths?" "Random facts on the internet, one day I read that most successful CEOs are psychopaths, just because they have the impulse to do what's necessary even if they hurt people along the way, also they're very good blending in with society." I laughed and give a deep demanding kiss, "So, your brothers can catch my stalker? Do you really believe it?" She was breathless when she answer my questions, "They're freakishly good at anything they set their mind to. Yeah, I think they can find your stalker."

He has scars all over his body, but no one has the gall to ask what happened. Sebastian Sable is last, and is one of the slimiest of the bunch. It’s rumored he works closely with Marcus Novak, though no one knows the exact details of the arrangement. Sebastian Sable is what most would classify as a sociopath. He’s much like Marcus, but without the cunning and subtly that makes for an incredible villain. The five Alpha’s of the High Table were in this room, mingling with the smaller Alpha’s of the country. Their votes were used in the process of coming to a decision, though the High Table had the final vote.

A hungry look in his eyes. As if it were just him and me in the room, I leaned down. "Does your family know?" The automatic withdrawal told me they had no idea. I'd had him pegged as a sociopath. A sociopath who was also someone who enjoyed pain was an interesting combination. Not totally unheard of, but definitely rare. In another casual move, I scratched the edge of my blade against the surface of his skin. Saw the goosebumps rise up in reaction. An almost soundless moan floated through the air. His mouth dropped open the slightest degree.

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.

“But Peter is a potential criminal; he can't just be out there without professional support. Which makes me worry about you. Are you really okay? People like Peter don't feel remorse about anything and can end up hurting even those close to them. You really must stay away from him, or you yourself will be in danger.” I hung up the call on her face, putting the device back on the payphone. I was scared and bewildered; there was too much information for just one moment. Not only that, but I mean, of course I had noticed that Peter's behavior was not normal; his attitudes towards social issues were really marginal, but I thought it was all due to a tantrum or because he was just a troubled teen