Psychopath Clown Novels & Stories

He reached out to touch her cheek, driven by memories, but Libia’s firm rejection shattered his momentary reverie. "Don’t you *dare* touch me again!" she snarled like a wild animal. Tiodor couldn’t help but smile—she looked like a puppy trying to defend itself. "Stop pretending. It’s obvious you’ve missed me," he said suggestively. "No, you’re wrong. You represent everything broken that a mentally unstable woman clings to. I want nothing to do with you—not even professionally." "So now I’m the worst thing that ever happened to you? Always blaming others for your childhood traumas," he mocked.

The clown sang like he was taunting a child with a lollipop. My foot hit a step, the impact reverberating through my shoe and pinching my toes painfully. I winced but forced myself to continue walking. Dean was still watching me from downstairs. “You are a fucking coward, and you don’t scare me.” I whispered harshly into my phone, certain this was the blackmailer. They let out that clownish laugh again. “Meet me at Quiver’s garage, or I’ll call your biker and tell him exactly why you cannot marry him.” the clown laughed again. “I hope you like my gift.”

Clara said, and my shoulders stiffened. Silence settled between us for a few seconds before I slowly nodded my head. "Gwen—" "I know, I'm stupid, aren't I? No, I'm mad. The man wants to kill me, yet I'm falling for him. How could I be so desperate?" I let out a pained and empty laugh and ran my finger through my hair. "I swear I didn't want it to happen. Yes, I flirted and teased him, but it was meant to be harmless and to annoy him. S*x was supposed to be for fun with no strings attached, but somehow this attraction happened, and now I'm falling through a rabbit hole, and I can't stop. Out of all the men to get tangled up with, my crazy ass chose a psychopath with zero commitment values. He

“Rule number one— You are to stay away from the last room in the west wing no matter what! The young master likes perfection and orderliness, mess up the event today and you will be greatly punished “ the maids gasped at the second rule and starts to murmur. Rose, the head maid cleared her throat to continue “In here, you don’t just apologize and leave, you pay with everything in your life! You are in the Maxwells household “ She said viscously. “I heard he changes to a monster sometimes in a month and that’s why he doesn’t show his face” “Not just that, heard he’s a psychopath and doesn’t like women” “No, I heard he tortured them to death in bed” The gossip went on and on in silence until R

Mom took a deep breath, her brows tightly furrowed. After a long pause, she continued, “When I mentioned the killer might have psychological issues, there should’ve been visible signs in daily life. It's likely he has a small build and is short-tempered. We should focus our investigation on people the victim knew who fit this profile.” Clement Geis truly was a psychopath, a devil in human skin. After Wendy lured me away, he drugged me and took me to an abandoned construction site. There, he subjected me to inhuman torment. He kept asking why I refused his confession.

Clara laughed and Lucy shook her head in disbelief. “Fucking psychopath.”

"Please let me go. I don't want to be with you anymore. I want to leave." I didn't know how else to plead or what more to say. I just wanted to run away, as far as possible, and never look back."Your only escape from me is death, Clara," he said, his eyes locked on mine, cold and emotionless. "And you know I won't let you die, no matter what." His voice was calm, and that made it even more terrifying. This guy was a psychopath. He was sick and he needed help!Alpha Lucas rarely showed any emotion, which only made him more frightening. You could never tell if he was angry, upset, or pleased; it was always the same blank expression, hiding whatever evil thoughts lurked in his mind. Everyone fe

He paused, and he clasped his fingers together “Rape” Claire felt chills run the her spine “Of who?” Some little girl, my girlfriend's daughter. I was a sick freak back then— ***************** Claire blinked away the tear that threatened to spill from her eyes What happened with Palmer Oh him? Like I said, he was a psycho. He got something out of killing people. It thrilled him Claire could only begin to understand the irony she was faced with at that moment. And suddenly she didn't know who the psycho was anymore. Palmer was a killer, but he never touched little girls—

“Thanks to me, she didn’t go insane from the breaking of the bond. And now I’m making her life a paradise. She’s happier now than ever, far better off than the Luna she would have been to that worthless pack.” Clarence burst into a loud, taunting laugh that caused the few other prisoners lingering in the common area to freeze in their spots, their wary eyes darting between the two Alphas. The sheer hatred and contempt in Clarence’s laughter were obvious, a signature of his twisted nature since he landed in this maximum-security prison. He poked Atticus on the shoulder with a finger, hoping he would flinch, step back in fear. But Atticus remained solidly on his feet, and swatted Clarence’s fi

To his surprise, it was a book with techniques to cultivate one’s mental power. “This is great, thank you so much!” He said and shoved the notebook into his pocket. Clown was heartbroken as he said, “Now that you have taken my belongings, can you let me go? If you release me now, I will give you a billion dollars!” “If you give a trillion dollars, I’ll consider doing so.” Alex replied, returning the exact words uttered by Clown’s subordinate moments ago. Clown’s expression darkened as he knew that this moment was the darkest moment in his life. Once he was taken away by the Divine Constabulary, his life would be over. Therefore, he had to try his luck.