Psychopath Clown Novels & Stories

"So, what plans do you have now that you're back? Besides dealing with all this emotional weight like some tragic heroine." I forced a half-smile, slicing my toast with unnecessary precision. "I’ve already started applying for jobs online. I am also applying for reception work at hotels, some barista gigs. But there’s this club that caught my attention, I already applied there too." "A club?" Hilda repeated, looking up sharply. "What club?" I shrugged, trying to keep my tone light. "It's called The Devil’s Den. It sounds edgy, right? It’s got a clean front though, and I'm sure the name is just there; meaning nothing significant. They’re hiring hostesses."

On the screen appeared the mugshot of Clara with piercing eyes as if daring any one to stand in her way. The anchor continued with an obvious tension in the voice. "Clara Hemp, convicted felon with fraud, conspiracy, and attempted murder and kidnapping. Her history shows a pattern of manipulation and elusiveness. Cunning and resourceful are the adjectives that define Clara Hemp. Therefore, this escape was rather worrying.

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.

I asked him as we were getting dressed for work. " His a killer, not just your normal mentally unwell client this guy is dead right psychotic he kills people for fun so stay away from that family " I felt chills from what he told me I don't think I could handle such a person. Maybe they are a different Thorn family and are not in the Mafia I really hope so.

I responded immediately. "Do I look like a teacher who teaches people manners? I am a killer, mf. I kill people, I torture them, I don't do charity. And, rapist mindset never changes, because this mindset resides on their subconscious, and changing something in the subconscious brain, isn't something that I do," I bluntly rejected his offer. I won't let a clown entertain me 24×7. Damn, I wouldn't tolerate that shit bag even for a minute. "Well, there is a thing about Kaal. He knows to get his work done, by hook or by crook. That's why, you're going to do what I say," he spoke with a crooked smile on his lips.

Aside from the fact that he was a psychopath and a man gone mad, he was a great inventor, but he had no patent, what he needed to do, lure him out, then subtract his innumerable, plus a formula he had concluded, according to spies, cameras. At that time, between going down flights of stairs, and being chased by clown henchmen, he was cornered and chased, falling with a shot and a stunning daisy in his back, and being caught and then taken towards the elevator and being thrown into direction to - Hello, ladies and gentlemen. - Said the clown. - I came to bring the grace of my presence and beautiful company. - Said. “Now, let's see how long the Warriors Society gets here. There were very few t

It was truly a pleasure to see him go crazy. He was basically finished for the rest of his life since he had to eat shit every hour. Now, he wouldn’t have the time to ruin another girl’s life ever again. Charlie locked the screen and said to Claire with a smile, “I’ve heard of this guy.” “Really?” Claire asked in surprise. “How? From where did you hear of him?” “He is a very bad and nasty guy who loves to psychologically manipulate girls and force them to inflict self-harm and commit suicide for his own pleasure.”

he demanded. Clyde simply smiled and shook his head. “That's not relevant,” he said. “What's important is who you've been looking for.” The Chief gritted his teeth. “We've been looking for you for weeks. Who are you? What's your real name?” Clyde laughed. “Oh, my real name is the least of your concerns,” he said. “What you should be worried about is what the psychopath doing all this is capable of.” The Chief narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

**** I woke up when suddenly I heard a noisy coming from my side and when I open my eyes a clown face who's smiling like a dog appeared before my eyes. "It's a splendid day so it's time to up!" She cheerfully said and play her colored pink hair that tied to a piggy bun. I remind quiet while appraising her whole face. "Hmm? Am i beautiful?" She smiled so windened that almost tear her lips. "Ahh! A serial killer ugly duckly clown!" I shouted with full of fear and punched her face that makes her move away from me. I immediately stand up and prepared my fist.

The excessively fussy mother did not allow her to sit quietly for five minutes, either running on small errands, or needing ears to listen to her and a mouth to assent to every word. A new department has opened in the shopping center under a rather catchy name: “Desperate Prankster”. Scary masks and toy plastic knives with blades extending into the handle stood side by side with glasses of piquant shapes, imitation packs of chewing gum that emitted a weak electric charge, and much more that fit the theme of the store.