Psychopath Clown Novels & Stories

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.”

Because until I have Cat and Pedro in my arms, I won't calm down. - Leave it to me, clown! – Melissa nudged my shoulder and joked with me. - I actually like you calling me a clown. – I smiled at her. - I also like you calling me a psychopath from hell. – She laughed. – We're a good pair to take care of Cat and the kids. - You bet we are. – I agreed.

Clark from my previous place of work, who I hardly recognized, introduced himself as my friend to people and visited my previous office everyday even though I had left the school. I looked at him in shock with my misty eyes, and he smiled in a creepy way which made me sweat profusely. 'He is a sociopath,' I said in my head. “Yes, I got delayed in traffic,” he said, and he smiled. “And you should take this. I am not using it anyway,” he said, stretching his hands out so I could collect the electric fan, and I shook my head as the voice kept repeating itself.

Minus Viper’s lips formed a slight smile, but his eyes burned with anger. “I have to apologize. Clearly, I didn’t quite make the impression on you gentlemen that I had intended.” “Now, don’t be too sure about that,” I said. “If your intention was to show us that you’re a psychopath that mutilates his own people due to his own personal fuckups, then let me assure you, message received. Wouldn’t you say, Clutch?”

"Besides its only for Halloween, you can stop looking at me like I'm doing anything weird okay? " I finally gained control of myself and snapped my mouth closed. "Well, what do you want to know from me?" I said in a collective tone, and the excitement returned to her gaze almost immediately. "Well, how do I know he really likes me, I mean... Last year he totally wanted nothing to do with me, but this year he's been helping me out with stuff and more... Clara told me its because I grew tits , could it be true?. " I stared at her speechless once again, why was she saying the most weirdest of things?

’’ Andy gave a devilish smile. ‘‘Dude, if Vickie finds out, be sure to know she’ll have you hanging by the balls.’’ Alonso warned, he remembered Vickie was often referred to as a psychopath by some students at their school because of the time she threw a rock at her ex-boyfriend after spotting him from behind with one of the school’s cheerleaders; fortunately for her, the rock only missed him by a hair’s breadth but managed to bruise his right cheek, which earned her a three-day suspension. ‘‘She won’t know if you don’t tell her.’’ Andy winked at him.

Beckah was a different story. “Beckah is an odd human,” Caiden said as Clara picked out some party snacks from the table. “She’s a psychopath through and through. That’s someone who bullies people to the end of their tether so she can feed them to Azrael. On the surface she seems like a completely normal person.” “I know,” Clara said quietly. “She’s the scariest person because of that. I think this isn’t going to be as easy as I expected.”

He tackled them when the man diverted all the shipping routes, in which he saw their boss. - You think you can avoid... At that time, he again vomited. - I've heard that before. - He said. The green vomit, saying. - You are a loser and failure. When he was covered in green slime, the clown began to experience shortness of breath. He was taken towards the prison breathless and covered in slime with his henchmen, at that time, said before his arrest, having to perform a clowning show for the presidio for a week, naked and covered in green slime monsters, making everyone laugh for a week.

he pick up the pillow that I threw to him and harshly smack it to the bed, then he yells and suddenly laughed. What's happening? Why's his attitude became like this. It looks like he don't have conscience. What kind of person don't have conscience?… A psycho. Yeah. He's a psycho. Bullet is a psycho. That's why he's acting like this. There's no normal people would stalked someone they just knew and pretend to be kind. Just Bullet. Bullet is a psycho. Now my questions was answered by my own too. That's why he can hurt me now because he don't have to hide his real identity.

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.