Novel & Cerita Sociopath: A Memoir Reviews

“All his life you have wormed your way into people's hearts, spreading misconceptions about your brother in the hopes of tainting their love for him. You stole all the affection for yourself, like a leech. Soaking it all in, basking in their praise of you. As if you were worth it. Leaving your poor brother to shrivel in your worthless shadow.” “Wow. Is that how he spun it?” Cash asks, impressed. His casual cheerfulness enrages her. “He can sure turn a tale, can't he? His only problem was he was an endurable bastard, even as a small child. He was hateful, spiteful and malicious. He was born a sociopath and will die one. Without ever have shown true affection to anyone other than himself.” Cas

The leader is also demanding payout for the people that were shot, both the injured and the dead. He hit the couch so hard, yet he didn’t feel the pain. He walked to his room upstairs, barefooted, walking on the broken glasses and bottles on the floor. His feet were bleeding, but his mind didn’t process the pain. ************* Detective Harrison slumped into his office chair, the weight of the case bearing down on him. They have been on the case too long. He wants to get over it already. The light from his desk lamp illuminated the disarray of papers, files, and evidence sprawled across his desk. He reached for the stack of reports that had just come in and placed them next to his laptop, wh

"Schizophrenics with antisocial personalities..." "Yeah," Madman's eyes lit up with interest. "Don't you think he's interesting? Is it worth studying?" My mouth twitched a few times. That's funny. I didn't realize it was scary, that's true. "Why do you have to study him?" "Do you know what a 'sociopath' is? Instead of answering me, he asked a question and proceeded to answer it himself. "People with antisocial personalities are highly impulsive and aggressive, have no sense of shame and are unable to accept or be accepted by society..."

'' He said. ''I'm good, I said'' unsure what his intentions were now I was back in his life. I wasn't sure of anything around him, since the girl right here, the girl I was now was not the girl he remembered. The easygoing girl, liked by everyone, the girl who was his girlfriend. Now I was a girl who went to juvie and killed a guy, that changed me. He acted as if nothing ever happened, or maybe, that was how he tried to fool himself like I tried to fool myself by telling myself I was over him.

On Your Knees (1) Sophia's POV I stood at the bottom step, my silk robe barely tied, heart hammering against my ribs as I waited for Victor. He was my husband’s best friend and the man who had just caught me touching myself while moaning his name through the thin wall that separated our bedrooms.

"I'll make it up to you. Haven't you always wanted to go on a date with me? Once you're discharged—" She cut him off, "Who cares?" She ripped out her IV needle forcefully, blood trickling down the back of her hand. "You can't just treat me this way!" Theodore was stunned. Calista's eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled. "She's everything to you, and I'm nothing—is that it? You just took advantage of my feelings for you… You just used me—" She couldn't bring herself to finish. Theodore felt a tightness in his chest as he suddenly recalled her words in the warehouse. "If you don't love me, plenty of others will."

My messy truth didn’t quite fit that picture. But instead of hesitation, Jaxon reached across the table and laced his fingers through mine. “Then let it ruin me. Because I’d rather stand beside you in the mess than watch you hide from yourself again.” I blinked at him, throat thick. He had no idea what that kind of loyalty did to me. Still, the fear didn’t vanish. The following week, my memoir entries were everywhere. People were dissecting them, analyzing them, writing essays about them. A few Alphas sneered, of course, dismissing me as “another bitter Omega.” But for every critic, there were ten more voices rising in support.

He dragged me here after he picked me from the rehabilitation program Helen got me into. I don't feel like myself tonight, not just because of the way my body feels presently, but everything. It is all happening to me and it seems like it's not me. I would have called it a dream if I never held a toothbrush that was for hygiene and at the same time a weapon with a blade at its end in prison. I would have called it a dream if I was not stripped to be searched and butt naked, I stooped and coughed. It just hits me that as I walk into places I wouldn't have before, that my life has changed. This was happening to me. I sat in a room filled with ex prison inmates and listened as they shared how t

Why didn't I get caught despite all the killing? I got my answers when I met a member of a society that aimed to protect people with a psychopathic disorder. Yes, I have a psychopathic disorder. And that's why I always wanted to kill someone. Because I felt like I was going insane, I visited a psychiatrist. However, I was proven wrong about thinking that the voices in my head were driving me crazy. It turns out that what I am experiencing is not just an ordinary mental breakdown, but rather Psychopath Disorder. According to my doctor, this disorder is characterized by a loss of self-control, causing a person to act like an insane individual and kill someone without hesitation.

"When I ran, he chased me. After that, he threatened that if I kept running, he would shoot me, so I spontaneously stopped. Then, he told me to turn around, he's handsome if you ask me, really handsome, but I think he's a psychopath." "So what?" Evi was getting carried away. "I thought he was going to kill me, but he didn't. He wanted me to be his girlfriend, crazy. Obviously, I refused." Dita said, making Evi shake her head. "So what? When you rejected him, wasn't he angry?" "I don't know. But he doesn't like it when I speak harshly." "That's crazy, Dit. Good thing you didn't do anything to him." "Thank God, God still loves me," Dita said with a nod from Evi.