Sociopath Quiz Novels & Stories

By the time he reached the part about Chicago, my blood had begun to run cold. “The Dr said three years ago, Chris killed a boy he was seeing,” Zayne continued, “and that his parents covered it up and sent him to the psychiatric hospital- where the doctor used to work. Dr Smith later realized that Chris needed special attention after some sessions with him, and recommended a higher psychiatric facility, but he stabbed the doctor before they could transfer him. Jer…Chris is a diagnosed sociopath.” My jaw tightened until it hurt. Why am I believing this so easily- at the same time the revelation is shredding my heart into pieces. I should be doubting this, telling Zayne he’s bluffing, but… my

"Your Honor, the psychological evaluation report on Ronald Werther's youngest son, Thomas Werther, has been completed. I believe this report has significant bearing on the nature of this case." The judge permitted him to speak. The psychiatrist took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the courtroom before finally landing on the gaunt, hollow figure in the defendant's box. "After joint consultations among multiple specialists and brain scan comparisons, we have reached a very rare but definitive conclusion." The psychiatrist paused and enunciated each word clearly, "Thomas Werther suffers from an extremely severe, congenital case of Antisocial Personality Disorder. In layman's terms, he i

I expected it " And what's that? What am I now? " I asked her. " You are an obsessed lover who is teetering off the edge of psychopathy. It is not safe for her or you, especially because you are a diagnosed sociopath. I fear the most disastrous things will happen to you both in the name of these feelings that are sure to consume you, if they are left unchecked." she said, making me wonder what she would do or say if she knew what I did a few weeks ago to her former friend who bullied her in high school.

“Luca?” Maria signed that he put the phone on speaker and he did. “Damian,” Luca began, his tone grim, “I’ve done some digging. It’s worse than I thought.” Damian’s grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?” “These men,” Luca said, his voice laced with urgency, “they’re not just ordinary criminals." They’re part of a cartel—a syndicate that doesn’t play by any rules. They don’t negotiate, and they don’t bluff. If they’ve taken Kiara, it’s because they know they can force your hand. They’ll kill her without hesitation if they suspect even the slightest betrayal.”

She look confused. “Some say that you can see who is a psychopath or, at the very least, a sociopath or narcissist by whether or not they yawn when someone else does. Yawning following someone else yawning is supposed to be an automatic response that apparently shows empathy. That’s why they say it is contagious. But, if you can look at a person yawning or hear them yawning and not yawn in response, you are supposed to lack that empathy and those that lack empathy are usually nut cases.”

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table. "I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch. "Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking. "I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.

He took a wrong turn and instead of using that road that would lead him to the title of a good man; he became what he always feared and earned himself the title of a monster. Over time, he became known as a horror show of a man. And he became known as all those names they would call him, titling him as everything those articles would call him. A monster, and some sort of beast. He was a murderer, a psychotic killer. And his personal favorite nickname off his long list- sociopath.

I asked, confused. “Well in case you couldn't tell I’m a sociopath, I know big surprise right?” He smiled ‘It’s fine though it works for me. I don't have to feel things like love or remorse.” “You were so nice to me before, you saved me in the woods. You helped me get to my friends house. I just don't understand.” I asked, my mind was spinning. I still wasn't sure if Syrus was good or bad, or what he wanted with me.

"Salut…" A smiley voice interrupted her but the green coats gave it all away. Do you know that moment where you just decide between being the biggest asshole in the world or to just do the needful because the person you are dealing with might be a potential psychopath and is a complete sociopath, well today was just about to get really shit to be honest. When Azariah realised no one was willing to answer him or even turn around to look at him as if they was going to turn into a fucking pillar of salt he immediately understood.

I just cannot accept it. "Because of how bad they are as people, you are referring to them as evils, and the reason for this is the dreadful character they possess. But are you aware of the one who poses the greatest threat to humanity on this planet? Someone who maintains a pleasant outward demeanour toward you while harbouring malicious intent against you on the inside is a sociopath. This group of individuals is outrageously cruel to the rest of humanity!"