Sad Bl Stories Novels & Stories

“Dark ones. I dream about being taken against my will. Held down and used without mercy. There's no safe word in my head. Just… force.” The silence that followed felt endless. I risked a glance up. Dr. Hale watched me with calm intensity in his hazel eyes. His voice, when he finally spoke, was steady and low. “Those fantasies are more common than you think, Jade. They don’t make you broken. They’re your mind’s way of exploring power, surrender, and control in a safe space.” My cheeks burned. “It doesn’t feel safe when I wake up soaked and shaking.” He leaned forward slightly, his elbows on his knees. “Would you like to explore it safely? Here. With me. We can role-play the fantasy in a contr

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

Serra said, not wanting to end the conversation. "I'm from the small village of Kabural" Danika looked away. "It was a happy village full of happy people. We seldomly do trade for we harvest a lot of goods in our village. We were happy, until Leni attacked us and destroyed our village. They got us slaved until I discovered I was Badblood." "I'm sorry" Serra said apologetically. "Don't be" Danika turned to her. "What about you?" Serra sighed. "Haris, Mira, and I came from the village of Sirka" she started. "It was also a happy village, well not really-"

It's a tan colour but I can't get the right shade and I have to leave soon to go to the club. "I can do this tomorrow," I say to myself as I stand up from my little stool and put away the supplies. I change into some clothes that aren't covered in paint and get my bag with everything I need. I'm meeting Will and Cole in the subs room tonight so we can chat before we go and find a Dom for the night. Well Cole has his husbands Nathan and Marcus, so he's already got some people for the night. The club we go to is called Club Sin, it's a gay bdsm club where kinky guys can indulge in their dirtiest fantasies without judgement. Some people have contracts where they are in a Dom/sub relationship wh

His hands were still shaking. This couldn’t happen again. He would not let that boy break his control. His phone buzzed on the desk. A new message from an unknown number. Damon Vale: Did I make the big bad CEO hard on my first day? I can still taste your eyes on my ass. Let me know if you need help with that “stress relief,” Sir. Logan’s spent cock twitched again in his pants. He deleted the message instantly, but the words burned behind his eyes. Six months. He was already fucked.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

After years of being treated like trash, Elena now wanted to give her life advice? "I’m leaving," she announced, slamming the door on her way out. Elena sighed, unfazed. Life was about more than tantrums and broken hearts. Libia returned home in shambles, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and never get up again. "There are worse things than this—people with terminal illnesses, abandoned children. Stop being ridiculous!" she scolded herself as she curled up in her blanket. Her eyes ached from all the crying. She was sure she looked like she had a terrible allergic reaction. Her thoughts began to blur, a sign that she was drifting off to sleep.

“Gripping my cock so fucking good. This hole was made for me.” I moaned helplessly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Ryan... fuck me harder...please...” “Yeah? Beg your stepbrother to breed you.” He reached around and stroked my cock fast, matching his brutal pace. The shame hit me again in waves. He was my stepbrother. This was fucked up. But my cock throbbed in his fist and my hole clenched greedily around him. “I... I want it,” I admitted, voice breaking. “Breed me, Ryan. Fill me up.”

– retorquiu Sander. Respondi-lhe, tremendo de medo: - És um assassino patético que se diverte a inventar histórias fantásticas envolvendo suas vítimas. Quero, no entanto, que saibas que não tenho medo de ti. Ele me interrompeu, dizendo:

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.