Sociopath Test Novels & Stories

She cried and broke down. The investigation goes on... "Lukan Sariego is a nice boy, he's always helping everyone here but he has a condition. We secretly made an examination about him and we had only lately got the result. He has an antisocial personality disorder and depression eats him ever since his parents was gone but he managed to suppress it." The Mother of all the orphans answered. "And sometimes, I would find him drinking alcohol secretly. He also had a record of--" The mother trailed off her sentence and grips tightly to her rosary.

"Are you crazy? Why would you say something like that I'm a place like this? Do you have a death wish?" Satake's dull eyes scattered across the room and his cheeks burned. "I came here to get answers. Not to get chastised by you." "What answers?" "I heard witches can do these tests to determine what kind of supernatural they are dealing with. Sort of like a DNA voodoo test. Can you do that?" Satake asked, walking around as he gathered his thoughts. David wondered if it had something to do with what Satake was. The man did seem frazzled. It almost made David puzzled. What exactly did Satake need the test for? What game was the Beta playing?

“You are going to be conducting a test of Sadistic Personality Disorder on Alden. I don't care if it is negative. I want the test result to be positive.” “But that is—” “Man, this isn't your first. I have your back on this,” Atlas assured him with a bright smile.

“This is illegal detention.” Doctor Hughes merely handed them a thick file. “Aretha Santon’s mental state was assessed by three independent evaluators. Each reached the same conclusion, severe narcissistic personality disorder, violent tendencies, and delusional entitlement. She's a danger to herself and others.” Gerard’s face twisted. “We can get better doctors! This… this is just a setup!”

He laughed and snorted. "What exactly are you trying to say?" "He is suffering from ASPD." My brow furrowed as a result of what he said, and he rubbed his head as if he was annoyed with me. "Everson has an antisocial personality disorder. That's why he's so excellent at lying, and why he has no qualms about hurting others."

Sophia slid down the side of the desk, hitting the floor with a thud. “No,” she whimpered. “No, no, no. It was her? It was her the whole time?” The woman in the white uniform clicked the TV off. “Your sponsor, Mrs. Cross, has provided us with your intake file,” the woman said, reading from a tablet. “Diagnosis: Severe delusional paranoia, pathological lying, and a danger to yourself and others.” She looked down at Sophia with cold pity. “The treatment protocol is strict isolation. No phone. No internet. No contact with the outside world. To allow your mind to… heal.”

The room that I was in does not have its own comfort room so I had to use the common in the kitchen. Just when I was about to turn off the light, my attention was caught by the notebook that Rose used to write things about me. In the back of my head, I really don’t want to look at what’s inside as it is not good to know how she evaluated me. But curiosity got the better of me. I convinced myself that what I am doing is just to see if Rose is really capable to help me. I picked up the notebook and turned the first page – ‘Subject # 12 – Shaun East – Possible multi-personality > likely – possible bipolar > likely – possible Hypersexual Disorder> very likely – possible borderline personality di

I asked curiously. He breath so hard and slump on his seat. "Fuck this life. I need to review all my employees profile. I think there's a traitor." I laughed. "Well, you're fucked too." I stopped flipping the pages of the folder that I'm holding. Milda Asuncion. I looked at her picture and it made my chest pump for no other reason. She look sad but nevertheless, she looks like a goddess. "Who… Is this?" I pointed at the picture of her.

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

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?"