Like A Damn Sociopath Novels & Stories

“After he turned me, Viktor didn’t just teach me to survive. He made me his companion, his enforcer, his son. For decades we ruled shadows together. I did things I’m not proud of — eliminated rivals, silenced threats, fed without mercy. I believed he was saving me from a meaningless mortal life.” Damien’s voice grew colder. “But he changed. The more power he gained, the crueler he became. He started enjoying breaking people. When I tried to stop him from destroying an entire village for sport, he nearly killed me. That’s when I left for Blackthorn University — to study a way to make our kind better.” He looked at both of them, pain raw in his eyes. “Tonight, when that echo of him appeared… p

“I just wanted to see how he’s doing.” I didn’t buy a word. “You love Sora and would never hurt him? Save it.” He kept going. “I love him. I really do.” I stayed cold. “You should be the last person on earth to mention the word love. You’re selfish and a twisted psychopath.” Damien got defensive. “Don’t judge me.” I stepped closer. “I will judge you plenty because you act crazy all the time.” He yelled right in my face. “I do everything for attention! The whole family always picks you for everything and never remembers me for any work I do!”

Too kind. Not like them. Not like anyone. At the asylum, they labeled me—Antisocial Personality Disorder. Obsessive. Sadistic. I know what I am. I know my mind isn’t right. I talk to myself more than I talk to people. And sometimes... I fantasize about blood. But this time, I don’t want blood. I want her touch. I want her warmth. Her kindness. I want her to treat me like I matter like I’m not just a fucked-up product

“Right? Because if you think I’m doing some shits more than that—” I raised a hand, cutting him off before he embarrassed himself further. “Stop flattering yourself. It’s all pretend. But you screw this up, and I swear to God, I’ll kill you in a way that looks like an accident. Eli or no Eli.” “You’re a sociopath.” He scoffed. “It’s just… insane. What if someone sees through it? Asks how we met, asks your favorite color, your mom’s name or whatever.. what the hell am I supposed to say?”

“What do you want to do? Any judge that will hear this case would rule in my favour. You said you were terrible at singing. I was doubtful and I asked you to prove me wrong, but you ended up proving yourself right and I only pointed out you were right after all. What wrong did I do?” “You said I sounded like a dying goat.” I grumbled before pouting a bit. I can't believe I was acting all cute. But let's blame it on me being sleepy, even though that stopped minutes ago. “But you do.” He said in that honestly of his that I sometimes loved and hated. “I hate you so much right now." I groaned. “You hate me?” There was a shift in his tone in some way I couldn't detect. Is it possible for someone

Angela replied with tears clouding her eyes. “Baby, you have to listen to me please,you didn't even hear me out,can you just listen to me”. Damon pointed out. “Fine, talk to me,what's on your mind?” Angela replied, hands akimbo. “Isn't it interesting,Antonio did that?” “It's not a new thing that a psychopath is behaving like one”. She rolled her eyes. “He…caused all that chaos because of you! You!” He said smiling in a very scary way,as if Angela will get the hint bit she didn't.

Was he planning to hurt someone down there? They all disappeared and I bit my lip. I had no desire to enter the dungeon ever again, but perhaps I needed to hear more about Ravazzani's cruelty to remind myself why I couldn't be attracted to him. The man was a cold-blooded killer. A sociopath. I shouldn't be fantasizing about licking him from head to toe. Yes, that's what I needed.

He had no interest in hearing what close playmates Shawn and Zoey had been. "Do you still like Sarah?" Shawn questioned. He wasn't a good person, and under the influence of the Zuckman family, his dark and twisted side rose to the surface, shaping him into a violent psychopath. He felt no remorse for destroying beautiful things and had an unhealthy obsession with destruction. He always used underhanded tactics and never considered the consequences of his actions. He did not care if his actions hurt anyone else. If he were thrown into hell, he would drag someone else along with him.

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

“Damn bastards! Calling them animals is just glorifying them!” “F*ck! There are so many underage victims! These bastards!” “Raping Mianyang and his pet dog? ! I’m really going to vomit!” “They killed 34 people! What kind of environment could create such a madman?!” “This is too abnormal! This is too crazy! How dare they do such a thing? ! Aren’t they afraid?!” “This kind of people are not created by the environment. They are natural psychopaths! Natural criminals! Hurry up and kill them!”