Novel & Cerita Sociopath Quiz

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.

“I think if I remain stubborn, I’ll find a way to get to the truth. Ellie deserves that.” “You’re watching James. That’s why you came early for Thanksgiving,” Gabe said. Zane nodded slowly. “As much as I can. He’ll slip up eventually. Most sociopaths do. He wants attention, fame, and power. That’s what winning means to him. One day, he’ll make a mistake.” Gabe’s respect for Zane Roberts grew. He couldn’t help but admire the man’s patience and determination. Personally, he wanted to kill James for what he’d done to Chloe. He wasn’t sure he could see the bastard again without smashing his head into the ground.

It was soft, full and I really liked holding onto it whenever he was fucking me. “I was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder when I was a teenager. I'm a psychopath. I deal with PTSD. So I was very aggressive and violent when I was growing up. Any slight provocation could lead to my killing someone. I beat up people at school and killed people who annoyed me. It started with me killing animals. I killed mom’s cat.” He let out a small laugh. His eyes were still closed.

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?

Then she brought out the Robert Hare Psychopathy Checklist. They went through the twenty items together. Kai answered honestly, almost clinically. “Glibness/superficial charm? Yes.” “Grandiose sense of self-worth? Obviously.” “Need for stimulation? I get bored easily.” “Pathological lying? When necessary.” “Lack of remorse or guilt? Most times.” “Shallow affect? People say I’m cold.” “Callous/lack of empathy? I protect what’s mine. Others don’t matter.” By the end, Kai had checked off more than half the traits—many at level 2.

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

“I just feel so damn stupid Evet.” “Trust me you are. But in this circumstance, I guess you didn’t have much of a choice. So now that your finally free from the mafia tycoon what are you going to do?” she asks staring at me expectantly. “I honestly don’t even know, I spent months running from the man and he still found me then I fall for him, and he turns out to be a fucking sociopath.” “But are you really all that surprised though I mean come on you just said it yourself the mans a fucking sociopath?”

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.

He said grinning and then added, "Sometimes. A psychopath can be a loyal husband and a lover, a good father and everything that you dream about. Just don't peek into their basement." "Guess you forgot to add that they are also pathological liars and lack empathy." I watched his jaw tighten and his dark chocolate brown eyes staring at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expressions but I sure as hell knew I'd said the right thing to tick him off. And why exactly was I finding pleasure by stepping on his foot? Just when I thought things had taken the wrong turn, his expressions mellowed. I decided to tease him further. "So which type of psychopath are you? Hannibal Lecter or Patr

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.