Naruto Psychopath Killer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

Hunter scoffed, the look of surprise covering his face. “And she didn't blink while telling me that, I think we are dealing with a psychopath here, Hunter” I tapped Hunter on the shoulder and he looked at me. “What do you suggest we do to her? We definitely can't let her out of that cell, she'll only go around looking for more people to kill after she must have killed you by then” Hunter shrugged his shoulder and I quickly gave him a sidelong glance. Was it necessary for him to say that? “Don't look at me that way, she's the one who said that, wasn't she?” He added, and I just rolled my eyes, slapping the top of my face.

He simply did not feel guilty when he did that. “What now? Are you going to run away now that you know that I have killed so many people?” He asked and the look in his eyes seemed like he wanted me to be scared. Anyone in my shoes would. Killian was a psychopath. He also mentioned PTSD. But I was not scared of him. “Why do I have to run?” I held him around his neck instead. “Because I'm so hard right now and I want to fuck you hard.” He whispered and my cheeks flushed red as my pussy clenched.,

The hallucination talked again could feel the anger, disgust, hatred bottling up inside me. How should I explain? To be honest I don feel anything for killing people. I just like seeing their scared faces, begging me and crying for mercy. I love it all, if that makes me a devil. “Then I’ll consider myself as the devil.” I coldly murmured under my breath whilst punching the mirror until it shattered down into pieces. Leaving my right hand bleeding, the pieces of glass stuck into my skin. Covering my face with a bleeding hand, I smiled back at my reflection on the shattered pieces of mirror. “ I love giving pain, I love receiving pain, I’m a psychopath.”

She looks up, catching my smile before I can hide it "You're a fucking psychopath." "Why? Because I love filling you with my cum and watching it run down your legs?" I wedge my hand between us and swipe my fingers along her sensitive pussy. A whimper escapes her but she doesn't push me away. "I think it's fucking hot. And a psychopath would try to push it back inside" "You say that as if you haven't done it before"

“You were pretty convinced that your mate would leave you here weren’t you? That he doesn’t give two fucks about you right?” Kory stared at him with indifference, “In his words, he took me to that party to see if I’d die or survive, I got shot in the stomach and he couldn’t care less. You picked the wrong girl to help you deal with him.” Kory was certain Thane was somewhere rejoicing that he doesn’t have to deal with her anymore. He’s a psychotic narcissist who’s had her way with her, hence done with her. Kory doesn’t want to think about it, in the shortest of time, she has gone through a lot in her own mate’s hand than she ever has back at her home pack.

The hallucination talked again , I could feel the anger, disgust, hatred bottling up inside me. How should I explain? To be honest I don't feel anything for killing people. I just like seeing their scared faces, begging me and crying for mercy. I love it all , if that makes me a devil. " Then I'll consider myself as the devil." I coldly murmured under my breath whilst punching the mirror until it shattered down into pieces. Leaving my right hand bleeding, the pieces of glass stuck into my skin. Covering my face with a bleeding hand, I smiled back at my reflection on the shattered pieces of mirror. " I love giving pain, I love receiving pain, I'm a psychopath."

He was definitely insane. Who did he think he was? Not only was he a murderer but also a psychopath! Threatening to kill my family and I just so I could submit to his stupid and uncultured fantasy? “I'm not a whore! And what's with this crazy arrangement? This…this sadistic and degrading contract!” I shoved him with all my strength, but he didn’t budge. Not even a little. His hand dropped from my chin. His chest pulsed underneath my fingertips, it was nearly electrifying.

“You whined so much about how you hate me and how Dad never loved you, but all this time, you just hated yourself.” “That’s a lie—” “That’s the truth!” My anger explodes. “You hate yourself but you just don’t want to accept it! Now, you’ve shot my friend and you still want to kill me too! You are going to pay for this!” “You don’t get to psychoanalyze me!” “I don’t. You’ve already proven you're a psychopath.” “FUCK YOU!” She shrieks again, the loaded crossbow rattling as she aims it at me once more.

“You killed Katzius. You killed Ambrose and my parents, you sick son of a bitch. So why do you still want me alive?” “We will rule the world, Nirvana. We will be powerful together.” “You mean you and Asina. That’s bullshit. I am nothing. I am nothing like her, the warrior.” But there was something he was not telling me, and I ought to know it. “You are just sick, and you can’t die, and you have to live alone for the rest of your miserable life. The love of your life left you. That must be hard. Wait a second. Did you see our future together, you sick psycho?”