Like A Damn Sociopath Novels & Stories

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

“Right, Stematography.” “You’re not even sure of the concept,” I parrot. “Tristan… sorry, he-who’s-dead to me is unstable. He’s a sociopath with antisocial disorder. Of course, he has a pattern. Even Dahmer had a pattern.” “We’ve searched every hidden place,” Damon completely ignores my protests and ambles to the center of the room. “What do you see in plain sight?” “I see your stupidity.” “No, I mean plain sight,” he says, popping the ‘P.’

“Don’t you dare say his name to me.” He smirked, cruel. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” I lost it. “God, you’re such an arrogant bastard! Do you get off on acting like you don’t care? On playing the cold, untouchable king? Newsflash, Lucian—being an asshole doesn’t make you mysterious. It makes you pathetic.” The next second, I was against the wall. My back hit the cold surface, his hand braced by my head, his body a wall of heat pressing into me. My breath caught, trapped between fury and something far more dangerous.

People with antisocial personalities are highly impulsive and aggressive, have no sense of shame and are unable to accept or be accepted by society. "I, too, am a sociopath," he says with a laugh. "I have never been born with such things as conscience and shame, and I am very likely to become a murderous criminal because of my ability. Don't you think I'd be better off finding my own kind and using them as guinea pigs to pass the time, rather than doing something worse?" Looking at Madman's dark green eyes and weird totem tattoos, I shuddered. It dawned on me that Madman, if he really was mad, was only as mad as Hansel.

I have been scared ever since morning that I would run into Axel but I actually haven't seen him today yet and it's slowly starting to be more and more obvious that he's not in school. Thank you Mary, sweet mother of Jesus for saving me again and again. "I know, right?" Suddenly, he gulps and looks me in the eye. "Look, Sophie, you're a really great girl and I know you're not that stupid but you do realize that this guy is an asshole, right?" he says and I nod. "I'm very well aware of that fact, Liam." "And you do realize he is a sociopath?" he continues and I frown in confusion.

Even if Damian was gentle but he still was a mafia boss and evilness runs in his veins like blood, he has his other side too which people feared. 'Why do I feel like this possessiveness is going to become toxic' She shook her thoughts aside and took a deep breath closing her eyes. "Let's go, we need to take a shower..." He said normally like he didn't talked like a possessed man before. "You can go first, I need some time for myself..."

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

he rolled his eyes at the thought of Mitch telling Serena with a sweet smile not to call him sir. Serena laughed, " are you getting jealous Alex? Mitch is not what you think he is, he is a gentle man, sweet and friendly". Alex shook his head, he stood up and walked over to where she sat, his hands held her face to look up to him, so she could see the seriousness in his face, " iam a man Serena, I have come across many Mitchs, they appear all sweet and friendly, but their main intention is to get into your pant, I hate that you are too trusting, Mitch wants to fuck you, and that is why he had given you this job, they see people like you who trust quickly to be cheap and an easy prey!"

"I'm perfectly content with my life. I wouldn't change anything about it. I love the thrill of being chased, of chasing. I love seeing fear in people's eyes just as I pull the trigger. I watch them inhale their last breath and fall to the ground. It's empowering and—" "You're a sick fuck," I interrupt. I don't want to hear the end of that. This isn't normal behavior. He's a psychopath. He's dangerous. Damien does all these things. He's killed people before, right in front of me. He's done horrible things, sure, but he isn't evil. He does it simply because it has to be done, but it doesn't give him pleasure. He claims that there's a bad part of him, but I've never seen it. Or maybe he just ne

"A drive it is." The car pulled smoothly out of the parking lot. The Chicago skyline drifted by. "Damien," I said suddenly. "Hmm?" "Why do you like me?" I looked at him. "A person as messed up as me." "Messed up?" Damien laughed. "How are you messed up?" "I'm cold, vengeful, I have a lot of issues." "You went through hell and you didn't just survive. You came out stronger," Damien countered. "That's not messed up, Rosabella. That's power. And that's what I want by my side."