Bloody Cruel Psycho Novels & Stories

Isaac immediately dialed 911 as he made his way to the young woman. Meanwhile, Leonard, completely out of control, lifted Christian by the neck, although he was stronger and taller than him, with an enormous force he knocked him off the wall, began to mercilessly deliver blow after blow, while the man remained in shock, he returned to that eight-year-old b0y who saw his father's brains scattered around the office, the images of Lynda and his father, superimposed in his brain, torturing him. "You killed her, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Despite the blows, he didn't fight back, he had no reaction, it was as if only his body was present and his mind had been abstracted from it, he was l

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

CHAPTER 65 — THE THINGS THAT DON’T WASH OFF The blood didn’t come off. Sienna scrubbed her hands until the skin burned, until the water in the sink ran pink and then clear and then pink again—but the feeling stayed. The memory stayed. The sound stayed. The gunshot echoed in her skull like a second heartbeat. She stopped scrubbing only when Damien’s hands closed gently around her wrists. “That’s enough,” he said quietly. She didn’t look at him. “I can still feel it.”

“WAIT… YOU MEAN A PSYCHOPATH IS IN OUR SCHOOL?!” Casey flinched. Andy slapped his arm. “Jayden, sit DOWN. Why are you being loud? This is the cafeteria, not a stadium!” Jaden ignored them entirely. “Like the psychopathic kid? The killer?” Casey groaned and hissed, “Yes! And honestly, I feel like you’re going to be the next victim.” Jaden tossed his hair. “Please. I look too good to be his victim.” And across the room? The angel looked up.

The men ogled me like I was a treasure freshly unwrapped and meant for their possession, while the women's eyes burned like pure venom. I took a sharp breath, just as I tried to avert my gaze, my eyes caught sight of Madam Morveth, in a blink, she was gone. “A message for the demon!” a little child screamed distracting my gaze, he walked up to the stage where I knelt, then whispered into my face, eyes pierced mine with undoubted certainty. “You shall be haunted by desire…” A quick chuckle escaped his lips. “…and nothing more.”

“They’re watching. The ones trying to block you, they know you’re onto them now.” I didn’t look at him. “Let them watch. Let them try. No one stops me from saving him. Not this time. Not ever.” Marcus sighed. “And the broadcast?” I leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. “Isabel Mays. That’s the name. She’s the only one who’s done what no one else could.” “You mean she’s a… researcher?” “Yes. Neuroscientist. Experimental treatment. She has what we need. And I will find her.”

Varik's muscles began to seize, his body contorting in unnatural angles as the poison continued its ruthless assault. His vision blurred, dark spots dancing before his eyes as his organs failed one by one. The pain was beyond anything he could have imagined, a relentless tide of torment that left him begging for the sweet release of death, his eyes pleading for mercy that would never come. Blaze leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper, his expression one of cold satisfaction. "And you're right, I am a psychopath."

My body… it seems to be heating up, but I feel cold inside. “What have you done to me?” I know my voice is as low as a whisper, but they can still hear me. “Well, the fun is just about to begin. So, I will tell you what will happen to you, Carla. That way, you won't blame me for not telling you everything beforehand.” Wh… What is going to happen to me? No. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to know… “First step is already a success. We have you bruised and stark naked. Your face also looks like that of an overfed pig. It gives me so much joy to see you like this, Carla. Haahaaaha!” Who is this psycho?

Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, blocking our path like a sinister apparition. My heart pounds in my chest as I recognize the man from the bathroom, his face a mask of brutality, bloodied and bruised. A cruel smirk twists his lips, his eyes gleaming with malice and twisted satisfaction. "You thought you could get away with attacking me, huh?" he sneers, his voice dripping with venom. Before I can react, he lunges at us, a gleaming knife glinting ominously in the pale moonlight.

She blew softly on the part of hers hand that felt the pain. Suddenly, a familiar shoe stopped right in front of her. Angel looked up, she could see a tall and handsome man looking at her with a thin frown on his forehead. Him eyes dropped to the wound that Angel had gotten. "Again?" He asked. Him thin lips parted slightly. "This is normal," replied the woman. She tilted hers head slightly. "Did you just come home?" Angel asked the man. "Yes. The lecturer who entered this time was very beautiful, I was really lulled by her," said the man with a happy face. He then took a seat next to Angel.