Sociopath Quiz Novels & Stories

Marcus stated. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous claim. "Some compassion? I doubt that. Your friend is a sociopath."I paused to think. "Actually he is a psychopath and there is no way sociopaths have compassion. He is so annoying and if I had a choice I would not have to spend my night there. He is the worst human being to exist. I cannot wait for this night to end and never see his rude ass ever again."I complained about my anger fuelling when I recalled how annoying Alex was.

As for the break, I meant not to get bored with her games and decide to hurt Rita. I don't think so, there's little chance of that happening. In my experience, a sociopath does not rest, she is always looking for new things to do. This can be scary because it could in one way or another endanger Rita's life, but only if she feels threatened. Otherwise no. A sociopath likes to play, to make his victim tremble with fear, and ask for mercy. He likes to make others suffer through various tricks. The suffering of others feeds his or her ego in a way that is difficult for us normal people to understand.

Without a word, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the chair nearby. “He’s mentally disturbed, very different from the rest of us,” I whisper, one step pushing me forward. Alejandro raises a brow, confusion etched to his features. I smile. “My brother. . .Mariano. He’s uh. . .a psychopath.” Another stop carries me forward, my hands moving behind me to unfasten my bra. It falls to the ground and Goosebumps spread across my skin when the cool air brushes over my nipples. Alejandro gulps, his eyes blinking twice.

In my previous life, Shirley had accidentally broken my old glasses, so she bought me a new pair. She kept praying for me too. She said I'd definitely predict the exam questions correctly. Wearing the glasses she gave me made it feel like she was right there beside me. In the end, my SAT results were invalidated. The school publicly announced that I had cheated off my classmate, Ian. Why did nobody ever consider the possibility that he cheated off me instead? I kept explaining to our teacher that I had always ranked first in the grade. Why would I copy answers from Ian, someone who ranked at the bottom every single time?

Dita said while looking at her empty cupboard. "I did it," Deg, that voice? Dita quickly turned around to confirm the person, and sure enough, it was Radya the psychopath. "Crazy guy? Uh, I mean, you?" "Yes, I did all this," said Radya, he leaned against the door of Dita's room with his chest crossed. "Why, on what basis did you do this?" Dita couldn't understand this guy. Radya walked towards Dita with a smirk that made Dita retreat slowly and finally stuck to the wall.

“Aren’t you? You do know what a sociopath is, right? Or are you in denial?” She slaps the other cheek. “Say that word again, I dare you.” “Sociopath?” Smack. Again. “Gosh,” I say, laughing low. “You’re getting me so hard.” “You’re a freak, Knox.” “Oh, yeah? Aren’t you? Or do you hate the word freak too?” She folds her arms. “You know what, Knox? You’re right. I get obsessed with solving people’s problems. But you know what worsens it? When the people I want to help don’t want to be helped.”

“If he hadn’t had that plan I wouldn't find out the kind of person you are , I wouldn’t know what you are.” “And what’s that?” “I don’t know, What do you call a person who can’t feel? Who fakes it? A psychopath? A sociopath?” I shrug, He blinks, his expression unchanged. Ice shoots down my veins. I stumbled on it, but I think I’m right. I’ve had a lot of time to think. A man who used me and put me away when he was done, neatly, like any of his games. A man with no close relationships, no friends, no interactions except for business.

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

He was a peak fourth-tier master fighter. There was a faint smile on his face that appeared warm and friendly. The sight of him was very pleasant. However, while he could conceal his true self from many people by assuming this mannerism, he could not escape Zayn. His core values were ruthless, cruel, bloodthirsty, and cold. He was a sociopath who had a thirst for manslaughter. He had killed no less than a hundred men. Jesiah was relieved to see Atlas, so he hastily stepped forward and bowed at him to show his respect.

he said from the other end. “And that prompts the murder?” I asked confusedly. “No, he has an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and also some criminal acts that are caused by curiosity, he is a psychopath. The psychiatrist that diagnosed it, said that it was inherited from someone in his family,” he said from the other end. “Mark, what causes the murder?” I asked impatiently.