Novel & Cerita Like A Damn Sociopath

Why is he trying to behave like a damn villain? *** Please vote and comment :)

I feel weak from all the running and crying. "I see you've sobered up." "Excuse me?" "Humans are truly pathetic creatures. They would do anything to escape pain, even though they couldn't live without it." "I don't know who you are, but I should probably let you know that referring to other people as humans makes you sound like a sociopath," I state.

he says and I looked at him confused. "What?! Dante this is Isabella. You two loved each other. You adored her" I tell him. It is his drunk mind talking. "I can't love anyone. I am a sociopath,I am mentally ill,I have ASPD. I was diagnosed with this as child. I hate people, people make me sick, that is how I programmed to be. I am not a good person,I don't deserve love" he says taking another swing of the whiskey. "Okay that is enough " I tell him and take it from his hand.

“You don't understand how obsessed I am with you, Sophie,” “It's your fault for being too perfect,” Now between that psychopath and Lucas, who was the bigger psychopath?

I started, "Some might even call you a block of ice. You might be mean, controlling, scheming and... a total blocked wall to talk to, but still. A sociopath is too much. That can't be right." He stared at me. No words. Then he looked away. Swallowing and wetting his lips for a bit. "No one has ever said that to me," his voice whispered slowly, "No one...no one has ever defended against it so strongly, not even mom." "What?" I breathed. My shoulders sagging low. The meaning of his words sitting tight with me. "Oh no," my voice trembled quietly, eyes stinging. "Oh no, don't tell me... don't tell me they made you-

He questioned as he pulled me into a tight hug and I immediately threw the glass away as I hugged him back firmly. ”I'm okay. They didn't hurt me, they are Damian's men" I murmured against his chest. “I don't care who they are. I'll rip every last of their hearts out" He murmured and I sighed before pulling away. “Goddamn, you killed almost all my men. What kind of monster are you?" Louis uttered as he glanced around and I was surprised to see amazement in his eyes instead of anger. I knew from the beginning that he was a psychopath.

Evil minds, poisonous air .... I like being a sociopath, I am not burdened by things like guilt or love, cause they'll all wash away from my hand, just like your blood when am finally done with you. They said keep your friends close and your enemy closer, but I don't think that's right either... Instead, be afraid of everything and curse your own existence, cause you'll never know when the devil would strike, when the sociopath would hunt you down without stopping, without sparing a single moment of fucking rest.

“-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-” “-ful odors.” Damien burst out laughing at my interjection. “I exude power, you wretch.” “The stench of death? Is that why you have no friends? Because you smell like roadkill?” “You're insufferable,” he said. “At least I'm not the root of all suffering.” “I think you two might need counselin',” Damien observed.

Why stick on me like a disgusting tick? “ You can't just throw me one away as you please Damian. I don't care what relationship is between the two of you. I don't care whether She is your mate or not. I have a habit of destroying anything that I can't get. Damian, if I can't have you, I will never let that bitch have you either.” Alicia spat, a twisted look on her face. Looking at her crooked smile, she appeared like some psychopath who just escaped a mental hospital.

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.