High Functioning Sociopath Novels & Stories

I already witnessed first hand how cruel and manipulative he was, if I were to let emotions rule my revenge I wouldn't even make a dent any where. If I wanted to take revenge on high functioning sociopath like Xavier and Daphne, I need to start thinking like them. By the time I was calm enough for my hazy vision to clear up. Xavier was already making his way towards me. He looked exactly as he had in my memories—the sharp jawline, that golden boy clean-cut image with topped off with soft black hair, the expensive watch, the eyes that could look so warm while his heart was made of ice. My fingers twitched with the need to reach out and tear off that deceptive s

Someone who parties in preparation of killing someone. "partying would only waste more time... do you..." He stuttered. I admit, it's difficult to understand me. "I should get drunk. She has to take responsibility. No one messes with me and goes scot free. I should celebrate her death before she even dies." I chuckled and gulped more wine. I can be a sociopath if I want too, as long as I fulfill my duties to myself. A deadly Mafia King, no one messes with me.

I decided the best thing to do was play along. “You act like you’re the one writing the story,” I said, conversationally. “I would believe that, except you’re the one covered in blood. Usually, the guy in charge has others do his dirty work.” He grinned at me. “I like the dirty work,” he said, conversationally. “I’m a psychopath. Diagnosed and everything. I could take medication but giving in to the urges is a lot more fun.” “So, you’re in charge,” I said. “The brains and the brawn of the operation.”

He laughed and snorted. "What exactly are you trying to say?" "He is suffering from ASPD." My brow furrowed as a result of what he said, and he rubbed his head as if he was annoyed with me. "Everson has an antisocial personality disorder. That's why he's so excellent at lying, and why he has no qualms about hurting others."

Tests were run and I waited in her office patiently till the results were out. “So, in comparison to when you had your accident weeks back to now, your brain activity has increased so much, and,” She tapped at somewhere on the screen, “Do you see the charting. It's really crazily high. You said you were diagnosed with Sociopathy when you were younger?” “Yeah, I was.” “This,” She tapped at the screen, “Is not the brain activity of someone with sociopathy.” I was confused and I asked, “So, what does that mean?"