Psychopath Clown Novels & Stories

That was the name he called me, Miss Famous, because I was more famous than him. “I’m fine, just a bit nauseous,” I lied, forcing a smile. “This is one of the worst cases I have ever seen.” “I know, me too. The claw killer strikes again. He is a sick bastard, whoever he is. Look at what he did to this poor guy.” He said, gesturing towards the corpse. “He ripped out his heart, his liver, his kidneys, and his eyes. And he left these claw marks all over his body like he was some kind of animal. What kind of message is he trying to send?”

“What happened? Did your eyes hurt?” I shook my head and replied, “You're handsome face almost blinded me and I subconsciously closed my eyes.” Hearing this, the butler was stunned. In a second, he let out a laugh, making me open my eyes to look at him. “Why are you laughing?” I frowned. “It's because you're funny.” He answered in between laughing, making me look at him flatly. ‘You're making me look as if I'm a clown.’ Of course, I didn't voice my opinion. Who knows, this butler might also be a psychopath especially since he had a psychopath master whom he served since he was a child. I really can't let her guard down in this world that was filled with psychopaths.

Liam said and cut the call. “Bastard” Mr. Smith yelled, throwing the phone on the floor. “What happened boss,” Clayton asked. Mr. Smith was a cunning man who never loses his calm, but today he was shivering with anger. “The psychopath is fucking busy in fucking pussy. He wanted to destroy my plan,” Mr. Smith yelled and added, “Find his weakness. We need something.” “That girl,” Clayton tried to say but was cut by Mr. Smith. “She is a fucking sex toy for him. He had to keep her with him and enjoy her pussy. He doesn't even care for her. “Mr. Smith said, and it rooted Clayton in his place.

She demanded, “Why! Why are you after Juniper and me.” “Well,” the clown chattered her teeth then giggled. “before you, I wanted her.” “You wanted her?” “Yes. Yes, I did.” Agatha inhaled sharply as she knew who this woman was. She paled and said, “You’re the real face snatcher.” The clown’s thrilled laughter echoed the mountain top. “Yesss! I am! Ta-da!” She waved her arms openly. “The one I killed before was just one of your subordinate. She was just imitating you.”

Then they already threw themselves off buildings thinking it was Astro-Star, and then what if he ministered with sex pollen and the new really powerful drug. At that time, when he would turn into a flying pink elephant thought the man in his laboratory fusing chemicals in test tubes, and still traveling... While Poison Ivy, in turn, would have male plant soldiers and mutant babies at her disposal, men who would do anything she wanted in an orgy of uncontrolled sex. Whereas the Clown is a happy world of crazy addicts with wide smiles and not bothering to have children since that would cause total sterilization and thus be on full birth control. Fear eradicated from the world thought the scare

he gently replied to her, taking her small hand in his big one. "I am not sick, you are the sick one, that is why you must let me go, you are a very bad man," she said, hitting him with her free hand. " Let go and eat first before we discuss this, and you look very tempting in your outfit. I've never seen you in something like this before. I will get you more clothes like this one, " he whispered. Clara widened her eyes in disbelief. Her face was already light pink , she glared at him fiercely. What type of man is this? She brought shame to him and frustrated him, but he still wouldn't let her go. Is he also a psychopath?

A loud clap echoed down the corridor and she slowly dropped the body, wondering who the clown was. Allegra raised her head and that was when she saw the man seated in the midst of the smoke at the end of the corridor. He was facing the wall and clapping with an endless chuckling. 'What the fvck is he doing? ' Her wolf asked and she shrugged. She had no idea too. "An insane intruder" She announced with a loud voice and the clapping and chuckling of the man stopped at once but still echoed for some seconds. His husk voice then sounded, "You're exactly as described. Dangerous and brutal in all ways, even going as far as ripping out the reproductive system of a fellow woman, that was my favourit

“You have a friend like Kayla. And you know her. Probably better than I do. Yet, you can't hide what you are. Good job, though. You saved your friend where I'm absent.” The clown smiled from ear to ear. “What’re friends for?” Then the clown’s eyes were perusing through him. “You’re shivering.” He sniffed in. “You smell like medications. And I think I smell your illness. What happened to your beast? How dead is it?”

I clenched my jaw, my eyes filling up with hatred while I stared at the man in front of me, "here's what we're gonna do. First, I'm going to disfigure you, I'll torture you so bad that you'll beg me to kill you. But I won't. I'll cut your dick and feed it to you and then I'll slit your throat. What do you think about my plan?" "No! Please!" He sobbed, "I'm sorry, I really am. Th-this—" his voice broke, "—w-hat yo-u're doi-ng to me is inhuman! You're a psychopath! J-just s-send m-me to j-jail!" "No," my voice was cold, "now, tell me where these other friends of yours are before we proceed."

“When I lost control of the car, my eyes flashed before my eyes. I honestly thought that I was going to die,” She took a long sip of her wine. “I can’t just seem to wrap my head around the fact that someone would just attack me unprovoked,” I had watched the footage—every second of it. And what happened had my uncle’s fingerprint all over it. The more I knew my uncle beyond that carefully maintained cool facade, the clearer it became how mentally depraved he was. If not, psychotic. How Verena fell in love with someone like that left me puzzled. When the police questioned the clown about the motive behind his attack. He simply said he didn’t like her face.