Unhealthy Personality Novels & Stories

He was slightly startled and lost his grin. His looks were different compared earlier. He immediately sighed and nodded. “ Yeah, it really is a friendly date.” Our ordered lomi were already served. We talk about each other while eating. He shared some details about himself. He's a Scorpio, same as mine. He is an only child so at an early age he was helping his family. I wish I have that attitude too. That I can do things even though it's not my passion. I no longer want to be forced into something I do not like.

he says and I looked at him confused. "What?! Dante this is Isabella. You two loved each other. You adored her" I tell him. It is his drunk mind talking. "I can't love anyone. I am a sociopath,I am mentally ill,I have ASPD. I was diagnosed with this as child. I hate people, people make me sick, that is how I programmed to be. I am not a good person,I don't deserve love" he says taking another swing of the whiskey. "Okay that is enough " I tell him and take it from his hand.

I needed to do a few things. What things? I wanted to ask him, but I didn't feel I had the right. Colton had his hair disheveled, he was looking for things in my kitchen, he looked like someone else. Another person I didn't like at all. And that made me sad, really sad. Knowing that Colton has a bad side and a good side. I didn't know which side would win out. I didn't know which side I liked. Colton wouldn't tell me his problems, he would leave without telling me anything and come home drunk late at night, I didn't even know his past and I was planning to move in with him. Am I sure what I want to do? Because it's too big a step, just look at the example right now. He always dumps me and le

Contracts with emotional waiver clauses. And then, buried in the middle, something that made my blood run cold. A psychological evaluation. Of Declan. Dated five years ago. I skimmed the clinical language, my hands shaking harder with each line. Patient exhibits symptoms consistent with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Demonstrates lack of empathy, manipulative behavior, superficial charm used to control others. Relationships are transactional. Emotional connections are simulated rather than felt. Recommendation: Patient would benefit from intensive therapy to develop genuine emotional bonds. However, patient shows no interest in changing behavioral patterns. States current approach to relat

I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m the bad guy. I’ve been the bad guy ever since people found out I was cheating on my mate. I know cheating on mates is a bad thing, but I have a high libido. Sally could never keep up and honestly, I don’t find her that attractive. I know she is seen as a saint with her wonderful and forgiving personality. I’m seen as the bad guy, the cheater, the unfaithful one.

“I would rather walk on broken glass, than do that.” “I thought as much.” “You wouldn't be able to run Cross Industries either.” “I would, if you were not such a control freak.” “If I am such a control freak, pigs will fly.” “There.” I pointed at him. “Why do you always treat people with that condescending attitude?” “At this point it's fair to say, you are very hard to please.” “Do you want to know what I think about your rotten personality? You are impossible!!” “Then I hope you don't mind hearing my assessment of your personality too, everything about you is screaming spoiled.”

He enjoyed request. They needed to stand upstanding in an orderly fashion, line up to get food, and consistently follow orders… Van'er had heard from a few proficient finance managers that a portion of the honorable had a weird propensity: they couldn't endure jumble and when something was awkward, they couldn't resist the urge to modify things. To Van'er, this sort of individual was simply exhausted and had nothing better to do. So they would intentionally make a difficulty to consume their brain. He didn't expect that His Imperial Height was such an individual.

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”

If the ghosts pressed their palms to the glass every night waiting for someone to listen. “You think I’m lying?” Jake asked. He sounded calm. Too calm. “You think you’re special? That he loves you? He doesn’t love anything. He’ll break you because that’s what he does. He had tried to kill me once. He was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. He's basically a psychopath.” Jake sat beside me. Leaned forward. His forehead touched mine. Warm. Steady. Good. Everything Hayden wasn’t. “Promise me… Promise you won’t let him get near you again.”

parasitic reliance on Elara’s emotional labor while discarding her well-being, poor behavioral controls. “You’re describing classic patterns,” Kemi said finally, her voice quieter. She closed her notebook, fear flickering in her eyes. This man wasn’t just troubled—he was dangerous. The charming mask hid something empty and predatory. “Kai, I’m concerned. These traits… they point to something deeper. Antisocial personality disorder. Psychopathy. You could hurt people—really hurt them—without losing sleep. Elara especially.” Kai noticed the fear immediately. It excited him. He rose slowly, towering over her as she stood up too, gathering her things with trembling hands.