Naruto Psychopath Killer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Right in my face. “You leaked my private information to your fans! Cleared my savings! Then reported my nestmate to that center filled with fucking brainwashers, and you’re telling me that you don’t want to torture me?!”. “If that isn’t enough torture for you, then please just fucking kill me right now!”. His eyes fill with tears. “Just fucking end me, please! Because I definitely cannot handle any other thing your psychotic brain can think of”. “Fucking kill me already!”.

Then he said something that shook me to the core. “Roger deserved to die for touching what's mine.” That hard expression deepened, a sly smirk dancing on his lip. “He was supposed to die a slow and painful death, but I gave him a quick one because I was in such a hurry.” He spat with so much venom that it made my step falter. He's a killer… He killed a man. He's a murderer. I kept chanting, but instead of me running out of the room to report him, I probably ran for my life because at this moment, he looked and sounded like a psychopath.

He only stopped when I was almost out of air. Writhing in pain, all I could do was sob. Why wouldn't he just kill me and get it over with? Why did he always drive me to the verge of death and pull me back? Why wouldn't he just give me the final blow and free me of this misery?! "How dare you call yourself my mate?" He seethed, crouching beside me. "A Killer. That's who you are. A whore who enjoyed fucking another guy in front of me. Or did you forget how your pussy took in all of Jax’s cock? You've been a bad girl, mate. So it's not gonna be a surprise if other guys have thrust their cock inside you too."

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

Once I was free from my bounds he resumed what he was saying, "you are going to answer all the questions I have for you and your death will be relatively quick and relatively painless. You ignore my questions and your death will be anything but quick and painless." "So I die either way?" I asked. "You would be foolish to think I am letting you out of here alive. Not only did you impregnate my mate, join the sick plan to use me for your own gain and mess with my best friend. But you agreed to my mate's plan of kidnapping my best friend's pups and killing her mate. I won't be satisfied until I have your blood," he growled and this was the end of the line. I was going to die at the hands of a p

But after Papa, after tonight, I don’t have the strength. His footsteps echo as he approaches, each click of his shoes deliberate. He pulls the gun again, the barrel gleaming as he taps it lightly against my forehead. My jaw tightens. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” My voice cuts low, sharp. “Me on my knees. You’re sick. Twisted.” His lips curve faintly, not quite a smile. “You think I’m crazy.” “No.” My eyes lock on his, unflinching. “I think you’re a psychopath.”

It’s like a repetitive circle, and I already knew what would end it—me ending the day with bruises and weak bones. "You're sick and couldn't tell me, so people will think I'm maltreating you, right? You didn't tell me about your sickness, so when you die, they'll say I killed you?" He growled into my face, terrifyingly. The irony of how he was scared to kill me, but he didn’t care about hitting me till I could no longer take it. This man was a funny psychopath.

“Shut up! I didn't! I didn't! I didn't!” She was like a madman who keep chanting she didn't. I couldn't help but sneer. Still not accepting the reality. Still not accepting the real her. “You disguise yourself as a perfect woman and a perfectly good child in front of everyone but behind everyone's back, you were secretly killing innocent people for your fun. You love killing them. You love seeing them in pain. You loved seeing them bathing in their blood. Do you think that Lord God didn't know about it? Tell me, how can you say that you are better than me and why you were curious about what I have that you don't have? To answer that, I'm not a psychopath like you. I'm not someone who mercile

He felt sorry for her sister who lost her life but she had no right coming for his family. “That’s why I am saying that she is just using her sister’s situation as a front, she isn’t avenging her sister, she just enjoys taking other people’s lives. She told me with her own mouth that there were other victims too. She is a psychopath, Luca, she is pure evil, she enjoys seeing people suffer and believes the punishment for any offense no matter how small should be death,” He already knew the bitch was a sicko but what Nora just told him confirmed it all.

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?