Naruto Psychopath Killer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I rushed to the room and opened the door, fear gripped my chest as I stared at him, he looked up from the photo collage book in his hand, his sky blue eyes and scared brows with a piercing at the end staring directly at mine, a smirk at the corner of his lips. He wore a red round neck and Jeans that hugged him perfectly. “Wha…” I looked around the small hallway that had Aunt Tiana’s door and James's, it was empty, and no one was coming. “What are you doing here?” All I wanted to do was scream bloody murder at the man in front of me, the same man who killed Nathan. “If you hurt my aunt or cousin I will destroy you.” “Happy to see you too, Kitten.” His attention went back to the book in his ha

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“The fact that you don’t even feel remorseful after what you did makes me so mad zayn, you have killed two people. Don’t you even feel any sense of guilt at all? Are you a psychopath?” “Yes” I flared up and she flinched, “you always keep calling me a psychopath and now I will tell you. Yes I was a psychopath” by now the anger I was trying to contain was already building up inside of me, “at the age of ten, I already tasted the pleasures of killing someone Ayita and do you know how that made me feel? It made me feel so good” A cringy look appeared on her face but I couldn’t care less at this point, I understood why she was angry but I couldn’t take it anymore.

I searched for anything out of place. “If you’re not the killer, why did you run?” Hearing this, he swallowed. He looked like he remembered something terrifying. He started to panic. He could barely get his words out. “Because I saw it. I saw that you’re the killer. You killed my bedridden mother. Then you came to kill me to silence me. Was I supposed to not run and just wait for you to kill me? You’re a psychopath.” I did not expect him to say that. I stared at him in shock and felt so angry that I could barely breathe.

“I’m no one’s property, asshole. Are you after me, until now, because I rejected you? You already have Irene. Can’t you move on?” “Irene? Oh, she was just some toy I played with while I was planning to get you. Also, I thought she was a shortcut to you. She’s naive and... good at bed.” “Bed? Or the kitchen counter?” I sarcastically said as I smirk. “I knew you and your brothers are there that night. I was more thrilled when I knew someone was watching us having sex.” “I have said this a lot of times but I’m saying it again. You’re a psychopath!”

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

He wanted me to be a furniture and he hated that I was much more. I'd never been wanted, and he, despite wanting to kill me, wanted to possess me too, and that fed the twisted part of me, and I felt my desire throb between my legs, and I couldn't ignore it as his body rubbed against mine. He was hot and hard, everywhere. He was so sturdy, it messed with my head. I had to stop this madness. Nicolai was a fucking psycho killer, and I despised him for messing with my head. Holding my gaze, he let go of my throat and brought his hand to my mouth. Then he leaned down and like a goddamn reflex I’ll never understand, my lips parted before I clamped them shut.

He was still whistling slowly, whatever he was trying to achieve with that I couldn’t tell, but it was obviously working and getting the effect he wanted. He had roared at me to sit down. I had seen him shaking with anger that he was trying to control. One moment he was shaking furiously, then the next her was calm and whistling like nothing happened. Psychology taught that such behaviors and people were dangerous. Only killers and psychopaths had them, he was a killer, a psychopath, he was everything that I was afraid of, everything that I was scared that I was going to be, He was the devil himself.

he completes, and I swallow hard, “Yes! Did I do it? No! Would I eventually do it? Yes! Should you provoke me into doing it now? Hella no!” “I won’t ask you again,” he growls, kicking me back to reality. I part my lips to speak, but nothing comes out until his mouth comes on my neck again, and he bites down on the exact place he had bruised with a knife. I scream in pain, my hands and legs fighting to break loose from behind the chair as tears gather in my eyes, “You are the squad leader of Lucifer’s heir.” I cry out, choking on my words. “A killer, a thief, a psychopath… You do terrible things, everything terrible, you are a very dangerous person, and you enjoy the sight and taste of blood,

I shouted, the anger taking over my entire being completely and his face darkened. “Don't you get it? Why do I get to be treated like their own when I'm actually their own? These two hypocrites don't deserve to live. There should be no other Walker in this city except me.” He spat and I let out a scoff. “You're a psychopath that needs help.” “And you're an orphan that's about to join his dead parents.” He said with a sly smirk as he raised the gun to my head and even though we were standing meters apart, I knew if he pulled that trigger, I'd be dead.