Like A Damn Sociopath Novels & Stories

“No? Damien. Let go of me right now or I swear to God I’ll bite your arm clean off.” I huff a laugh. “We’ve been over this, Dot. That’s my exact kink. Though it’d be sexier if you kissed me after.” “You—” she snarls, and something about the expression makes my chest tighten. I don’t like that look on her. I prefer her smiling. Glaring. Breathless. Eyes rolled back. All of them are equally dangerous. All of them are mine. “You’re a psychopath,” she spits. “And I want nothing to do with you.”

That sounds stupid. It's like a lion storing its food for tomorrow. I turned my body to him. Making sure that I catch his full attention. "Listen. People entrust their safety to people whom they can trust..." The two corners of his lips lifted. "...and I don't trust you obviously. Not now. Not never. Not a chance," I said brutally. I didn't mind hurting his feelings. He's a serial killer. A literally sober psychopath. People like him don't understand human emotions. I don't even think he knows what the word remorse means.

If we didn't spring into action to stop him quickly, it would turn out to be catastrophic and there would probably be no option out there for us to stop him anymore. Damien was only going to become unstoppable and dangerous and that would be bad for us and the business world we lived in. He would only cause damages that would ruin many lives. I was sure the devilish fucker was capable of doing that. So long as it would mean he would get all he wanted. Sighing as I snapped out of the moment between me and Sophia, I slowly pulled out of our hug to look at her and she did the same too. “Is anything wrong? You look disturbed” she noted while studying my face and I sighed again. I was indeed dist

"But we can't always have what we wish for, can we?" I tried to walk past him like I didn't care, but he stopped me with one hand on my arm. I jerked out of his grip instantly. No way was I letting this guy touch me. "It's a shame," he said. "I can be a very valuable friend." His smile widened. "The others certainly understand that." My demon hissed, long and slow and furious. I was totally with her. "They're idiots," I snapped, "if they can't see you're just a sociopath with an annoying smile."

Damien hummed but didn't respond, he just went back to reading. We fell into silence again, both of us scanning documents that were starting to confuse me. After another thirty minutes, I threw down the contract I was holding and groaned. "I swear to God if I read the phrase 'notwithstanding the foregoing' one more time, I'm going to lose my mind," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Who even talks like this?" "Lawyers," Damien said without looking up. "Well, lawyers are psychopaths." "Most of them, yeah," he agreed, the corner of his mouth twitching, "But they're very well paid psychopaths."

He looked like a broken icon, all pale skin and trembling grace. "This," I spat, leaning in until our foreheads nearly touched. "This is what I hate the most in you…, your pathetic performance. You’re lying there acting like a martyr on a cross, pretending to be the 'good person' while I’m the monster. But look at the bed, Kieran. Look at your own skin." I grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand down toward the mess he’d just made.

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.

I scoffed and walked outside, acting like rotten bitch. "What the fuck is it that you want?" I asked him directly. When he shook his head. "Nothing. I want nothing from you. I just want yo piss of Kashton. Its the most awarding thing I feel. I love it! When I make him go crazy and when he feels anxious and want to break all the things in his room. I feel rewarded." He acted like a psychopath and then walked on his corridor. Should I follow?

So far, those who have dared to lay a finger on my girls have not lived to tell the tale. Those are the rules of my fucking business. And my rules are always respected. "You're wrong, Samme." In that you are wrong. A devilish, sadistic smile crosses his face. I'm pretty sure some cocaine must have gotten up his nose before he got to the club tonight, which doesn't surprise me. It's about Damm, the man who drinks and smokes like a damned possessed. It is the representation of a perverted sadist and drug addict. I am not a saint, I have never considered myself one, but where my brother steps, the damn grass does not grow.

"She was always a manipulative little thing. I never liked her." "Me neither," Camilla chimed in. "She was always so... fake. And she had this weird obsession with Damian. It was creepy." "I'm glad to be rid of her," Damian said, his voice a little tight. "But it's not over yet. She's not going to go down without a fight." "She's a psychopath," I said. "She's a manipulative and conniving, psychopath. And she's not going to stop until she destroys us. I know it. I can feel it."