Aspd Stories

Avery I know I don't feel things the way other people do, it's like I'm empty and hollow on the inside, I mimic people's emotions, to pass off as normal. A family that came and went when I reached the age of 18. I barely remember my father and mother's face, when it's not through a phone screen. I have worked too hard to lose my place, and when I'm moved to London for a more permanent position for my law company. Leaving me in search of a new home designer and interior wise. That's when trouble hits my door. A redhead, with fiery green eyes and a bratty mouth who can't seem to keep it shut. Harper Monroe. My little menace. A pain in my fucking heart, if I had one. She fights me at every turn, makes crude jokes, tests me when she thinks I won't break. But then the thing with ice is, it doesn't always break, sometimes it melts. Harper I was trouble, loud, and sometimes though a lot of the time caught in the wrong crowd Mostly it ended up happening when I went to parties, trying to dull the void that sits in my heart now. I am in a constant battle of telling a lie and telling the truth, but the truth never seems to come to the surface, only the lies that I can only hold off on for so long. They think my family is rich like theirs, which isn't a complete lie, at least not until a year ago. They think my boyfriend makes me happy, but what they don't know is it's all a lie. But when a new job surfaces I can't afford to not take it. But that's when the job is to not only design a home and create it, but it's also to work alongside the customer. The cold woman whose eyes pass over me, but somehow when I watch her, she catches me watching her right back, and instead of looking away, she holds eye contact like she's intrigued before she catches herself. I tease her, I taunt her, I test her at every opportunity. I flirt and she snaps, I touch her and she snaps, but when it's the roles reversed. Well that's a different story entirely.

Bronx couldn't say he enjoyed Alto, Georgia. Sure, The Bronx was a shithole (yes, he's named after a county, shut the fuck up), but it was a shithole he was familiar with. And it actually had stuff to do, like the old arcade five minutes away from their old house. Or, you know, the entirety of New York Damn City. Sure, his family was broke as fuck, but it was cool to walk around. The only reason they had moved was for his kid sister, Brooklyn. His Aunt Queenie (named after Queens) had hunted down a renowned developmental pediatrician in Middle of Nowhere, Georgia. Most of his arguments had vanished at that; while he was happy (as happy as he was capable of being, at least), they had been looking for someone to help Brooklyn (in his family, it was just a recurring theme to hate your children enough to name them after landmarks). If you hadn't guessed already, he's not an honest guy. "Down on their luck" didn't fit, since they'd never had any luck to begin with. Aunt Queenie worked her ass off as a secretary at an entertainment agency in NYC, and while it paid well, this country was in shambles, and so was the pricing system. Had to tap your 401(k) to keep a roof over your head. His aunt knew what he did at night; she didn't like it, but she turned the other way when she saw the first stack of cash he dropped onto their old, rickety dining table. Though his dubious income helped them breathe a little, it didn't stop her worry from shifting from finances to her wayward nephew. His trashy (affectionate) aunt loved him, and he loved her, but Brooklyn was the light of his life; he would have ended up in a ditch long ago if they hadn't been waiting for him at home. The first week was fine; whatever, really. He got his info packet from Alto High School. His busmate was some girl named Ashlyn; there were two other new kids besides him, and he would start in three days. Mundane shit. He never could have guessed what would happen on that trip to Savannah.

What if JD never killed anyone? What if he was just some poor bloke with a shit ton of trauma, a hella stigmatised personality disorder, and a crying need for therapy? I present to you - *drumroll* - a canon divergence Heathers fanfic with unproblematic JDronica! {Credit for cover art goes to Satmolly on Tumblr}

In her early 20s, Nirvana confirms once more that she will never fit in, not that she tries to. Understanding that she will always be seen as the brutally honest person, she decides to face the world in her own way. Meeting Charlie is seen at first as an ordinary thing, but behind his innocent face, lies Nirvana's biggest fear. A thrilling story of a mentally ill young writer, struggling to understand the frightening mysteries of her own mind and the constant adrenaline rushing through her veins. Can you guess from which illness she suffers? After all, minds are never quiet.

Seraph is in love with a sociopath. a sex crazed, obsessive, possessive sociopath. this is how it plays out. !!tw!! a lot of smut bondage abuse stalker behavior daddy issues

The CEO of the year has her own beauty but she's also known as a psychopath. She has a disease was known as ASPD or Antisocial Personality Disorder and she met her crush again who being an idol under her own company. But a guy who has the same condition as her also met her after some cases. " It will be pain Really Really Bad~" said Ayla with an excitement in her smiles. #TimsBetterTogether Love is like a game of tic-tac-toe, Waiting constantly for X and O

Idk I let out my feelings in this

Two years ago, Liana Greyves used to live a life of messing around and partying until the day of her father's death and she realised that there was more to life than the one she'd been living so she turned her life around scoring A-grades and improving in all her sciences for she wishes nobody has to go through the horrid things her mum and brother witnessed. One thing she's promised herself is that on this redo she won't tell one about and more importantly her new dream to be a psychologist. Zachary Burns is the heir to family business has the condition of ASPD where he lacks empathy, the mental disease has left him yearning for love but he isn't great at interacting with others. What happened when fate brings Liana to locked away by him?

Warning: This book can be triggering to some individuals. This book will contain explicit material such as violence, rape, sensitive topics related to LGBTQIA+ experiences, neglect, child abuse, racism, homophobia.)

A more educated version of an old series I wrote. You are looking in on a writer looking in on narrator looking in on a person with DID. Felicia is that person. So are several others. Conflict, guilt, confusion, and a lack of identity is completely ruining their life. Oh, and now they've all gotta have crushes!?

H-h-h-h-hi.. UwU T-t-t-th-thi-this is my second story. O-OwO S-sso p-please be n-n-nice sin-since I-I'm not really good at writing. UwU This story is about VERY shy (anxiety ball OWO) Y/N who meets William Afton (from FNaF his like the hot killer from FNaF yeah) and they instantly fall in love. But what will happen since they both are br-brocken. :((((((((( UwU Ejoy OwO!=!?!?!?!?!??! T-this is v-v-v-ery se-sewious

In the dystopian world of the year 2208, something needs to change. The totalitarian government of Amaret, a sprawling country comprising all of former North and Central America, has discovered revolutionary techniques to screen for mental disorders in brain scans and DNA tests. There's only one problem with that -- instead of using this breakthrough for good, they've been rounding up and executing Amaretians with psychological conditions. No one has ever even considered fighting back. The latest batch of Anomalies won't accept their fate so easily, but escape is impossible... right? 47 is the first book in the Scopophobia series.

based on anti-social personality disorder

an oc + potential lore drops written by me TRIGGER WARNING; psych abuse, SA, lobotomy, homicide, etc

For the first few months after the fall of Amaret, things were settling relatively fine. Turns out, though, rebels desperate for freedom don't usually think that far ahead. The people of Amaret had never known anything but totalitarian rule, and now, they don't know how to function without it. It has been three years since the Anomaly Revolt, and the anarchist expanse now called Idyll is reeling after a devastating wave of natural disasters brought on by the failure of climate control technology. With most buildings in ruins and nearly all factories long defunct, the inhabitants of lawless Idyll fight each other for resources, land and ownership of the few production facilities in good enough condition to be repaired and restored. In a way, it is the ultimate test of humans' cooperative skills: can the former Amaretians bring civilization back to this forsaken territory, or is Idyll doomed without a government?

About 2 girls and there traumatic everyday life... this is a vent and base on some stuff that happened to me- Not all of it though. It's also based off of me and my amazing love, Natasha. Me being like Keira and Natasha being like viola.♡

so·ci·o·path /ˈsōsēōˌpaTH/ noun a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior and a lack of conscience. - They tend to asked so many times if I'm okay. I said yes, but the truth was not. I hide it with a fake smile and enthusiasm - a mask to be specific. What's the use of telling them though? My mask was fake as they were. Maybe if they're genuine and trustworthy enough, then maybe I'd give them a chance to enter my life. But they weren't, they always leave me alone in the dark. No wonder it was my sole reason as to why darkness became my one and only friend. They don't look at me with pity nor so ever called me crazy unlike them, and specially... her. "You said you'd never leave me because you need me." I glowered staring at those teary soft eyes boring into mine. A shiver traveled through my spine, and I held my breathe to control myself. Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks as she wiped it with her trembling fingers. "I-I did not. I was-" before she say more bullshit, I abruptly cut her off. "You lied." I spat. She balled her fist and clenched her sharp jaw. "I didn't! I stayed with you but you kept pushing me away! I loved you, and I needed you. Didn't you see that?!" Lies. Lies. Lies. I shook my head and painfully smiled. "No. You just said what you thought I wanted to hear. But you left, you broke your promise." Y/n G!P

The diary of a young girl who grew up to be the worlds most prolific psychopath serial killer. Lucy Black.