Like A Damn Sociopath Novels & Stories

Marcus stated. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous claim. "Some compassion? I doubt that. Your friend is a sociopath."I paused to think. "Actually he is a psychopath and there is no way sociopaths have compassion. He is so annoying and if I had a choice I would not have to spend my night there. He is the worst human being to exist. I cannot wait for this night to end and never see his rude ass ever again."I complained about my anger fuelling when I recalled how annoying Alex was.

I asked, trying to keep my posture firm—the same way I had done my whole life at school to never show weakness. "No, you don't know me, and you don't need to. But I decided to give you a piece of advice, woman to woman." She turned around, crossing her arms and evaluating me from head to toe with disdain. "Damian is a brutal man. He is reckless and sadistic behind closed doors. He uses and takes women in bed like they're nothing but bitches, turns them inside out, and hurts them for pure pleasure. An innocent, chubby little girl like you doesn't stand a chance. You’re going to be torn apart on your first night."

“Good, that's good, because I derive pleasure in pain. You could call me a sadist-masochist.” I'm stunned. “A sadist-masochist?” The word comes out frightfully. Psychopath would be more fitting. That's the right word to describe men like him who derive pleasure in causing harm. Right? Except when I look at him, I don't see a psychopath. An arrogant bastard, maybe. He chuckles, a rich sound that comes from somewhere deep inside him. “You make me sound dangerous like a sociopath.” He pauses, lowering himself to sit on the chair facing me, crossing his legs. “I'm just drawn to pain. Giving it, receiving it.”

Luca’s voice broke through the silence like a crack in a dam. “Damian, wait! I have a favour." *********************

“But we both know what you really are. "Strip for me, Rachel. Right here. I want you bare, helpless, right in front of everyone.” He leaned in even closer, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, “I want to make you mine again, to have you in front of all these people, in front of your bleeding son… so they all know you’ll always be mine.” Damian stepped forward, his face dark with fury. “You’re sick, Victor. You're a fucking psychopath” he spat, his voice shaking with barely-contained rage. “Get your hands off her.”

Sophie gave him a look that could slice steel. Her eyes narrowed, lips pressed, and her brows shot up like she had just witnessed a lunatic enjoying a private joke. “You’re a psychopath,” her eyes seemed to scream at him. “One who clearly gets a thrill out of baffling me.” Damien chuckled, tilting his head slightly with a grin tugging the corner of his lips. “Don’t explode, angry bird,” he said, voice dipped in teasing. “I was just kidding.”

And this attitude of facing your problems and look for benefit in them can help with so many things in life. Just as Maya drowned in her thoughts, Sophia suddenly turned around, held his right index finger and middle finger together, and said mysteriously: "By the way, no matter how your little trouble is solved in the end, I personally suggest that you keep Damian in the friend zone. A lot of people are after him, but he..." "He what?" Maya asked subconsciously without even fully realizing what Sophia was saying. "Nothing. He’s just boring and a little heartless. Don't you think he feels like an advanced AI?" Sophia's blond hair curled in front of her eyes, and she walked briskly back to th

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

He took a wrong turn and instead of using that road that would lead him to the title of a good man; he became what he always feared and earned himself the title of a monster. Over time, he became known as a horror show of a man. And he became known as all those names they would call him, titling him as everything those articles would call him. A monster, and some sort of beast. He was a murderer, a psychotic killer. And his personal favorite nickname off his long list- sociopath.

Gets louder and louder by the moment until that insanity finally comes to the surface, as he screams laughing in between the following curse words. “Sanity? Oh, please! Tell me all about it as I do not know a damn f****** thing about that s**** word. Insanity? Oh, hell yes! That is me and is all about me. I love that word as I love the ring unto it as it pays me to laugh this way and turn my life in this perfect living hell, I never believe I could ever have. Damn those f****** people and in my original world who did nothing but to step unto the weak and take everything of what they think they can just because they are rich and powerful. Damn is this life which I hated and love, as I love ga