Sociopath Quiz Novels & Stories

“I changed my mind, I want this asshole to beg, but before you do, I want you to apologize to Cara for what you did to her.” The deputy looked up at Rancid and stared into his eyes. “Fuck you, she was the best pussy I’ve ever had and I’d do it again.” “How did you ever get to be a lawman? What kind of sick fuck pretends to protect the public and then takes advantage of them?” Ashley spoke up, “He’s a sociopath.” “What’s that mean?” “He has no remorse for what he does.” “I see that.” “What you’re doing won’t do any good, you can’t change him or his ways.”

Crap. Her quiet, mousy assistant slapped her across the face. “Liar! You think I don’t know what you are?” She resisted the reflex to press her palm to her burning cheek. The slap felt and sounded odd, not quite skin-on-skin. She stared at Mandy’s hand and frowned. Her assistant wore thin latex gloves. Nausea swirled as she digested the significance of that information. No fingerprints. “W-what am I?” “You’re a sociopath. You have no concern for the effects of your behavior on others. People are nothing but tools to you, and if they can’t help you further your own agenda, then you don’t even see them. Knowing that made everything easy for me.”

Tests were run and I waited in her office patiently till the results were out. “So, in comparison to when you had your accident weeks back to now, your brain activity has increased so much, and,” She tapped at somewhere on the screen, “Do you see the charting. It's really crazily high. You said you were diagnosed with Sociopathy when you were younger?” “Yeah, I was.” “This,” She tapped at the screen, “Is not the brain activity of someone with sociopathy.” I was confused and I asked, “So, what does that mean?"

In his small, off the map, hick town full of imbreds and idiots, as he refered to them, he was the smartest one around. Combine his above average intelligence with his unsual choice of hobbies, and he might be considered a sociopath. Nate knows this, because he has a book on mental disorders and behaviors that he has read cover to cover many times. If ever asked, he would be comfortable classifying himelf as a sociopath. After memorizing the contents of the book, he feels confident in make a diagnosis for bother himself and his father, concerning their mental statuses. He knows that what the things that he does is wrong, but he does these things anyways, because he enjoys them. He feels no r

"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 looked up to see, if Sia was following through and he found her attentively listening to him, just like what was expected of her. “ He was arrested right on spot and convicted of three murders...The only thing, that didn't add up, was his lack of any statement. He neither denied the allegation nor confessed to them...He is in Central Jail now! ” Sighing for the nth time, Professor closed the file and slided it towards Sia, giving her a thorough observing look. “ What disorder do you think he has? ” Professor relaxed back in his seat and crossed his hands together. “ Maybe he is a sociopath...I can't say for sure before meeting him personally! ” Shrugging her shoulders, Sia stated honestly

Lucas pulls her closer. “I watched my best friend of years commit a calculated, premeditated crime. And then I watched her play victim so convincingly that I believed every word. Every tear. Every trembling confession.” I wipe my eyes roughly. “I’m a smart woman. I run a successful company. I’m not naive or stupid. But I was completely, utterly fooled. And that terrifies me.” “That’s not your fault,” Derek says quietly. “Sophie is a sociopath. She knew exactly how to manipulate you.”

“I think you’re a psychopath.” He smirks, presses the barrel harder. “I prefer the term sociopath,” he drawls. He pulls the trigger. Click.

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.

" 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