Sociopath Quiz Novels & Stories

Warning This story contains violence and content that may be distressing and not suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a part of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are purely coincidental. A psychopath is a cold, ruthless, heartless, and inhuman being. Belladonna Salvador is one of those. She's pretty and super intelligent, just like any other psychopath.

His body was bleeding, and the photos were very bloody. “F*ck!” Jack’s gaze became very cold. However, all the torturers had to have a sin value of more than 60, such as thieves, fighting, and so on. These people usually did not have a sin value of more than 60. For this kind of abuse of a tramp, the sin value would rarely exceed 60. Of course, if the cruelty was extreme and the psychopathy was extreme, it would be different.

"It took you long enough to figure me out,I'm quite disappointed in you,you are so weak" "What do you want?"Luca asked him, looking at himself in the mirror and seeing the way his eyes changed easily. He needed to suppress this side of his before he went insane,not only was he a lover of blood,he derived in seeing him too in pain,he was clearly a psychopath. "I think that question needs to be figured out by you,you created me so you know the reason for doing that ''The other personality said laughing evilly,loving the mind games he was playing with him.

“If they were trying to kill me, yes.” “And when you looked down at their body, bleeding and lifeless, how would you feel?” My stomach dropped at the image he painted. No matter what, the body was a person with family and friends that would never see them again. “Guilty.” He pointed his finger toward me. “That’s the difference between everyone else and me. I have no guilt.” “You’re a sociopath.” “And more. The added defect in not seeing that killing is bad. My brain knows it is, but I don’t care. One less creature roaming the earth. Thinning out the herd.”

I killed my mother and her boyfriend with no remorse and even today I feel nothing. After months of testing, sociopath was the diagnosis. Today they call it antisocial personality disorder. What a crock of shit. The original diagnosis is what attracted Victor. He needed a killer and he found one. I remember checking his bedroom door one night a few months after they brought me into their lives. It was unlocked. How he and Cindy slept with me, the child killer, down the hall is a mystery. The fact is, they never gave me a reason to kill them. Victor knew what I was and provided people for me to kill a year after he brought me into his home. It feeds a need inside me and he knew it.

I'm willing to bet those two men are close to one another, just like my friends and I are. “I think I get to play with him. I heard a rumor that Sidhe peels dicks like bananas. I’d like to try it myself. I heard he learned it from Blood Angel who learned it from Corpse Collector. The Collector is my idol,” he says with false excitement. His face appears to look forward to the idea of it, but his voice is terrifyingly hollow. It reminds me of Doc Fox. So the question is, was this Camden guy made this way like Fox, or was he born that way? Psychopaths are born without emotions or empathy and sociopaths are created as a trauma response to not have emotions or feel empathy. So which one is this

“Yeah, with my grandfather's shotgun.” “Damn girl. Who was the unlucky bloke?” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down my bottom lip to stop it from quivering. I was a liar when it came to other things, but when it comes to things related to murders, I wasn't a full blown psychopath. I am a high functioning sociopath. Opening my eyes, I saw North’s eyes hovering over my face. “It happened recently at a party in block 24. Promise me you won't call the cops on me.”

I killed my mother and her boyfriend with no remorse and even today I feel nothing. After months of testing, sociopath was the diagnosis. Today they call it antisocial personality disorder. What a crock of shit. The original diagnosis is what attracted Victor. He needed a killer and he found one. I remember checking his bedroom door one night a few months after they brought me into their lives. It was unlocked. How he and Cindy slept with me, the child killer, down the hall is a mystery. The fact is, they never gave me a reason to kill them. Victor knew what I was and provided people for me to kill a year after he brought me into his home. It feeds a need inside me and he knew it.

He started teasingly but seeing that Sophia was in no mood for play he continued seriously. “I am NewYork most Successful billionaire. I have much power than ministers themselves in the country. I am every women wild fantasy married or unmarried—.” “Stop praising yourself and tell me what you do , like , dislikes, hobby and details about profession. I didn’t asked you about your illicit affairs!” Sophia said annoyed and Nathan pursed his lips together seeing how possessive she was for him and how jealous she act. “I like Italian food and also horse riding. I hate cheater and liar and well you should know this thing about your husband especially. I am NewYork most feared mafia leader. I own t

I begin carefully, but the care doesn’t last long, “he just tried to kill someone. Stabbed someone so hard they nearly bled out, and you want me to be ‘nice’ to him?” Her lips press into a thin line. “But, he’s not inherently evil. He can… he can change. He’s not a bad man.” “No.” My voice snaps like a whip. The rearview mirror reflects her startled face, and I can see her tensing, bracing herself. “No. He doesn’t change. He’s a fucking sociopath. And the second he gets the chance, he will do exactly what he did today, or worse. He will take someone’s life to get what he wants. And if it’s you in his way? Do you really think he’d hesitate?”