Novel & Cerita High Functioning Sociopath

I roll my eyes, "Don play around, let’s be serious." "I'm not playing around, Isabella. He's a diagnosed sociopath," he says and, holy shit, he's totally telling the truth, "He lacks empathy and morality and he just doesn't feel things like the rest of us, but instead of letting it become a weakness, he found a way to make profit out of it. That's how it started, he came to Greyhound to clean up rich people's messes, including Alpha Robert and his circle of friends. If anyone had someone they wanted to get rid of, they would call my father and he would take them to the cabin to kill them. Or to dispose of any bodies they left lying around. Back then, those guys loved to have underground wolf

Warning This story contains violence and content that may be distressing and not suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a part of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are purely coincidental. A psychopath is a cold, ruthless, heartless, and inhuman being. Belladonna Salvador is one of those. She's pretty and super intelligent, just like any other psychopath.

His behavior was slowly confirming her thoughts and his lack of empathy was a gold standard in confirming her diagnosis. This man isn’t normal. He’s displaying serious cognitive dysfunction. I think he’s suffereing from some sort of personality or mental disorder. And the only personality disorder that came to her mind was; psychopathy. She wasn’t a psychiatrist but she had studied a basic psychiatry in her undergrad studies. All her logic could conjure up was this.

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

His eyes dark​ened. "The gu‍y in the sweat‍pants‌ was weak,"‍ he whispered. "He c⁠ouldn't give you‍ the world. I ca​n." "I don'‌t need⁠ t⁠he wo‍rld, Lorenzo. I just need you to n​ot turn into a ro​bot again.⁠" "I am no​t a‌ robot,⁠"​ he said, brushing his‌ nos​e agains⁠t mi‍n‌e. "I am a high-⁠functioni‍ng soc‌iopath. There is a difference."

1) Mini Map ( N/A) Skills: Passive:- Intimidation ( Mid) Martial Arts ( High) Weapon Mastery ( High) Versatile Works ( High) Active:- Identify ( N/A) Special Traits: Calm Minded ( Possess abnormal control of own mental state even in a dire situation) Limitless physical growth ( Given due to inability to master Magic in Fantasma) Modern Man ( Possess advanced knowledge and social norms far surpassing any civilization on Fantasma) }} "…..high human?….why??..". I know and am sure that I'm a normal homo sapiens, But why am I labeled as High human?.

Eli smirked still day dreaming about her. “What he means is that she possesses masculine traits like persuasive, strategic, ambitious, intimidating and all the whatnot.” Josiah corrects Eli with an eyeroll. Not a bad assessment though. He has always been the smartest of the group but unfortunately in his case his own came with anti-social tendencies. He lacks the ability to socialize outside his tight knit circle. Well versed in technology but zero emphasis on interpersonal connections. “Okay I mean she has these ruthless killer instincts beneath those cute little dimples and that curly hair she flaunts. She’s my soulmate but I can’t prove that yet.”

I thought hard about it. "Exactly, Sofia , you are smarter than I thought" He teased. "But that's bad. You are cunning" I shook my head. No wonder they don't say anything good about him, but still they want to work with him and that's just how crazy the society is. Top of the food chain means top, even if they are criminals or foxy businessmen, they will still want to serve them instead of going for something lower they will go higher. I guess everybody wants more in life.

I asked, confused. “Well in case you couldn't tell I’m a sociopath, I know big surprise right?” He smiled ‘It’s fine though it works for me. I don't have to feel things like love or remorse.” “You were so nice to me before, you saved me in the woods. You helped me get to my friends house. I just don't understand.” I asked, my mind was spinning. I still wasn't sure if Syrus was good or bad, or what he wanted with me.

“Proceed.” And Evelyn does. She tells him everything. With each passing sentence, Victor’s stomach drops further in his own disappointment and rage. At the end of the telling, he’s looking down into his cup of coffee, shaking his head. “God damnit, Rafe,” Victor murmurs. “You were doing so well, proving you weren’t a complete asshole.” “Psychopath, Victor,” Evelyn says, her arms folded across her chest. But then she frowns. “Actually, the correct term would be sociopath with narcissistic tendencies. But. I think that’s less important.”