Novel & Cerita Naruto Psychopath Killer Fanfiction

I was punching and punching with no with remorse in my system just pure anger flowing in my blood pumping the hatred for him viciously. He was choking blood out and not to deny my psychoness or anything but I absolutely loved it. Seeing him suffer was my satisfaction. I felt a sudden pull on my body restraining me to hit him anymore. Who does we think it is? Obviously, Narc. The man that likes to be involved in everything that doesn't concern him.

He’ll get what he wants, no matter what we do. “If you still decide to be useless to me or try anything, I’ll just find someone that looks like you. It would be a lot of trouble, but I’ll get what I want even if I have to kill all your relatives and all your friends and forge a billion documents,” he says. I glare at him. He’s a psychopath. Crazy. Sick. Selfish. And there’s no way to win against him. He’s always going to come up with something to force our hand or he’s just going to kill us all.

Author's POV "His name is Arthur Jones. He is a psychopath. He met my sister Naira, 5 years back. They fell in love with each other. Later, it turned out that he was just obsessed with her. He was already married to someone named Julie. My sister discovered his truth, and she was going to leave him . That Bastard killed my sister. I tried to reach Julie and save that poor soul, but he didn't let anyone near her. Now, he is obsessed with your wife." Liana said.

I said, following closely behind him as he rose from the chair. “We’ll see who ends up worse off,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Tell me!” I grabbed his shirt, turning him around to face me. “I put you inside bed, and lots of things happened,” he whispered softly in my ear. My eyes went wide open as he spoke. I snapped, pushing him backward. “You didn’t touch me! That’s what a psychopath would do. You are more twisted, Nick Leister.” “Hmmm, am I?”

Author's POV "Get up..." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up harshly. Tears slipped from my eyes when he placed his gun on my temple. "No matter how tempting you are... I would prefer to kill you rather than fucking you..." He looked at me like a psychopath. "I want to see his face..." He acted to thought for a second. "Or maybe I should fuck you... What will anger him more?" I shouldn't have trusted him. "Kill me!"

Aron wasn't just going to walk away from her that easily. A/N: Hey thank you for reading Book One and journeying with me. This is the End of Book One. Update: Book Two is up. F******k: taniashava I*******m: tanz.v

"I'm warning you." "You're, going, to have, to kill me, first.." I groaned. My leg was burning and my pain signals were going crazy. " You psychopath." "You want psychopathy right? Then you'll get it." Immediately he said that, Noah did the unthinkable. Using his pinky finger, he dug it inside one of the gashes on my leg. I could see his claw sitting pretty as he drove it deeper into my injury. " How's this for psychopathy, huh?"

“So what’s it going to be? Either you be mine… or you die, sweetheart.” Nausea slams into me so hard my stomach twists painfully, my head throbs, and my throat burns. Either you be mine or you die. These are the exact words he said to me that night. The exact fucking words. He’s a psychopath. A real one. He won’t hesitate to kill me. I see it. I feel it. The man who’s supposed to protect me, to love me, to cherish me—he’s the one standing over me with a gun pointed at my heart.

I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings. People call me Psychopath killer... and some say I'm heartless beast! And they're correct with it. But what's funny, Damn women wants to get under my pants! They want my attention , my love and spend nights with me. Fuck ! They think I'm some handsome ruthless warlord of Mafia novels whom they can get just by their shameless flirting acts. Baby reality is cruel than your fantasies, I'm nothing like you all think!

God, it would be so fucking pathetic, and the hunter (me), would become the crushed prey Damnit, why didn't I secretly recorded him last night, so that I can blackmail him if he rejects me I thought to myself, and rubbed my forehead with my right palm, but when I think it through again, it made my eyes widen, cause I actually sounded like some kind of real psychopath for thinking that, a real psychopath that he always calls me, but why should I even care about being a psychopath or not, cause I literally don't know what to do anymore