Naruto Psychopath Killer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I cried out in choked sobs. "Nice? He is nice?" he laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You don't know who you're fucking talking about. A psychotic killer, he and his stupid brother are fucking psychopaths that scare even me, and you're telling me he is a good person?" I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "He doesn't like me..." "Exactly," he said, his smile turning wicked. "He loves you, and you're going to bring him to his downfall."

Shane’s body vibrated as he laughed. “Does it even matter now? It’s done with, it’s behind me and just in case you’ve forgotten, I’ve killed him. He’s not going to do anything to me ever again. I wasn’t scared of him. I was angry, angry at myself for being so weak. Never again. I’ve done everything I can to become as strong as possible. I’ve risen over the bar my father set for me. Now, I’ve taken my rightful place and I sit on his throne. Have you forgotten who I am? I’m the psycho killer who killed his parents. I’m not going to waste my breath trying to convince anyone that I’m a good boy with a battered heart who just wants to be loved.”

I was talking but she continued to speak. “And where did you get that stripper? From a club? Oh, how much did you pay? A thousand dollars?” “It wasn’t sexual intercourse; it was a full misunderstanding.” I don’t know if she cared about my reasoning, but I certainly know she’s not listening. Girls attitude. Better deal with this I’m a psychologist so just breathe. “Congrats babe, you’ve got your success.” The last thing I heard before she cut off. Curious, I checked my account and saw the life that happened earlier before I turned off my phone to get upstairs.

I let out a bright smile. "He literally broke your door with cables in it." "I'm still not giving up on Carolina, and he has anger issues or doesn't want to talk about the past which is totally normal for patients, but something about him is just so... I can't find the word to describe that." "He is a criminal, the world's deadliest as a matter of fact, and you still want to meet him?" "No one just decides to wake up one morning and says he wants to be the world's deadliest criminal. I know he looks scary to you."

I said, spitting on his face with the defiance burning within me. I kicked him in the manhood, and he screamed in pain, releasing me unwillingly. I tried to run out of the room, but he grabbed me by the back of my neck, holding tightly onto it. "You'll kill me, Shaun. I'm choking; I can't breathe," I gasped for breath, struggling to break free. "I want you to die. Any woman that doesn't listen to me will have to die," he expressed in a cold and detached voice. “You're a psychopath” I spat out, biting his hand hard, then I pushed him to the side.

He stabbed his long sword in the ground and put on of his arm on his chest and made it support his other arm he used to pinch his chin as if he was thinking deep for an answer. "Hmm, I wonder why... because it's fun? D'you want to now the number one reason to why I'm doing this? Well, it's fun destroying worlds as I look at the faces of those weaklings be filled with despair! Ahh~, I just loved the feeling how they burst into anger and charge at me and the feeling and sounds of me crushing rheir skulls and then hot blood the splurts out of their wounds! Don't you think so, too?!" He confessed with a very satisfied face of a psychopath. After hearing his answer, Seolurrie lowered her head. Sh

“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?”

I decided the best thing to do was play along. “You act like you’re the one writing the story,” I said, conversationally. “I would believe that, except you’re the one covered in blood. Usually, the guy in charge has others do his dirty work.” He grinned at me. “I like the dirty work,” he said, conversationally. “I’m a psychopath. Diagnosed and everything. I could take medication but giving in to the urges is a lot more fun.” “So, you’re in charge,” I said. “The brains and the brawn of the operation.”

Dylan shrugged, looking at Lucas contemptuously: "Why should I get out of this, I'm not like you Lucas. I feel very uncomfortable when I see your provocative eyes, and so I just want to immediately torture you and see the pain you have to endure.” When Lucas saw Dylan's menacing demeanor, he couldn't help but shiver because he was aware that Dylan was a psychopath capable of murder. He won't give up until he's satisfied with what he's accomplished for himself. Lucas had no intention of turning into a piece of meat and allowing Dylan to shape him in any way he saw fit.

I shut my eyes, moaning at the delicious sensation his fingertips were offering. “Trust me, pet. I have no reason to. I mean, why would I?” he continued gently, making perfect sense. “Why on earth would I take out an entire pack and cover it up like nothing happened? I don't go around killing people for no just cause. I'm not a menace.” “But you're a psychopath. You don't need a reason to do bad things. The world is practically in your fingertips, and you don't care about what is right.”