Bloody Cruel Psycho Novels & Stories

He screams, like the pussy he is, and I throw him on the ground. He's tall, I give him that, but I'm still taller and despite the weight I've lost, I'm still stronger. I curse the alcohol and the will and power it has taken me, before I kick the poor excuse of a person on the ground. He shouts. "What the fuck?! Get the fuck off of me, you psycho!" I gather saliva in my mouth and spit it on his face. "You calling me a fucking psycho? You don't fucking know the psycho I could get if you ever get close to her again!"

Purple and ugly, painting across her skin like fingerprints I want to break. My blood boils. My jaw clenches. “Who the fuck did that to you?”

he spat, kicking her in the side before yanking her head up by her blood soaked hair. His black shirt was stained, red bleeding through the dark fabric. Yes. Black. Stained. With blood. You can imagine how much blood it takes for crimson to show through black. She sobbed, her voice trembling so hard that her words barely came out. I clenched my fists. My breath trembled as Ruthless shoved me forward toward the twins and the bleeding woman. The blonde twin, Lucifer, stood silently at the side, his gaze cold. In his hand, he turned a small dagger, tracing the blade with a detached kind of focus, like the weapon fascinated him more than the chaos around.

My blood even splattered right on my face. "Please, I'm begging you. Stop playing with me. Just end this!" I said while crying. "And that's what I was supposed to do earlier, but you're the one who wished for this. So don't be mistaken. In fact, I'm just granting you your wish. I'm generous, right?" Raven said with an innocent and sweet voice, while her eyes were obviously filled with bloodlust, which made it even more creepy. This bitch! She's a psycho! Her craziness is on a whole different level. I kept screaming in pain as she continuously stabbed me in different parts of my body. Until I can no longer move even a finger. My eyelids were already getting heavy and I was already losing too

Blue demanded, his voice going up a bit. “Isn't that what you fucking bloody are? You are nothing but cold-blooded monsters that kill at a whim! And let's not forget what a cruel bloodsucker you are!” I yelled at them, barely keeping my anger in check. It was like a broken dam, as I ended up vomiting every damned thing I had wanted to say to them ever since I found out they weren't humans.

“You son of a bitch! Psycho!” Will gasped and hurled as blood washed down his arm and shoulder. “I’m going to enjoy killing you.” He wrapped his arms around Brown and rolled him over and pushed himself up on top of him before savagely punching his head until the skin of his forehead cracked open. He noticed Brown’s grip on the knife had loosened at the pain at his attack, he then grabbed the knife and directly slit Brown’s throat, causing him to gurgle. Breathing hard, Will pushed himself up and scrambled over to where the gun was and picked it up. “Fucking noobs.”

The force of the psychopathic lord’s tug snapped her shoulder in half, the bone now visible through the gaping wound. The little princess wailed as blood continued to slither from her wound, the pain unbearable. Darkous’ smile widened as he leaned towards the princess, lightly cracking his fingers. He placed the katana onto the large meeting room table, razor-like teeth puncturing his bottom lip as the bloodlust grew. Now, the psychopathic lord was ready to put the girl down, the demon swirling within his mind. Michael continued to watch in silence as Darkous lifted the little princess into the air by her hair, slamming her onto the meeting room table. She squealed in agony as her back conne

Gripped with fear, he reached for his nose, scared to put his hands in his eye socket. This was truly hideous for him. Now, he was a freak, like Nathan described him: a phony old crook! "Stay back from him. I have had enough already; I beg you to kill me." "That’s too easy, Vincenzo; I have never let those who harmed me go so easy. Do you remember my promise to you? I have this unexplained urge for blood, especially those who prove to be hard to get. You see, my doctor has diagnosed me as a psycho."

I smile as I watch her eyes flutter before she starts crying. “You’re a fucking psycho,” she says and I nod as I position myself inches away from her face. My eyes leveled with hers. “You have no fucking clue,” I say before I cut all of her hair off while she screams and cries. “If you were getting out of here, you would be so fucking damaged no man would ever look at you,” I say as I press the scissors to her face and blood pours from her cheek while I cut it. “I want names,” I say and she shakes her head as her breathing catches while she cries.

he asked suddenly. I nodded. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, cursing out loud his legs kicking at the floor. “You are… You are a fucking psycho,” he snarled, pointing at my face. I let him rail. His days were numbered. His blood, if spilled by his own recklessness, would be on the hands of Valentina—and that would only speed Morales’ fall. “Say something, you fucking psycho,” he demanded. I rolled my chair back, refusing to give him the satisfaction. I wouldn’t waste a single syllable on him.