Psychopath Clown Novels & Stories

The dark psychopath gripped the girl’s swollen ankle and chuckled insanely as he squeezed, the bone moving in unnatural ways in his hand. The girl’s eyes were swollen from tears as she desperately looked up at him, her voice shaking. “Stop! Please! Stop!” Darkous chuckled at her pitiful command; she had obviously not yet learned respect. As if the little brat could order Darkous to stop, the action only causing her more pain as he reared back; landing a painfully accurate blow on the broken bone. The skin around her ankle darkened further, the swelling only increasing as Darkous tortured the girl. She panted desperately as he stopped, watching as the princess trembled. The psychopathic lord

I told you not to call me that! He's alive?! But how?! He was shot... unless he dodged the bullet, but yeah, right! "How are you alive! I shot you!" "Oh... you shot me? Didn't notice, sorry! Well, since you've made your attack, it's my turn... Hahaha!" That psychopathic smile... and that wicked laugh... I'm getting chills down my spine. This isn't the Sir Konstantin I know. His nickname appears to be accurate. He really is a clown and a devil.

As he drinks his coffee next to me, he just watches me make my banana bread toast in amusement. I take a few bites and put the toast back down, for he's glaring at me intently to the point that he looks like a creepy psycho. I try to remain amicable and plastered a sincere smile. I have to make it believe that I'm calm and not feeling uncomfortable, so he would let me go. I need to pretend that he didn't sucker punch me like an asshole, that he is. I broke the silence and offered my other toast, which he gladly took. He gives me one of those charming smiles.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

stuttered Sumico due to her own fear and agitation. “Hahaha… I’ve paid her expensively… She’s merely served me for two hours and now she wants to go away… Do you think I can let her go as simply as that…?” The psychopath man showed his terribly dreadful smile. “No! No! No! I don’t wanna do it anymore! You were torturing me heartlessly and inhumanely! Two hours has been enough! Let me go right now! Let me go!” shouted Wenny Kammal standing at the cliff of her fear, shock as well as frustration.

"Henry was an alcoholic with a tendency for vigilantism, even when he was a sheriff. Bjorne suffered from serious depression and was suicidal when he was brought over." "Reaper was on the verge of becoming the worst sort of mercenary . . . the kind that had seen too much in a short life and was slowly ceasing to care. Bunny was headed towards the vapid debutante until her disease returned, and Pierre was falling into a paranoid world of shadows and mistrust before Shane first approached him." "What about Clara?"

, The kid threw a glare at him before sighing going along with his stupid joke. " Who's there?" He replied curtly, choking the hell out of her in his mind. "Alice" He rolled his eyes, "Alice who?" "Alice fair in love and war", with that Clade burst out into laughter. His laughter with an undertone of evilness made the kid a little nervous and uncertain. Clade was a fucking psychopath, and maybe that was exactly why he teamed up with him. ** "You look tired, look at your eye bags," I said to Elijah trying to convince him to let me put on a mask on him.

I looked at John and disbelief and stood up from my seat suddenly. “What future do you have? Have not you seen T*****r for the past few days? Have not you seen how you have been scolded?” John took out his phone and opened T*****r. He threw it in front of me. I held the phone and saw that someone had posted a video of me holding a knife and injuring someone on T*****r. Comments behind were all praises of Ailina and curse about me. “Clara is a psychopath. She hurt people with a knife. She should go to hell. Let her go get out of entertainment restrict quickly.”

I could still hear my voice echo faintly around us. I couldn't hold it back anymore, it had to be said. This man was a psychopath, a sadist, a deranged cult leader, he was everything in the book that was wrong. I makes me wonder what happened in his life made him the way he is now. No one is just born with a mindset like this, it's disturbing and upsetting that these were his beliefs that he stands by. Ian looks calmly to me. His expression was completely relaxed, which scared me. But I stand by every word I said.

LEIGH-ARI After my little conversation with the hooligan, he insisted I take a bath, and seeing as how he was on the edge of losing it; I had no choice but to comply with him. Something about him was vaguely off, and no matter how much I knew to calm people down, there was no calming him down. He was insane in his own way and I didn't want to tick him off, not while I was still clueless as to why they captured me. He seemed to be a very well poised psychopath who would skin you alive while he had a poker face.