Psychopath Clown Novels & Stories

The courtroom had been quiet. Tense and too still. Holding its breath. But the moment the judge said, “The court has reviewed all evidence, including psychological evaluation, financial records, and recorded testimony…” — the air changed. Something was coming. And when the judge continued — “It is the finding of this court that Claire Whitmore not suffering from a temporary emotional disturbance, but exhibits clear traits of antisocial personality disorder, commonly known as psychopathy…” — the room erupted. Not in cheers.

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching.

One of these clowns—short and sinewy with a tattoo of a four leaf clover poking out the sleeve of his white tee and a drooping eyelid that looks more like a birth defect than a sign of drunkenness—weaves into me on his way to the bathroom and nearly knocks me off my stool, sloshing whiskey and ice out of my glass before it can touch my lips for the first sip. I have time to register the clover and reflect that it’s not his lucky day before a familiar dark glee overtakes me. It’s like my mind just slipped from daylight into the Lincoln Tunnel, the echo of spinning tires off the tiles pulling me down through the pulsing lights into the dark place where nothing exists but this asshole’s face bo

Why didn't I get caught despite all the killing? I got my answers when I met a member of a society that aimed to protect people with a psychopathic disorder. Yes, I have a psychopathic disorder. And that's why I always wanted to kill someone. Because I felt like I was going insane, I visited a psychiatrist. However, I was proven wrong about thinking that the voices in my head were driving me crazy. It turns out that what I am experiencing is not just an ordinary mental breakdown, but rather Psychopath Disorder. According to my doctor, this disorder is characterized by a loss of self-control, causing a person to act like an insane individual and kill someone without hesitation.

I see them laugh over something and not surprisingly though, but their teeth are as yellow as they've ever been. I know how much Logan pays them for weed. The least these f*ckers can do is get a dental appointment. Their breath must be stinking as always too. No wonder why Logan makes me do all of his dirty work. Especially this fourth one. The soberest man out of those four, Adam, is the first to notice me. He alerts his partners and they give up drinking. Except for Clay. Clay, or Cranky Clay as I like to refer him, is that boy whom Charlie saw me beating once. He's in his early twenties judging by his absurd behavior and nonsensical attitude and shitty body build.

I looked at V with tears streaming down my face. "Rosa, I know what you are feeling. But Xavier is really a dangerous man. He is a PSYCHOPATH, Rosa. He had killed numerous people. He murdered everyone who had ever tried to keep you away from him. Being a Mafia is not a big deal but being a Psycho Mafia is one. He had killed my best Agents. Nick, Mark, Rebecca, Jennie, Katherine, Leon and...." I looked up at him. I grabbed his collar in frustration.

CLAIRE's POV I clenched and unclenched my fist as I talked. The slimy bastard. He took pleasure in knowing that I knew of his reputation? A reputation that befitted a psycho? Well, I would tell him what I thought of him. “Everyone knows of your psychotic tendencies.” I ended my rant and looked at him. He had a wide grin on his handsome as hell face, his eyes sparkly. I wanted to lick his lips. Oh shit.

“I changed my mind, I want this asshole to beg, but before you do, I want you to apologize to Cara for what you did to her.” The deputy looked up at Rancid and stared into his eyes. “Fuck you, she was the best pussy I’ve ever had and I’d do it again.” “How did you ever get to be a lawman? What kind of sick fuck pretends to protect the public and then takes advantage of them?” Ashley spoke up, “He’s a sociopath.” “What’s that mean?” “He has no remorse for what he does.” “I see that.” “What you’re doing won’t do any good, you can’t change him or his ways.”

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

I said getting irritated “I like to saviour the moment” “you are not the kidnapper” I stated “I am” he said “nope. You are not the one who stuck chloroformed cloth to my mouth. That guy must have sold me to you” I said as matter of fact. “no one sold you to me” he confirmed “then you are the leader of cannibal group who eats young girls” “errrr. Wrong” “You are psychopath who likes to kill girls” I spoke